AN: :D here's another chapter for bones fan aka alex c: I thought of this while standing in the shower xD

:c this is the last chapter, sorry.

c: I will write other Bones stories though!

:P I don't know if Booth has a shower, I think he does, but I know he has a bath tub xD

:P lol I also don't know if he has a tie with Stewie on it

Disclaimer: :c I don't own Bones...awww...I don't own anything...double awww...

Booth sat down on his couch and turned on the TV. That was the oddest day he had ever had. He wasn't paying attention to the sports statistics that ran across the screen, he was too fixated on thinking about Brennan.

She was in the shower.

Sure, he could join her, but he was too lazy to stand up and walk over there. He relaxed on the couch and listened to the sound of the water. After a while, the water turned off, and he heard the noise of the shower curtain being pushed aside.

Brennan stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her frame. Booth wasn't supposed to be home until later. He had called her and told her about his 'encounter' with Sweets. Oddly, he was more haunted by Sweets and Daisy than Hodgins and Angela. She ran a brush threw her hair, and left the bathroom.

Booth was laying on the couch with his eyes closed. Maybe she would think that he was sleeping.

Brennan was smarter than that. His breathing was uneven, and his eyelids were twitching. He was faking it. Brennan smirked and dropped her towel.

Booth's eyes shot open when Brennan crawled onto his lap.

"Your awake." Brennan stated, kissing Booth.

"I wasn't asleep." Booth said. He stood up, taking Brennan with him.

They had a horrible time trying to walk to the bed room. They managed to knock several objects off the nearby walls and surfaces.

Brennan was placed down on the bed and Booth laid over her. She untied his Stewie tie and threw it across the room. He licked and sucked on her neck, his hands moving to her breast. She ripped his shirt off and he groaned. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to run out of shirts, Bones." He growled, his mouth moving from her neck to her breast.

"I wouldn't mind if you didn't wear a shirt to work." Brennan managed to say. She raked her nails down his chest to his cocky belt buckle.

"We wouldn't get any work done." Booth stated, removing his belt and pants. No boxers.

Brennan moaned at the sight of his throbbing manhood. "I think this qualifies as work." She said, flipping them over so she was on top. His hands went to her hips.

"Work? Nahh...this is fun!"

They both groaned when Brennan sank down onto him.

Ring Ring. Ring Ring...