This is just a preliminary chapter for this series. I plan to post one chapter a night/morning (hopefully around midnight each day), one chapter for each day of the week in the story.

I have titled it with the modifier "Booth Edition" because if this goes well, and I can think of more scenarios, I may also do a "Brennan Edition". But we'll have to see about that.

This chapter is fairly tame, M-rated wise, but I promise that each of the next five chapters will have a minimum of two orgasms. How's that for a promise, hmmm? Haha.

This is my first attempt at real, honest to goodness (but not TOO good) smut, so, please do not read if you are under 18 (and if you are, why are you in the M-Rated section?!), or if you are my grandma. Thanks.

Getting that out of the way, let's fulfill some of Booth's fantasies, shall we?

--b&b--

Day one: Sunday

Brennan frowned and set down her beer, "This is highly irregular"

"Look, Bones, I don't like it any more than you do" Booth argued across a plate of Wong Foos, "But if I don't do this, then I'm out on non-paid, non voluntary suspension."

When she didn't respond, he set down his beer and looked at her. "We both know what that means."

A small smile tilted the side of her lips.

"Yeah?" Booth grinned, knowing he had her. "And hey, Bones, look at it this way. You'll be rid of me for a whole week. That should make you happy, right?"

Booth chuckled again and missed the way Brennan's eyes fluttered shut.

"Not many employers will force their employees to take their paid vacation time." Brennan's back stiffened and her tone became colder. "I wonder how practical…"

"Now Bones" Booth interrupted her. "Don't go knocking on the FBI, okay? It's not polite."

"It's not an issue of politeness, Booth"

"Okay, then" he held up a hand, "How about an issue of patriotism, hmmm?"

Brennan's eyes narrowed, but she didn't comment. What Booth had just told her had been very displeasing indeed.

But there was no time to discuss it further, as he pulled his cell phone up to his ear. "Booth." He held his index finger up toward Brennan and motioned outside as he stood. "Just be a minute, Bones"

Brennan watched as he left the restaurant and stood on the sidewalk. She could see through the window that he was unhappy with whatever information the caller was giving him. He closed his phone with a snap and then pulled in few deep breaths before turning on his heel.

It was with great shock that he slid back into his chair with a big smile on his face. "Well, sorry about that, Bones. So…how's your soup?"

He didn't know she'd seen him. "My soup is satisfactory. Who was on the phone?"

Booth's eyes shot up to hers then, and the side of one of his eyes twitched slightly, "Nah, nothing really."

Brennan felt a pressure slice through her abdomen, not unlike emotional pain. Rationally, she supposed she could identify this reaction with the evidence that suggested Booth was lying to her.

"Are you sure?"

Surprised, Booth leaned back, his hand falling from his beer to the table. "It's…uh…well…it's not that big of a deal. I don't want to, you know…bother you with it or anything, so…"

"It won't be a bother. I promise" Brennan leaned forward, trying to meet his eyes with hers.

Booth pulled in a deep breath, then shrugged a shoulder. "Well, once I found out about my mandatory vacation from the bureau, I called Rebecca, thinking it would be the perfect time for me to have a little more time with Parker, right?"

He didn't wait for Brennan to respond, but she did notice the way his jaw was clenching.

"But…that was her on the phone" he huffed and began peeling the wrapper from his beer bottle, "Apparently she already had plans to take Parker to visit her parents for the week. I asked her if she couldn't reschedule, you know…as a favor, basically, but…"

"She said no?" Brennan offered, and Booth nodded.

"She said no."

Booth pursed his lips and looked out the window, then shrugged a shoulder. "Let's not talk about it, okay?"

Brennan swallowed, taking her interpersonal cues from him. "Okay."

But they didn't pick up any other conversation, and instead just ate in silence.

Brennan's mind was whirling as she tried to imagine what Booth would be doing for the next week. He wouldn't have work responsibilities, and he didn't have Parker. He'd also made it clear that she should plan on seeing him. 'You'll be rid of me for a whole week' he'd said. Obviously he wasn't planning on spending time with her, at the lab or otherwise.

"You okay, there, Bones?"

Brennan blinked twice and realized Booth was leaning closer to her, a concerned look on his face. "Yes, Booth. Why wouldn't I be?"

He tapped his fork against his water glass, "I don't know, Bones."

--b&b—

They parted company, and for just a second, it was a little awkward.

"I guess I'll see you next week, Bones." He saluted her and turned toward his SUV.

Brennan watched as he walked away, and pressed a hand to her stomach, an unpleasant sensation rising.

As she walked back toward her car, she realized that she couldn't remember the last time it had been an entire week between spending time with Booth.

