"I'm just walking from the garage now, Booth," Brennan told her partner as she walked from the parking garage into the FBI main lobby. "I'll meet you upstairs."

She closed her phone at his affirmative and then tapped the up button on the elevator. The ride up was quiet and solitary, which was fine with her and more than normal. It was late, not the latest they'd ever been at the FBI building after a case, but when the doors opened, she wasn't surprised to see that no one else was on the floor. The bullpen was empty and the only lights shone from the breakroom, where the pop machine was always on, and from Booth's office.

Brennan smiled as she made her way over. She started to unfasten her coat but stopped when she saw Booth was already putting his jacket on. "Oh, you're done?" she paused with uncertainty in the doorway.

"Yeah," he nodded and smiled and walked toward the door.

"Then…why did you have me meet you here?" there was no censure in her voice, only curiosity. It would have been much more efficient to just meet up at the restaurant as they'd planned.

Booth paused in the doorway and his eyes grew soft as he leaned over and placed a quick kiss against her lips. "I just wanted to see you," he admitted, his voice slightly shy. Brennan bit her bottom lip and couldn't help but smile in return. She understood the feeling. Wordlessly, she placed her arm in his and leaned her head on his shoulder as they walked back to the elevator.

Sure enough, it was empty as well. As they got in, Booth pressed the close door button and as soon as they were shut, he whirled on her. Brennan suddenly found herself pinned to the wall with a tall strong FBI agent pressed against her front.

"Booth, what-" was all she was able to get out before his mouth landed on hers. She vaguely sensed one of his hands coming up against the wall beside her head, and his other hand landed on her hip. He tasted delicious, all warm heat and spice against her lips and tongue, and she couldn't help but run her hands over his chest. Her fingers tightened in rebellion against the fabric of his coat. She knew that beneath the jacket was a shirt and it just felt like too much in the way to his warm skin. His mouth felt so incredibly good that for a moment, she didn't notice his hand had crept to her waistband and deftly unfastened her slacks.

"Booth," she pulled back in disbelief as his fingers, long and bare and warm, began rubbing the skin of her lower belly. Her lips parted again but no words formed as his fingertips moved lower.

"It's time for the first challenge," he murmured, brushing his lips with hers in the same motion and rhythm as his fingers.

Challenge? Her mind whirled as she tried to figure out what he was talking about. And then she knew. "The jars."

"Yep," he replied, moving closer to her body until his hand was pinned between them and their chests were pressed together. It was such a strange sensation to feel his fingers rubbing over her core while they were both fully clothed.

"Oh God," her eyes grew heavy at the sensation. "Hand…"

"In the elevator," he finished for her, leaning in even closer until their eyes were locked and they were sharing breath.

Brennan placed her hands behind her, the cool elevator wall such a contrast to the heat between her legs. She couldn't look away from his gaze as he began to lightly finger her, just barely touching her. Liquid pleasure rushed to her core, and she shivered, the anticipation and knowledge of their location making her super sensitive to every brush of his hand against her body. He cupped her fully then and she groaned, rotating her hips against his hand, begging wordlessly for more pressure.

One side of his mouth curved up in a feral, knowing smile. They'd been having sex for a few weeks, and most of the time it was completely mutual…incredibly satisfactorily mutual. But Brennan knew that now she was on the receiving end of Booth's complete attention. Part of her wanted to strip them both down and feel all of him inside her. She wanted to press her mouth against his and slide her tongue against his until he picked up the pace. But she understood the rules of this new game they were playing. And she also understood they were in an elevator. In a government building.

"Booth…" his name slipped from her lips in a soft but urgent sigh, and he increased the pressure, using the heel of his palm against her clit as he slipped two fingers inside her. The fit of her pants didn't give him a ton of room to move, but he managed to rotate his hand enough to make her grip his arms. Brennan used him for leverage and moved forward and back, up and down on his hand. They never broke eye contact, and the added visual stimulation of his dark gaze made it all the more sensual.

"Come for me, Bones. Come on baby," he pleaded darkly, the silky words so very tempting. Brennan widened her stance and groaned as the movement pressed her even closer to his hand.

It was so intimate, so unexpected, so almost unbelievable that Booth, her partner and lover and so much more was fingering her in the elevator of the FBI and oh yeah, "Oh God, yessss," she hissed as she began to come. Her body seized around his fingers and she closed her eyes against the sweet pleasure coursing through her body. It was a soft orgasm, like a summer rain, subtle but no less satisfying in its warmth.

It was a moment before she realized she still had her eyes closed. She opened them lazily to see Booth smiling at her, his eyes kind but with a heat behind them. "You're driving me home, Booth," she insisted.

"Now?" he asked, chuckling as he refastened her pants. "What about dinner?"

"Dinner can wait," she pulled him down for a kiss. "I've got more important things on my mind."

-b&b-

Okay…now it's your turn!

Here are the choices:

Giver : Booth or Brennan

Recipient: Booth or Brennan (opposite of Giver)

Body Part: Hand, Mouth, XOXO (aka the Sexy bits or whatever you feel comfortable saying in the comments!)

Locations:

Booth's office, shower, bed, kitchen, elevator, Brennan's office, car, restaurant, football field, hot tub, interrogation room, FBI observation room, movie theater, pool , Founding Fathers, hotel, Aldo's bar, library, roof, concert, photo booth, amusement park, bathtub, drive-in, classroom, shooting range, closet, locker room, couch, dressing room, etc. (I'm open to suggestions!)

Put together a combination and drop me a line in the comments!