So I'm slow but I'm cute…

Chapter 8

"Booth!"

"Umm… Cutting off some of my best work here, Bones."

"What's going on? What are you doing? What if—ohhh…" She stopped talking as Booth joined his lips with hers again.

"Question answered? We're kissing."

Brennan was trying to catch her breath. She realized that she was sitting with one leg over his lap. She tried to correct this. However, Booth wouldn't let her by grabbing her knee and rubbing it.

"Booth," Brennan protested, "I need to move my leg. We need to talk rationally."

"Last thing we need, Bones. I think we need to think with… Ummm… Our hearts."

Brennan had sunk into the kiss. He reached behind her head, took her hair out of it's ponytail, and ran his fingers through it, gently. Brennan shifted so that she was straddling him…

A cell phone started to ring.

"Damn," Booth muttered, loosening his fingers from her hair and grabbing for the offending phone on the table next to them.

"Booth!" he growled into the phone, while Brennan had taken to kissing the side of his neck and ear.

"Booth? Why are you answering Bren's phone?" Angela's voice came through.

Booth realized he had mistakenly grabbed Brennan's phone, "We were talking about the case… Bones went to the bathroom. I'll get her."

He looked at the phone and pressed the hold button. Now he looked down at the gorgeous forensic anthropologist sucking on his earlobe and pressed to his body.

"Bones…?" Her hands started to work their way under his shirt, "Bones!"

She sat up, "Yes?"

He wiggled the phone, "Ange."

Giving an exasperated sigh Brennan took the phone. She pressed the hold button again, "Hey Ange. Can I call you back tomorrow?"

"Sure, Sweetie. You alright?"

"Yes. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Bye…"

Brennan took her phone, turned it off and flung it across the room.

"Problem solved," she told him as she started to unbutton his shirt this time before trying to remove it.

"I guess so," Booth agreed, allowing the removal of his shirt.

"You wanted to stop talking, I believe?" Brennan asked as she threw the shirt back and off the couch.

"Right…"

"So stop."

"Does this mean you won't be seeing Tony anymore?"

Brennan laughed, quietly, "I guess so. It would be very hard to juggle you both…"

Booth looked startled and wedged himself up on his elbow to get a better look at Brennan's face. He snorted, "Funny, Bones, funny."

She sat up and kissed him, softly, "I thought so," she looked at the clock on her nightstand, pushed the sheet off of herself and stood.

"Where are you going Bones?" Booth whined.

"Just to the bathroom. I'll be back in a minute… Unless you are leaving…?" she was looking down, as she grabbed her robe off a nearby chair.

Booth stood and reached for her, "Never."

"Well, logically, you'll need to leave eventually—" He cut her off with a swift kiss.

"I'm gonna stay unless you want me to go."

She smiled and started off toward her bathroom, "Make yourself comfortable then."

When she returned she slid back into bed. Booth had moved to one side, lying his side and she snuggled into him.

"Never took you as a snuggler, Bones."

She frowned and started to shift. Booth caught her swiftly by snaking his arm around her waist, tightly.

"I like it."

"Good night Booth… Seeley."

"Good night Temperance."

Wow. Pathetically short. Ah well. Don't know what to tell ya. Just not been in a writing mood… Ah well. Enjoy that little that you get. Stop the complainins'! I should really get back to the plot, right?