Rationally, she knew that it was no big deal. She had plenty of work to do at the lab, and on her book, certainly. She could just not see him. That would be fine. And Booth could do whatever he wanted to do for an entire week. He didn't have any obligations. To anyone.

--b&b—

Booth stretched his arm in front of his body and clicked on the TV, flipping through channels, hoping to catch some game or something. He sighed and cracked open another beer, scratching his stomach under his t-shirt.

It would for sure feel great to just be a lazy sack of nothing for an entire week. A slight smile crossed his lips and he propped his feet up on the table in front of him. Nothing to do at all…

He thought about going to bed, but a quick knock on his door stopped him.

"Booth?"

He stood up quickly and hobbled to the door, opening it to see his partner standing on the other side. "Bones? What? Is something wrong?"

She just moved past him into his kitchen and then onto his living room. He closed his door, and then followed her, eyeing her suspiciously.

She turned toward him with a frown. "Booth, I…" she paused as she looked to where he'd obviously had a couple of beers, the empty bottles strewn on the coffee table. "Are you drunk?"

His eyebrows rose, and he re-planted himself on his couch, kicking his feet up. "No, I'm not drunk. Might have a light buzz, but…what the hell, I'm on vacation, right?"

She didn't respond, but just eyed him.

Booth's patience was thin after his long day, and he sighed, leaning his head against the back of the couch. "What are you doing here, Bones? I know there's not a case or anything like that, so…what?" He grinned. "Did you miss your old partner already?" he teased, "Is that it?"

Brennan swallowed and put her hands on her hips. "I have come to a conclusion. I have a proposition for you."

"Oh, ho" Booth waved his hand. "I can't wait to hear this. Now normally, a woman tells a man she has a proposition for him, it's gotta be good, but with you Bones… you never know, so…lay it on me."

"I don't know what that means."

"It means…" he inhaled through his nose. "It means, tell me what your proposition is."

Brennan shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "I would like to grant you some sexual fantasies."

Her clear tone and frank gaze gave Booth pause. He looked around the room, then at the beer bottles on the table. Maybe he was drunk, because… "Uh, Bones? Did I just hear you correctly?"

"Yes" she cleared her throat. "That is, if you heard what I said, which is that I want to grant you some sex--"

"Yeah" Booth interrupted, blinking rapidly and shaking his head. "I thought that's what you said, but…I mean…what?" His eye twitched, and he blinked some more. "What, Bones?"

She tilted her head in that way she did when she had to explain something sciency to him, and that made this whole scenario even more bizarre to him.

"You are on vacation." She began, "Therefore in theory, we are not partners."

Booth held up his hand and leaned forward to stand, but the alcohol had dulled his reflexes, and all of a sudden, she was in front of him, pushing him back against the couch.

"I propose that we use this time to release some of the sexual tension others have commented about. That is…" she stood up straight and Booth noticed her jaw twitching, "That is, of course, if you don't currently have another person in your life to satisfy your biological urges."

Booth choked and whimpered a bit. "No…I mean, no I don't. I…uh…what?" he was dreaming. There was no other explanation. Except the game was still on, he was in the exact same position as before, and she was being totally rational, in her way, which is something she hardly was in his dreams. "What?" he asked again.

"I concede that this is a shock for you Booth, and have prepared a plan." Standing up straight, she smoothed her hands down her thighs. "I propose that I arrive here, each night this week, at around 8 PM. At which time, I will fulfill one of your sexual fantasies. Since you have not had much time to prepare--"

Booth snorted, and she paused.

Four years was enough time to prepare, he thought, but didn't say anything, as she continued her rationale.

"As I was saying, since you have not had much time to think about your options, I am prepared to create scenarios I feel you would enjoy, and if you will allow me that, I believe you will find the experiences most enjoyable."

Most enjoyable? Jeez…he was a crazy person. He really, really, really, really should say no. He should stand up, and gently guide her to the front door, explaining to her why it wasn't a smart idea, why you couldn't just take a vacation from a partnership…from lines, and boundaries, and all of that…

"I will take your silence as affirmation, and I will see you tomorrow evening." Brennan nodded seriously and turned to leave his apartment.

Booth's fingers and toes clenched and he finally stood and jogged to the door, clasping it in his hand as she tried to close it. "Bones…wait…"

She turned then, and the hall light shone on her hair, and it contrasted with the pale of her skin and illuminated the blue of her eyes. Damn it…

"I'll see you tomorrow" he choked out, then groaned at the small satisfied smile that crossed her lips before she completely walked out of his apartment.

And as he closed the door behind her, he turned and leaned against it for a few seconds. His eyes closed and he swallowed.

What the hell?