AN: This chapter is a little more mature. Nothing smutty, just a little . . . intimate;-) Thought I'd let you know.

Chapter 9

Booth strode into the lab, hands stuffed into his pockets and an almost goofy smile on his face. Life was good, he decided as he approached Bones' office. He was fully recovered, back on the job, Rebecca was letting him see Parker more often and, best of all, he had his Bones.

He reached the doorway to Brennan's office and stopped to lean against the doorpost, his eyes simultaneously caressing and devouring her form. She was standing with her back to him, one hand propped on her hip as she studied an x-ray held up to the light. He could almost hear the wheels in her mind working. Booth crept up behind her, his shoes making no sound on the hardwood floor and, just as she was about to turn around, slid his arms around her trim waist.

Brennan tensed for a moment but then realized who it was and relaxed against him. "Hey," she murmured as her hands came up to cover his. "Do we have a case?"

"Nope," came the soft reply, his lips trailing over her neck. "I thought I'd come by and see if I could talk you into an early dinner."

"Now?" Bones asked incredulously. "Booth, it's 2:00!"

"What's your point?" he responded silkily, finding a particularly sensitive spot right beneath her ear and nipping gently.

Temperance bit back a groan as her eyes slid shut and her head fell back against his should, giving him greater access.

"You gonna answer, baby?"

Brennan managed to pull herself out of a fog of pleasure long enough to respond with an almost inaudible, "Don't call me 'baby'."

Booth allowed himself a brief grin at her obviously insincere and distracted response before his teeth found her earlobe. "About lunch," he repeated. "You still think it's too early?"

Bones felt her knees buckle when one of his straying hands crept under her blouse and began caressing her bare stomach. "Oh, to hell with it," she groaned, spinning around in his arms and frantically seeking his mouth with her own. The two were soon lost in a passionate embrace, oblivious to everyone and everything else.

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"So, how long do you think it will take for them to realize we can see them?"

Angela glanced over at her grinning fiancé, then turned a calculating eye back to the show going on in Brennan's office. "I don't know," she mused. "The relationship is still new and they have three years of pent-up sexual tension to deal with." She looked back at Jack, a gleam of laughter in her eyes. "I say they don't notice us until we say something."

"I'm going have to disagree," Jack replied. "They're going to have to come up for air eventually and one of them is bound to notice." He chuckled gleefully. "That ought to be good."

"I don't understand your preoccupation with their physical relationship," Zach informed them as he made his way to the exam area. "It's a purely natural reaction between two healthy mammals who have a mutual interest in fulfilling their mutual sexual . . ."

"Thank you, Zach!" Angela interrupted loudly. "As informative as I'm sure that was, you're kind of sucking the romance out of the whole situation."

"Romance has nothing to do with it," Zach responded calmly. "They are both merely reacting to millions of years of programmed behavior aimed at perpetuating the species." With that, he turned on his heel and was immediately re-immersed in his case.

Angela rolled her eyes at Hodgins. "What a mood killer!" she muttered, though she couldn't help the indulgent smile that flickered across her face.

"So," Jack said, rubbing his hands together. "What do you we say we make this interesting?"

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Temperance was quickly losing control and she knew it. With every movement of his lips on hers, every sigh, every touch, she was becoming more lost in him.

"Booth!" she gasped, wrenching her mouth from his only to groan as they immediately fastened on her throat. "We can't do this. We're in my office!"

"Then let's get out of here," he insisted, his breath coming in harsh pants. "It's Friday," he reasoned, pressing almost frantic kisses across her face. "We can leave early on a Friday." Even then he felt her hesitate and slid a caressing hand to her backside, pressing her against himself. "Come on, baby," he whispered seductively against her ear, his tongue tracing the delicate outer shell.

Brennan's hands clenched, crushing his jacket between her fingers. She tore herself from him and grabbed her keys. "Let's go."

Booth grabbed Bones' hand and practically ran from the room, only to halt abruptly at the very loud cough that came somewhere to their left.

"Leaving early, Bren?" Angela asked sweetly. "That's unlike you. Is everything OK?"

Trying to look as nonchalant as possible with tousled hair and kiss-swollen lips, Bones turned and smiled – or at least attempted to smile – at her friend. "Yes, we have some . . . leads that need fleshing out before we go to dinner."

"Must be serious," Angela observed solemnly. "You were practically running out the door."

"Yeah, you know how it is," Booth replied, tugging Brennan along as he started moving towards the bank of elevators. "Gotta strike while the iron is hot."

"From the looks of things, the iron is practically melting," Jack muttered, trying his best not to laugh and getting an elbow in the side from Angela for his troubles.

"Well, you go out there and kick butt, guys," Angela encouraged. "Oh, and Booth!" she called as they began to speed away. "You might want to get that lipstick off your mouth. Not too intimidating. You know. For those criminals."

Rather than be embarrassed, Booth grinned and hauled Brennan to him, pressed a firm kiss to her lips and waved jauntily. "See you Monday!"

He and Brennan were laughing as they stepped onto the elevator and Angela couldn't help but sigh when she saw them come together again as the doors closed, arms wrapped around each other and gazing deeply into each other's eyes.

"Jack," she said wistfully. "They're so beautiful together." She slipped her hand through the crook of his arm and squeezed. "And you know what?"

"What?" Jack asked tenderly, fully expecting a comment on her happiness in their relationship.

Angela looked deeply into his eyes and smiled. "I win."

AN: And that's all she wrote, at least for this story. I do have another one I'm working on so hopefully I'll be posting again soon. Thank you so much to everyone who read and reviewed my story. I so appreciate all of your support and kind words. Thank you, thank you, thank you:-D Now hit that little blue button for me one more time!