A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!! Just a little bit late;) Our resolution is to let B/B have all the fun that neither the writers or producers want to give them right now. Sigh. We can always wish. And always write.

This'll likely be a three-shot. Your thoughts and reviews are loved and dissected in great detail during late-night conversations between us girls. Thatis just how important you are:)

Love, Jamie & Kinsey (aka Nekkid Booth Inc.)

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Temperance Brennan wasn't a huge fan of public displays of affection, but when the man publicly displaying his affection for her was one Special Agent Seeley Booth, she found it a little difficult to resist. Presently though, she needed to power through and remember that she had crime to fight and murderers to convict. They were, after all, Wonder Woman and Clark Kent. And apparently, judging by Clark Kent's refusal to stop arousing Wonder Woman; now was the time to fake annoyance or she'd never get anything done.

"Would you get off me?" Brennan hissed playfully, swatting at his face where it was nestled into the crook of her neck while she attempted to search one of the Jeffersonian's databases for a case they were working on. For some sick reason, this only encouraged him and he continued his ministrations.

"Am I bothering you?" he mumbled into her neck, placing another teasing kiss behind her ear.

She attempted to sigh disdainfully, but wasn't the least bit surprised when it came out sounding less like "oh my God, stop," and more like plain ol' "oh my God." She gave up, slumping back in her chair, reaching up to thread her fingers through his dark hair. "No, not really. I just can't think when you do that. I don't need to think for my job. Please, by all means. Continue to torture me." Please.

He chuckled and pulled away from her, still leaning over the back of her chair. "I'm sensing a little sarcasm, Bones."

"Never," she swore.

The two looked up guiltily as Brennan's office door swung open and Angela wandered in, barely knocking to announce her arrival. "Whoops. Am I…interrupting something?" Brennan wanted to scream in aggravation, but at least she wasn't alone in her frustration.

"Of course not, Angela, the door was closed, why wouldn't you just waltz right in?" Booth asked, cocking an eyebrow in the artist's direction.

"Why would the door be closed if I wasn't interrupting anything?" Angela retorted, trying to get one of them to admit something.

"Is there something we can help you with, Ange?" Brennan asked sweetly.Like finding your way out so I can throw my boyfr—Booth on the couch and take advantage of him?

"Jack and I are having a New Year's Eve party, and I was stopping in here to invite you, Bren, and tell you to ask Booth to come as well, but hey. Since he's here, two birds, one stone. We'd love for you both to come. Jack's at ten on New Year's Eve," she said, grinning like a maniac the whole time.

Brennan hesitated. They hadn't really told anyone they were... together. Rebecca and Parker knew (Scratch that. Rebecca suspected. Parker knew.), and Brennan had a (what would Booth call it?) hinky feeling that Ange was a hairsbreadth away from collecting on bets. But the word wasn't out officially.So, in atypical Brennan fashion, she lied.

"I don't know," she replied. "I'm planning on working on the first, so I don't think it would be a good idea to stay up late…"

But of course, Booth, ever her savior (the bastard) jumped in as soon as Angela protested.

"Ange is right. It won't hurt us to take a night off."

Since lying hadn't worked, Brennan shot for mental telepathy. Maybe I wanted to stay home, watch movies, and have lots and lots of sex before your kid gets back, Booth. Huh? Dija ever think of that?

The look in his eye was pure danger. Even if he wasn't reading her thoughts, she was getting his loud and clear. Remember the last party Ange dragged us to?

Thathad been a good time… But she really did want to stay home and watch movies and have sex! It was all she could do not to stomp her foot. Just as she was about to dole out another excuse, Booth began nagging her. Again. Making promises. Telling her she could drink all the champagne she wanted and he'd take her home. Well that had potential… but then Ange had jumped in again, telling them all their guests were invited to stay overnight… speaking of potential. Ahem. She made eye contact with Booth and had to quickly look away. His coal-dark eyes spoke volumes and everything they said would make her blush.

Brennan pondered a bit longer, finally giving in – what choice did she have when faced with the charm smile? She told Ange she'd be there, but that she probably wouldn't stay over, leaving herself an out. As soon as she acquiesced, Booth quickly agreed as well, and Ange happy-danced her way over to the door. Just as she was about to leave, and Brennan was about to show Booth exactly what he'd be missing out on by dragging her to this party, she justhad to make a comment.

