A/N: Many of you know that Dispatch22705 had the brilliant idea of doing "The 25 days of Smut" in December, both here and on Twitter. If you missed this, go read it now and Author alert that sucker immediately. I thought it would be fun to play along. The idea was that every day, I let one of my Twitter followers choose a word and I write a quick snippet. But they refused to stay contained to 140 characters, so I'm going to post them here instead.
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December 1st: thevaliumsofa chose the word "stilettos".
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"The stilettos stay on." Booth commanded. Brennan arched her eyebrow at his request, but slipped the dress over her head anyway. Standing before him in nothing but heels and jewelry, she had never felt more wanted in her life. He made his way across the floor and entangled his fingers in her hair, reaching for the pins that she had so meticulously placed just hours before. "I've been fantasizing about this moment all night." He confessed as his rough finger trailed its way down the back of her neck before unclasping her necklace with a single flick of his wrist. She shivered at the deft action. His warm breath tickled her ear as he continued softly. "Those people, they see the sophisticated and beautiful woman that you are." He said as he shifted so she could see herself in the full length mirror. "But only I get to see you come undone." The combination of the possessive nature of his voice and the image of his hand sliding down her stomach caused her to subconsciously widen her stance. She suddenly saw the appeal of keeping her heels on. She wrapped a hand behind his head and clutched the back of his hair tightly, a delicious moan escaping her perfectly painted lips as Booth watched his hand slip between her legs.