So, I said I wouldn't do it, but here it is. You're welcome, #LTS crew - you know who you are! Now it's like it's always Friday…
For those of you who don't know - which is pretty much 90% of the people out there, I guess! - these little drabbles are known to my Twitter peeps as LunchTimeSmut - posted tweet by tweet once a week solely to entertain and get us all through a long workday. A little Booth and Brennan, not heavy on plot by any stretch of the imagination. For some reason, B&B always seem to be taunting each other in these, before getting it on. Not sure what that says about me, but whatever, it's fun. And kind of hot. All set before current canon - no babies in LTS!
Hard to really write much in 140 character tweets, so they started getting longer and longer and longer. Oddly enough, nobody complained, but my fingers get damn tired from typing 20 tweets in a row on my iPhone while sitting in my car in between shifts at work!
Anyway, I was told to share with the masses, so I hope you enjoy them as much as my Twitter pals seem to. They're not really that smutty, but the name fit, so LunchTime Smut they will forever be….
She felt the change in the air, that odd combination of electricity and comfort, and knew without turning around that he had walked into the room.
He sat down beside her, wrapping his strong arms around her and pulling her close, nuzzling her hair with his lips.
She stiffened and tried to move away, even as her traitorous body began to respond instinctively to his touch, his smell, the proximity of him.
He tightened his grip on her, trying not to smile. He knew she was annoyed, and though he would never admit it to her, he found it adorable when she was trying unsuccessfully to hold a grudge.
He tilted his head lower and gently nipped her earlobe. She wriggled in his grasp, trying to suppress a moan.
"Stop it, Booth! I'm still mad at you, so don't try to charm your way out of this one!" She wanted her words to sound forceful, but didn't quite manage it.
He slid one hand down her arm, coming to rest between her thighs. "Bones, you know that I had no choice," he murmured in that low, sexy voice.
She huffed in annoyance, even as her legs parted slightly. "It's just not fair! I'm an excellent shot, I could have been much more effective in the field today if I was allowed to carry my own gun! At the very least, you could have let me use yours!"
Booth smirked. "Hey, I let you play with my weapon all the time!" He reached for her hand, placing it just below his Cocky belt buckle so that she would know exactly what he was referring to.
She rolled her eyes at his innuendo, and shook her head, even as her fingers began to move on him.
"You know, I find it somewhat offensive that you are attempting to use sex to placate me."
Before his lips closed over hers, their eyes met, hers glassy with lust, his sparkling in amusement. He grinned.
"Well, it worked, didn't it?"