"And just a suggestion, Brennan…you might want to invest in a lock at some point. You never know when it might come in handy."

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Seeley Booth was a professional with a capital 'P'. He had dated a few of his colleagues before, sure. But when he orhis girlfriend was trying to get work done, it was strictly hands off.

But Temperance Brennan was unlike any girlfriend he had ever had. To put things mildly. He had always found it vaguely erotic (if not a little frustrating) when Bones would get on her scientific soapbox about one thing or another, six-syllable words leaving her lips as easily as a nursery rhymes while she concentrated intently on whatever task was in front of her. But now, he had something to contrast it to. Putting it next to the Bones that he saw a few mornings ago—the one who would have made a sailor blush with her pillow talk, right before the conversation degenerated into desperate moans—well, now that vague eroticism of her work persona had turned into something very nearly irresistible. All he could think about was, at least for a second,managing to catch a glimpse of the sweet, sexy, hotwoman that was currently hiding behind the practical doctor in front of him.

"Would you get off me?" If her heart had even been behind her words a little bit, he would have immediately stopped. But the way she tilted her head to one side and the small "mmm" noise she made when he nibbled at the spot behind her ear…he was beginning to learn this woman's language. And right now her wonderfully responsive body was telling him to please, don't stop that thing you are doing with your mouth, Agent Booth. Well, okay, Bones' body. Who am I to deny you? He continued what he was doing, pulling back just a bit at her second weak protest to tease her. Serendipitously pulled back, as that was when his favorite sassy, matchmaking artist chose to make her grand, unannounced entrance into Bones' office.

"Whoops. Am I…interrupting something?" Angela's voice was sweet as pie and just as innocent, but Booth had no doubt that she very much hoped she wasinterrupting something. After chastising her, a sideways glance at his girlfr--…his Bonesrevealed that the good doctor could regain her composure quite quickly when a third party entered the room.

"Is there something we can help you with, Ange?" Way to divert attention, there, Bones. He wasn't sure whether to be relieved at getting off the hook (for now) about the 'interruption' business, or a little annoyed at Bones for not telling Angela that yes,she was certainly interrupting something very important, and would she please leave right now so that she and Booth could commence making out.

But Angela…Angela was having a party. A New Year's Eve party. At the invitation, he purposely refused to look at Brennan, knowing that he might very well burst out laughing as they jointly remembered just how fun the lastparty Angela had invited them to had been.

"I don't know," Bones replied. "I'm planning on working on the first, so I don't think it would be a good idea to stay up late…"

Angela sighed dramatically. "When will you learn that only good things will come from you doing what I tell you to do?"

Bones opened her mouth to protest, but to his own surprise, Seeley spoke up to help out her friend. "Ange is right. It won't hurt us to take a night off."

Her narrowed eyes could have set him on fire. "I worry that I've been taking too many nights off lately, Booth."He had to choke back a laugh. One Christmas day off, and Bones was worried that she was set back for life. He was going to have to work on loosening her up a bit. And he was pretty sure he knew just how to do it, too.

"C'mon, Bones, live a little. You know how much fun it can be to celebrate with your friends. I'll even drive you, so that you can drink all the champagne you want."

"Oh, no," Angela piped up. "No driving. At least not home. You all can stay at Jack's—he has plenty of room. We want all our friends to stay safe."

The memory that struck him next was one of Angela handing out condoms like party favors a brief few months ago. Finally hazarding a glance at Bones, her small smile told him she was remembering the same thing.

"That's really sweet, Ange. I'm not sure if I'll spend the night or not," Brennan told her. "But I'll be sure to stop by for a little bit. God forbid I don't live.A little." Giving a pointed glance at Booth.

"I will too," he responded quickly. Well, who the hell else would be giving the woman her New Year's kiss? Nobody. That's who. That was Seeley Booth's job now.

"Fabulous." The artist clapped a little and smiled triumphantly. "Don't forget…come at ten. And bring pajamas. We'll provide the drinks, and the noisemakers." She began to saunter out the door, but when her hand touched the doorknob, she paused and turned back. "And just a suggestion, Brennan…you might want to invest in a lock at some point. You never know when it might come in handy." Winking, she left, pointedly closing the door behind her.