Hey!

So yes...I do still have to finish the Naked Booth on Top for Halloween and for Thanksgiving, and I WILL! I promise! Hopefully soon. Right now, I have a word document open for the next chapter of "Anyway" which is the collaboration project with pal Sleeplessinatlanta, so I think that will be the next update! And I'm hoping to begin the "Naked Brennan on Top" series for 2011. I think Naked Booth on Top started last Christmas, so that's how we'll start with Brennan. So that's what's up with me!

I'm still spoiler free, so be sure not to tell me anything at all. Not that you were going to, but you know...it's just a good reminder.

Okay, this little one shot was just sort of a muse-boost, to get me back into the swing of things. Let me know what you think! I promise to post...two more things in 2010.

Big words.

~~b&b~~

She'd thought seeing Booth happy with Hannah was one of the hardest things she'd ever faced, but the reality was that the fact that he'd still kept his distance after they broke up was even harder. He still smiled at her, and they worked together just fine, but Brennan couldn't quite stop thinking about him. She'd thought her nearly obsessive thoughts had been a result of the fact that he'd been unavailable to her, but when he'd become single again, it had only increased her thoughts of him. Sleepless nights and hazy morning fantasies all merged together in the light of day when she'd see him. At one point, she'd broken through the thin latex layer of her gloves while pressing her fingernails to her palms to keep from touching him.

But he'd been standing so close, his voice lower the closer he moved toward her. And they'd both been staring at a set of remains, but all she'd wanted to do was turn around and stare at his face, to run her gaze along the firm line of his jaw.

It was getting ridiculous, the number of times she found herself losing focus on her work for thoughts of him.

Despite all of that, it was still a surprise when late one night after a case, after he sat across from her at the diner and opened up his menu and asked, "What do you want?" that the truth of her "You," slipped from her lips.

For a second, she thought maybe he hadn't heard her. But then his fingers tightened against the laminated paper in his hands, and she pulled in a quick breath when his dark eyes met hers.

And then she really realized what had happened, and she opened her mouth to retract what she'd said. But what tripped out was, "Everything."

~~b&b~~

He'd thought being so close to her but not getting anywhere was the worst torture, but being apart from her while working with her every day was worse. They still solved cases, and she still smiled at him every once in awhile in the way he'd always thought was just for him. And he couldn't quit thinking about her. That was nothing new, but for some reason it just seemed harder these days. Or maybe it was the same as it had been all those years before, and he'd just been so inside of it that he hadn't known it.

And the other day, he'd looked up from his desk to see her standing in his doorway, and he swore he'd almost run to her. It was ridiculous the way just the sight of her made him happy.

Despite all of that, it was still a surprise when late one night after a case, when he collapsed into a chair across from her at the diner, made himself pick up a menu he didn't need and asked her what she wanted that her "You" cut him to the heart quicker than any bullet ever could.

His body seemed separate from himself, and he thought he might rip his menu in two. She pulled in a quick breath, and it was like she sucked the oxygen from him. Even he could tell that she meant to say something besides, "Everything."

But in that moment, he was helpless to do anything but follow her every move.

~~b&b~~

A sound she'd never heard from him escaped his lips, but she didn't stick around to analyze it. Instead, she flushed and stood up, grabbing for her bag. At first she missed, and she almost considered leaving it. But when her fingers made contact with the leather strap, she clutched it in her hand and made a quick exit. She wasn't quick enough, though, and when she paused at the door, Booth ran into her from behind. They both groaned, but still she didn't turn toward him.

It wasn't until they were outside that he grabbed her elbow and turned her to him.

"Booth," she spoke up, but he pulled her closer.

"Don't say anything. Not a word."

