Pacing Rated M I guess. B/B of course Author: Miller0259

Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Bones...otherwise I'd be personally paying the writers to make more shows....

Hey ladies! (and gents!) I've recently been reading the books (an earlier christmas present, lol) and found that they were very different from the show. Don't get me wrong, they're great, and I expected differences...but wow..they're different. Anywho - I felt inspired by Reichs' writing style, hence the almost-out-of-character Brennan. I tried to incorporate some of the show's Brennan too, but I'll let you decide how it turned out.

This is my second time posting a story, so I know it may be a bit rough. A beta may be appreciated in the future (and I do have a quite a few stories stocked up by the way...)

So anyway, read, enjoy, and review!!

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“I can’t believe I let him get away!” Booth yelled, swiping a stack of folders off the corner of my desk.

“Booth, you did all you could!” I said, tried to console him.

“Sonofabitch, slipped right through my fingers!” He was pacing.

“Booth.”

He continued to pace. And ignore me. The latter was starting to piss me off.

“Booth!” I said grabbing his arm to stop him. “Booth, this is not your fault!” I practically yelled at him. I tried to calm my own breathing, which was just as frantic as his. Even though Gormagon had escaped his pursuit weeks ago, he was still taking it roughly. Especially since another victim had been found.

My emotions were running high. I knew I was in semi-dangerous territory ever since the mistletoe. I could no longer focus completely on my work, and I was acutely aware of how long it’d been since I’d been with Sully, or any other man for that matter. And right now, all of my partner’s frustration and unspent testosterone held my attention.

“I just can’t accept the fact that he got away…” He said, his eyes not meeting mine.

I have to make him focus on something else. But what?

“I just-”

My mind shouted Enough! and I quickly cupped his face with my hands. His eyes were forced to meet mine. They seemed to question my intentions, but I had already made my mind up.

I leaned in closer to him until my lips met his. The kiss was brief, but surprising enough that his mouth was slightly open in shock and there was some lip slippage. I pulled back, my heart racing and my breathing erratic.

What have I done?

“You did everything you could, Booth. You had to save that little boy; there was nothing else you could do.”

Oh crap, move! Get out of there! I had tried to hide my emotions and erratic breathing, but I’m not sure I pulled it off. With that, I let my hands fall to my side and wordlessly stepped backwards. His eyes were slightly clouded over, and he seemed to still be dumbstruck over what happened.

I really did that, didn’t I?

I started to pick up the files he had scattered to the floor. My thoughts were all over the place. Why did I just do that? How do I explain what just came over me, when he asks what just happened. I still didn’t have an answer when he finally seemed to recover his voice and asked the dreaded question, in a more colorful way.

“What the hell was that!?”

I was still trying to calm my breathing when I glanced up at him.

Big mistake.

His expression and tone told me he was angry. And yet there was something else about him I couldn’t recognize. Standing, I looked away, and started to ramble incoherently about the reasons my poor scattered brain had come up with for my excuse.

“I’m sorry – I just. You were so frantic! And I – I didn’t know what to do…I haven’t been able to concentrate lately, especially after the mistletoe…and, and you wouldn’t stop pacing. And I just wanted-”

Whatever thought I was going to word vomit out next was forever silenced as a strong hand, anchored at the back of my neck, pulled me towards his lips. An arm encircled my waist as I kissed back. The folders I had recently collected were sent flying again as the kiss deepened, and my hands went up behind his head. Tongues roamed, as well as hands, as our emotions overflowed with the tension having finally snapped.

Sweet Jesus, did this man know how to kiss. I don’t even believe in Jesus, but that was the only expletive that could come to my poor mind. The rest of my mind, and joints apparently, had turned to mush for I was no longer able to support my own weight. He seemed to sense this and his hands roamed lower, over my rear, where a suggestive squeeze let me know what he wanted. I reached down and bunched the front of my billowy skirt and half jumped as he half lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He stumbled backwards and bumped into the wall. The sudden jarring broke our kiss, and left us both gasping for air.

