A/N: It's ba-ack! What are the 25 days of Christmas without a little B&B smut every day? If you remember from last year's "Warm Reads for Cold Nights", my Twitter followers get to fight over who picks the word of the day for the first 24 days of Christmas. I pop in at a random part of the day and whoever answers first gets the win. (I'm RositaLG on Twitter if you would like to play) On the 25th, I pick the Christmas Day Special with whatever one of my favorite proclivities hasn't been chosen yet! Here's to the next 25 days being filled with just a little bit of naughty to go with your nice. I won't tell Santa if you don't.

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December 1st: Cindy_Sue chose the word "amethyst". (Last year she chose 'emerald'. Are you sensing a theme, dear readers?)

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"Mmm. That one is lovely." Brennan said as she took a closer look, bending over and nearly spilling out of her dress. Booth took another long sip of his champagne. He silently thanked Hodgins and Angela for recommending that Brennan attend the opening of the gemstone exhibit at the Jeffersonian, if only for his view every time she bent over an exhibit case.

"What, the purple one?" Booth asked before glancing down at the gemstones from the other side of the display case.

"Amethyst." Brennan corrected as she stood up again. "Did you know that the ancient Greeks made drinking containers out of amethyst? They believed that it would protect them from becoming intoxicated."

"Really? How'd that work out for them?" He teased, his smile half-hidden behind the champagne glass he was about to drink from.

"About as well as you'd imagine." She smirked and moved on to the next display within the exhibit. Booth watched her go, still surprised by how breathtaking she was tonight. She moved with such a grace when she was dressed to the nines. Still, she had no idea the effect she was having on him. Her intelligent brain was too busy analyzing each jewel as if it held the clue to some long lost world. It only made him love her more.

Booth handed his empty champagne flute to a passing waiter and smiled as he remembered the last time she had captivated his attention in this room.

"Hey Bones." He whispered to her. "Come here." He led her over a few feet towards the center of the room. She looked at him strangely as she tried to figure out what he was doing. "Do you remember the last time we were standing here?" He asked her as he looked around. She did the same, trying to uncover what he was referencing. It dawned on her slowly.

"Anok." She nodded. "The bleeding heart. I remember." She smiled. "Why?"

"You solved a 3,000 year old case, completely changing world history as we know it, and yet the only thing I can remember about that night is that you almost kissed me." He recalled.

"What? No!" She whispered harshly, glancing around as she'd realized she wasn't as quiet as she would have liked. "You almost kissed me!" She accused. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in close.

"How about a redo?" He whispered, his mouth inches from her own. She leaned back defiantly.

"Admit that you almost kissed me first." She demanded.

"Oh, Bones. If I had a dollar for every time that I almost kissed you, we could buy all the jewelry in this room." He promised. She blushed a little, completely surprised by his statement.

"Really?" She inquired. Booth felt his heart stop at her innocent disbelief.

"Really." He promised sincerely as he leaned in and took his chance to change history. Five years of missed opportunities fell into a singular kiss and when he finally pulled away, Brennan's blue eyes were dancing; swirling and unfocused as her hand rested lightly on his chest. She closed her eyes again and rested her forehead on his shoulder intimately, forgetting for a moment that they were still in public. He lifted her chin with his finger to look at her once more. He knew that look well. She had an idea.

"Come with me." She requested quietly as she took his hand. Booth followed silently, wondering where she could be taking him. They followed a dimly lit hallway and ended up on the back side of the lab. She nimbly entered a code into a pad beside the door and waited for the door to unlock. She pulled it open and led him past her office and into one of the exam rooms.

"Bones, what are we doing in here?" Booth asked. With her, you never knew what she had in store.

"I'm getting my redo." She said. "If you got yours, I want one too." She said simply. "It's only fair." Booth looked around the room, wondering what she could possibly be referencing.

"Wait…Christmas?" He realized. Now it was his turn to be incredulous about the effect he had on her. Sure, he had been turned on in that moment but he had a beautiful woman on her knees undoing his belt buckle. She, on the other hand, had been tasked with collecting exploded Santa bits off of him, not exactly the stuff that got most women hot. Then again, she wasn't most women.