The shock she felt from his words kept her silent for a moment, but then she blinked and shook her head, turning to continue toward her car. "I don't see why I should-"

"—Bones," he interrupted, and his hand came around her waist to rest on her stomach. All of a sudden, his entire body was pressed up against hers from behind. He inhaled, and she felt it against her back. He'd touched her arms before, her lips, her hair, her back; he'd even slapped her ass once, but never had he spread his palm over her belly like this, and Brennan trembled in his arm. It was so scandalous and new and so Booth, and she couldn't help but relax a tiny bit against him, feeling his warm body behind hers.

He felt that and seemed to tense as he leaned toward her. To any person walking by, they appeared to be a normal couple sharing a final moment, but in the silence between them, they both knew the truth.

Still, he spoke up. "I'm not doing this with you at the diner," he murmured. "I'm not doing this until we get to your apartment. But I swear to God, Bones," his voice lowered even further until the pitch seemed as deep as the emptiness she'd felt without him. "If you say one more word, I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself from pinning you up against your car."

Brennan's own hand rested against his, her nails biting into his skin. He was so sure, and yet she heard an underlying begging in his tone. She tilted her head to the side and clenched her teeth against the need to press back against him. "Okay," she finally answered, surprised to hear that her voice contained a modicum of normalcy.

But then his thumb brushed against her, the slightest pressure against her sweater and skin, and she gasped, her knees almost buckling. In the back of her mind, she was tempted to tempt him, wondering if he'd really pin her against her car. Oh…

"Please, Bones," he whispered, as if knowing her thoughts. And it was that thought that made her want to give him what he wanted. She moved away from him and went to her car, not even looking back to see if he'd followed.

But of course he had, and they didn't even look at one another as they walked up the steps to her apartment. And once she opened her door, she found herself pinned to the other side of it. Then their eyes locked, and they both froze. Now what?, their gazes seemed to ask.

More than half a decade of a long slow burn, a quick flare up, and now this…

Brennan's brow furrowed, and then her fingers landed so gently against his shoulders. Booth groaned and swept in, capturing her lips with his. Her fingers tightened against him, and his hands smoothed down her back to clasp her bottom and hitch her legs around his waist.

"Oh yeah," he groaned, the feel of her wrapped around him the most amazing thing ever. "Did you mean it, Bones?" he asked, pressing her back up against the door with his hips and thighs so he could pull off his shirt and tie.

She helped, burying her face in the crook of his neck and running her hands over every inch of skin revealed. Brennan kissed as much of him as she could. "Yes," she finally answered. Though she'd been tempted to retract her earlier statement, now…with him almost all bare and willing in her arms, there was no way she was going back now. She wanted him and she wanted everything. "Booth, let me…"

His eyes glazed over and his hips arched into hers. "Bones…yes," he murmured when she continued to kiss him. "Everything," he repeated her words. "I want you. I want everything too, baby. Oh, Bones," his hands now slid up her skirt and he yanked down her panty hose. With two fingers, he skimmed her between her thighs, and Brennan spread her legs only to clamp hard on his fingers, moaning loudly at his touch.

Her feet fell to the floor, and she worked his pants and boxers down his hips, using one arm to pull him close while beginning to stroke him with her other hand. They both knew it was too fast, but it was impossible to stop as she moved him into her. At the first feel of her intimacy, he groaned and rocked forward, incapable of doing anything but getting closer to her.

The second he hit the end of her walls, they both froze at the contact, swallowed hard and met each other's eyes.

Gently, Booth cupped her face and leaned down to press his lips against hers. Brennan's body trembled in a slow and fiery climax that shocked her with its intensity and suddenness. Booth groaned against her lips, kissing her harder when her fingernails sank into his shoulders. He didn't know how he managed to keep from coming, but he did, pulling out of her and moving them to the floor. Yeah, she deserved the bed, but it was the best he could do. Then he was on his back and his partner was over him, sinking down over him and pressing soft kisses on his lips.

The combination of sweet and fierce over took him, and all he could do was rock his hips toward hers, hoping that when this was over, he could gain enough strength to start all over again…

~~b&b~~