His mouth and the immediate area around his lips was slightly pink from our frenzied kiss, and I could only assume I shared the same coloring. He left no room for discussion as he quickly spun and backed me up against the wall. He began kissing down my neck as I slightly ground my hips against his causing one of the most wonderful sensations in the world that I had so increasingly missed over the past few months. I was rewarded with more pressure from his hips and a squeeze on my backside, while his other hand slid upward beneath my shirt to cup a breast.

A moan escaped my lips as his fingers found a nipple and tweaked it slightly. My hands roamed down his well defined back, before dragging my nails back up. This time he moaned and brought his lips back to mine. I brought my hands back around and started unbuttoning his shirt.

This was madness. We shouldn’t be doing this. But man, does it feel good. And right. And - Just then, all train of thought stopped. Booth had used his leverage against the wall to free his other hand which was now gliding up my thigh, and beneath my skirt.

My God.

I probably would have wondered more at why I suddenly seemed to be so religious, especially considering the circumstances, but there was no way. Absolutely no way because Seeley Booth was currently teasing his fingertips around the elastic band of my panties.

I broke away from the kiss gasping. Wow. More. I needed more. We’ve waited too long for this. Apparently my partner disagreed.

“Bones…” he gasped. “Don’t you think we should-”

“No.”

“But I think-”

“No! For the love of God, and all the things you believe in: don’t stop now!”

He seemed to consider this for a moment, but hesitated.

“I still think we should close the blinds.”

I felt my heart which had previously been in my throat, fall straight down. I glanced unbelievingly past his head at the now painfully obvious window in my office with its blinds left unabashedly open. I felt the corners of my mouth slightly upturn as my eyebrows shot upward.

Well hell. He hadn’t disagreed with my previous thoughts of more.

I wiggled my legs around his waist like a child does when it wants down from a parent and he backed away from the wall so I could slide down. I re-adjusted my skirt and shirt and walked over to the door. I peered out into the lab.

I silently thanked no one in particular that Angela, or anyone else for that matter, was standing just outside with their jaws on the floor. I shut and locked my office door and flicked the blinds shut. I turned around to find a very amused and disheveled FBI agent looking back at me. His warm brown eyes were no longer distraught with thoughts of a serial killer, and he looked as sexy as hell. His shirt was slightly untucked and mostly unbuttoned, revealing a most tantalizing view. However he still had his jacket on, his tie was just loosened and pushed to the side, and his hair was extremely ruffled.

I simply shrugged as if to say, ‘Hey, at least we weren’t caught,’ and started back towards him. His amused expression faded and was quickly replaced with a predatory one. This time though, we weren’t as frenzied.

I reached up towards his neck, and slid my hands over his shoulders and down his arms to remove his jacket. As we kissed I led him backwards towards the couch.

At least I stopped his pacing.

I like it! I like it! Very nice work.

bgwgscienceteacher

Why thank you!

miller0259

uh-uh... what a hot way to stop his pacing...!

cheesebk

god yes...please tell me there's plenty more...
loved it...great smut..more more more
now please....
and finally...
DAMN....

fab

i read this, squealed lots and lots and got all quivery... i then scrolled down and....nothing...hurry up with the next chapter with lots more smut, like db we are not always interested in the procedual stuff lol
in 2 words...loving this!!!!

magicstar

oh wow miller... this was fuckin' hawt!!! I like how you picked up after he lost Gormagon... makes his pacing reaction so very realistic and sets the timeline... and I've thought since the very first "Bren's office sex" fic that I read, about how her office is all windows and hardly anyone thinks to close the blinds... helloooo!!! Great job, can't wait for chap 2... and I thought your characterization of Bren was great... I didn't notice any crossover to the books (read them all, loved them all, intend to read them again!)... PPS!!

space

space told me I needed to read this and she was right. Fantastic! I loved it.

phoebsfan

holy crap woman......that was freakin fantastic.....holy hotness boothman.......oh we need more stat.....code blue.......please.........................

hehe...I could totally see them doing that!

piratesmiley

That was an inspired idea. Poor Booth was feeling so bad and you really helped him out there. Way to support Booth in his time of need.

Oh and yeah good job on the steamy sex scene. WOOHOOT!

jerseybones