"I found undressing you to be extremely arousing." She began chewing on her bottom lip as he watched her relive the memory in her head. She came to her senses once again and motioned towards the table. "What do you think, Booth? Will I get the chance to finish what I started?" She asked with a downright filthy smirk.

Jesus, what had he done to trick this woman into being with him?

"I'm all yours." He said as he made his way slowly towards the table. She ran her hands under his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders. He slid his arms out of it and she folded it neatly and placed it on the table beside him. He watched as she practically licked her lips as she loosened his bowtie, unbuttoned his shirt and left him standing half-naked in front of her.

"Having fun?" He asked as she let herself run her hands over his shoulders. She nodded and slid down so that she was level with his belt buckle. "And this is the part where I started reciting Saints." Booth remembered as he tensed from the memory, even now. Brennan chuckled as she reached down and slipped off his shoes and socks, removed his pants and boxers and left him entirely naked before her.

"Hmm." She hummed as she took him in from her place on her knees. "You really are quite beautiful." She complimented. He bit back his argument that men couldn't be beautiful and changed the subject.

"Alright, Dr. Brennan." He said as he cleared his throat. "It's your redo. What happens next?"

"What do you think happens next?" She asked coyly as she slipped her hand around him and stroked him. His eyes fluttered as he fought to keep them open. "I knew what you were thinking, why you needed to recite the Saints." She said as she stroked him again. "I was thinking it too." She promised. "Thinking of all the things I could do to get you to stumble over your list…" She wet her perfect lips in anticipation. Booth felt a shiver run down his spine and then only her warm, wet mouth encasing him.

God, she was good at this. She began to suck ever so lightly, teasing him. He wanted to rip the pins out of her perfectly coifed hair and bury his fingers in her brown locks, but a part of him was still conscious enough to realize that it would be hard to explain that to the rest of the gala. All of the blood in his body rushed south as her tongue had its way with him. He clasped onto the metal table behind him for support, unconsciously rocking his hips forward and pressing deeper into her mouth.

"Oh shit, Bones." He murmured as she began to suck harder, encouraged by his desperation but Booth wanted more of her, all of her. He fought through his pleasure filled haze and pulled her up to face him. "Get undressed. Now." He commanded, unable to wait another second to be inside her. She looked surprised by his sudden desire to take control but she unzipped her dress and stepped out of it, completely naked underneath.

"Better?" She asked. His eyes raked over her body, knowing he would never be able to see her in an evening gown ever again without wondering if she were naked underneath. He realized she was still waiting for her answer. His reply was a fierce kiss as he turned her around and pressed her against the table. She gasped in surprise but he swallowed the sound. Her legs wrapped around his waist as if they were made to do so and he buried himself within her silky walls.

His eyes rolled back into his head as he stilled and hid his face in the crook of her neck. The mad desire within his body recoiled momentarily as he focused on the feeling of her warm, welcoming body. Her fingers wove through his hair before she whispered his name. He pulled away to look into her eyes and he was met with the perfect mix of seduction and sweetness staring back at him. His heart melted at the intimacy while the rest of his body turned to spun steel, tightening under her now wandering hands.

When he couldn't resist temptation any longer, he began moving slowly, wanting her to feel as heady as he did in that moment. She rasped out a low moan.

"This is what you do to me, Bones." He confessed, his jaw clenched tight. "Then, now and always."

"Oh yes." She agreed. "Yes, yes, yes…" She murmured huskily. He reached between them to rub her clit and was rewarded with another gasp as she arched up into his touch. "Yes!" She cried as he stroked her faster. Her legs tightened their grip on his hips and he knew she was close. "Booth…oh…oh. Oh!" She bit down on her lip and exploded, clinging to him as she fell apart. Booth followed with a groan, holding her close as he trembled through the pleasurable aftershocks of their stolen moment.

When he felt it was safe to move, Booth kissed her temple and slipped out of her but Brennan snuggled into his chest, not wanting to be separated quite yet. He chuckled at the uncharacteristically needy action.

"Come on, we have to get dressed. The security guards will be coming by any minute now."

"Mmhm." She mumbled against his skin. She pulled away and looked up into his eyes. "Carry me home?" She requested. Booth smiled.

"It would be my pleasure."