Hello, hello! Guess what? Today is the birthday of the fantabulisticulous SleeplessInAtlanta, a true friend and amazing writer and all around awesome person!

To celebrate, I've put together 26 little drabbles+ (i.e., not limited to any word count, but probably not long enough to be called official one-shots), using the alphabet as a starting point. Each chapter will be titled with a single word A-Z. And...because one day is not enough to celebrate SiL's greatness, I'll be posting all week long.

Be sure to drop her a line and wish her a happy birthday!



She saw the look in his eyes, but as the day went on, she began to suspect she'd misinterpreted it. She'd been standing in the doorway of her closet, dressed only in an ivory lace camisole and slip. Booth eyed her from the bed, and when she'd glanced back, his gaze was dark and hooded, and Brennan had a suspicion he wanted to (figuratively) eat her alive. But he'd merely rolled out of bed and padded to the shower without another word. And when he'd kept his usual professional distance during their work day, she figured she had imagined everything.

But all doubt was erased when she arrived back to her apartment later that evening. Booth was waiting at her door, and as soon as she made it through the door, he had wrapped an arm around her waist, his tall and firm body pressed up against her back.

Her lips parted to ask him what was happening, but instead she only gasped as his mouth found the side of her neck. His fingers were quick and agile as he unfastened the buttons on her blouse and soon it was on the floor near her feet. He groaned and pressed his palms to her lace covered torso, breathing her in. Brennan felt him shudder before he turned her in his arms and pressed her back against her apartment door.

"I need you. Now" is all he said before his mouth captured hers in a searing kiss. "God, I've been thinking about doing this all day long," he murmured as he placed frantic kisses along her neck and chest. With another groan, he held her in place to suck at her nipples through the lace camisole. The friction made Brennan arch into his mouth and grip his hair with her fingers. His tongue swept over the hard peaks, and the combination of his warm mouth and the sensually abrasive lace sent electricity through her body and between her legs.

Her skirt and slip joined her blouse, and then Booth's hands grasped her thighs. Brennan wrapped her legs around his waist and met his eyes. His cheeks were flushed, and he smiled, skimming a hand over her stomach before fisting the material. "This stuff is my downfall."

Brennan smiled and loosely wrapped her arms around his neck. "Is that so?"

"Yep…" Booth unfastened his pants in a hurry and thrust inside her. They both nearly whimpered at the sensation, and Brennan fought to keep her eyes open as Booth started to steadily pump himself into her. She watched his eyes travel downward, her upper body still covered by the silky and nearly opaque fabric. When he realized she was watching him look at her, he flushed again and laughed at her smug smile.

He leaned in a bit, changing the angle of his thrusts, and Brennan tightened her arms around his shoulders. Her breathing turned to pants, and then moans as he took her up and over the edge, quickly following her into a sweet, devastating orgasm.

As their skin cooled, Booth traced the strap of her camisole with his index finger. Brennan chuckled, and Booth looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"This is valuable information, " Brennan smirked as she enjoyed the pleasure still coursing through her.

"Yeah, well, you don't have to look so happy about it," he challenged, lazily wrapping his arms around her waist.

"I…disagree. This knowledge is excellent ammunition."