A/N: So I was convinced by several people this afternoon to write some smut, so here it is. It might be a bit of a multi-chap (which what, makes four for me? lol!)It's quite smutty, just so you're warned! I hope you enjoy!

Temperance Brennan was an independent woman. She was not the type of girl who needed a long term relationship, by any means. When she needed sex, there were multiple partners she could turn to, and when that failed she did have her trusty rabbit.

So what was it about Seeley Booth that made her insides melt like butter? That cocky, arrogant swagger of his irritated her to no end. And yes, they became friends and she saw past that but she still couldn't help but look when she saw him with his shirt off.

Or the t-shirts. Damn those tight t-shirts he wore when they had a case that didn't require him being in a suit. It made her want to rip it off and see if his muscles were defined as they appeared to be.

And the belt buckle and the crazy socks and…. Let's just say she was having a hard time keeping her mind on things.

Them being friends made it worse. If they were destined just to be partners, no feelings involved at all, she would have had sex with him the second time she saw him. But now, now there were feelings. All these crazy emotions that told her if they had sex it would be more.

And that she wasn't ready for.

Which didn't explain why she was at his door at 11:30 at night, still dressed in her sexy outfit from the date she had been on with boring lawyer #3.

He opened the door and she immediately felt a stirring in her loins. He was wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans. She was royally fucked.

"Hi." She said awkwardly.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. "I thought you were on a date."

She detected a slight bitterness in his tone that she didn't understand.

"Yes, well, I was. But it ended and now I'm here."

He opened the door farther and let her in, shutting it behind her.

"Okay…." He said slowly. "Do you want a beer?"

She shook her head. "You."

"Sorry, what?"

"You." She repeated. "I want you."

"Look Bones, I get your date didn't go well but you just can't come over here and…"

"I'm not." She interrupted. "I'm…I want us to…"

What the hell was she doing? Why was she even speaking? It was like her brain had shut off and she couldn't control the words coming out of her mouth. Which explained the next thing she said.

"I want you to make love to me."

He look turned into one of incredulity but underneath it she saw simmering lust, something that had been present in his eyes lately.

"Please." She said softly. "I need you to prove it to me."

"I just can't have sex with you Bones." He replied. "That's not how it works."

"Says who?" she replied, taking a step closer. "Besides its your hypothesis."

"Hypothesis?" he squeaked as she stepped into his personal space. The electricity between them was crackling.

"Yes. You said two people become one when they make love. Prove it." Then she ran her hand up his chest, delighted to know that his muscles seemed just as much defined as they appeared to be.

At this point she lost motor control as addition to brain control.

That explained her hands moving all over his chest and finally up to his neck, where she grasped hold of him and pulled him down, pressing her lips against his.

There weren't fireworks and explosions, it didn't feel like the world was coming to an end. But as his tongue slipped into her mouth, she had one solitary thought.

'This is the best thing I've ever done.'

Who knew a kiss could turn her on so much? She didn't care at this point what happened. Whether they would fight about this or be assigned new partners or she would end up in a relationship with him. She didn't care. She just wanted more, as much as he would give her.

He must have had the same thoughts because his hands were running up and down her back, his fingers subconsciously looking for the zipper to her dress.

They pulled apart, both flushed and panting and she smiled a sexy smile, grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted the whole thing over her head.

He groaned at the sight of her in her black lace bra and matching panties.

"So beautiful." He said, pulling her close to him. Instead of kissing her like she thought he was going to do, he hugged her instead. Like one of their infamous 'guy hugs'.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked. "Because if you aren't…..I mean this changes everything."

She looked up at him and was forced to blink back tears. "I am."

So clearly her tear duct control wasn't functioning either. Which explained the four tears that Booth patiently wiped away from her cheek before he kissed her again.

Somehow her legs had turned to jelly, forcing him to lift her up and carry her to the bedroom, stopping along the way to press kisses along her neck.

He set her down and her hands went immediately to his shirt, pulling it off and tossing it on the floor. Her lips made their way along his broad chest, kissing every inch of him. She loved feeling him shudder and noted which spots made him shiver the most.

"My turn." He growled, scooping her up and laying her on the bed.

Despite the fact that she thought sex was a biological imperative, it didn't mean she always liked it fast and dirty. She loved, more than anything, the feel of a man's hands upon her. And from his first touch, she knew Seeley Booth knew just what to do with his hands.

He ran them up and down her stomach as he kissed her lightly, always stopping at the undersides of her breasts. Her bra felt cumbersome, she arched into him hoping he would get the hint and take it off her.

Finally he did, and her breasts spilled out and almost sighed in relief. She wanted so badly to touch herself (by this point she was most certainly wet) but then his soft touch changed her mind.

He pulled away from her slightly and studied her, like she would study a bone. He ran his thumb along her breast, never touching her nipple, making her breathe heavily. Then he did the same to the other and she arched into him desperately but he still wouldn't touch her where she wanted.

"Booth…" she whined. He flashed her his charm smile and before she could say another word, he dipped his head down and captured her nipple into his mouth. She moaned loudly and was quite embarrassed. Auditory control gone? Check. Approaching sensory overload? Double check.

He moved to her other breast and she sighed in delight. Somehow, she knew this was only the beginning of the most fantastic fuck she would ever have.