A/N: This is a super fast post for me. What can I say, this was burning a whole in My Documents!

I'm so glad you all like a human Cat and Bones! I'm swooning hardcore for them! Here's the chapter you REALLY want, the SMUT!

As always, muchas gracias to my darling beta, chiisai-kitty and pre-reader/soulmate, seastarr08. Love you both!

Disclaimer: Not mine!

Dinner was great. The wine and the conversation had been flowing freely. I had never laughed so hard in my entire life. Bones, as he insisted I call him, had a knack for telling stories. He'd led such an fascinating life that there was no end to the insanity. I'd even been able to throw in a few about growing up on a cherry orchard. I didn't think it was very interesting but Bones wanted to know all about it. As much as I fought to pay, even after I mentioned that Denise would be paying me back, Bones insisted on footing the bill. He had the mouth and sex drive of a sailor, but he also had social graces. He was polite, neat, and most importantly, a good tipper.

We went out to my favorite dance club where the alcohol continued to pour. I was a gin and tonic fiend, while Bones preferred a nice whiskey. We chatted for a while before moving out onto the dance floor. I was a bit stiff at first, since I wasn't used to dancing with a guy, but Bones and the gin helped loosen me up. At first, we were face to face with a space between us. His dark eyes were locked on mine the entire time, pulling me deeper into him. With every song, we came closer and closer until I could feel him pressed against me. We were so close I knew for a fact he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I gave myself a pat on the back for the lace panty decision.

He spun me in his arms so my back was against his chest. We were touching at every possible point of contact, including his groin in my ass. I was a tall girl, and even in my pumps, he had a few inches on me. Despite that, our bodies fit together perfectly. His hands were at my hips, occasionally wandering over my thighs and ribs. I knew how he usually was with women from his stories, and appreciated the fact that he was moving slowly for me. I had admitted to my inexperience, and he took that into consideration. Whenever his hands went somewhere new, he made sure I was okay with it. He got braver with each passing moment, pulling me tighter to his body, grabbing a handful of my ass, nuzzling my neck and shoulder. I felt his lips sucking, his teeth biting at the skin of my neck. I needed to kiss him.

I turned around again, grabbed his face and kissed him hard. It was the perfect first kiss between two people. There was passion and desire, lips and tongues crashing against one another. One of his hands was on my ass, the other tangled in my hair. I had mine wrapped around his neck, holding him tight against me. I was afraid if I let him go, he would float away.

He pulled back from the kiss, nipping at my earlobe. I felt his hot breath against my ear. "Kitten, if we don't get back to your flat, I'm going to have my way with you on this dance floor."

We took a cab home, having the foresight to know that there would be copious amounts of alcohol involved in our evening. We were making out the entire ride back, hands exploring all the nooks and crannies they could reach. I'm sure that we put on a good show for the cabbie, but I really didn't care. Let him stare. In my entire twenty-four years on this planet, I have never felt like a sexual being. My one and only experience was in the bed of my grandfather's beat to shit pickup truck with a loser who never loved me. I never thought I was pretty, never felt good enough for a guy. But Bones made me feel like a woman; a beautiful, sexy, desirable woman and I loved every minute of it.

I tried to make it up the stairs of my building, but Bones was hot on my heels. I fought hard to focus on getting my key in the door with him at my back, continuing his assault on my neck. Getting a tiny key in a tiny lock is not easy when I couldn't keep my eyes open from the pleasure rolling through my body. After a few attempts, the door swung open and I dragged Bones into my bedroom. I wanted him on the bed and naked, but he had other plans.

He slid his jacket and t-shirt off, giving me a prime view of that chest again. He took my face in his hands and the entire mood of our encounter changed. This kiss was soft, reverent even. I took the opportunity to run my hands over his back and chest. He was lean, but he was strong. His arms were flexed as he held me, and when I ran my hands over his biceps, I could feel the power radiating through him.

He stepped back, passion glowing brightly in his eyes. He walked around me in a motion that could only be described as stalking his prey. I tried to turn to face him, but he quickly grabbed my shoulders, holding me in place. I wanted to fight with him, but I decided he was the one who knew what he was doing and surrendered. I closed my eyes and waited for whatever he wanted to do.

He ran his hands through my hair, gathering it up to lay over one of my shoulders. I felt him open the hook at the top of my dress and slowly lower the zipper, brushing his fingers along the newly exposed skin. He pushed the material off my shoulders and the dress pooled around my ankles. I stepped out of it, kicking it across the room.

I was starting to get nervous. I was standing in my bedroom in my bra, panties and heels, and I couldn't see Bones to know what he was thinking. When he came around to my front again, I wished he would have stayed behind me. He was looking at every inch of my body and I felt completely exposed under his stare. I moved to cover myself, but he grabbed my wrists, putting my arms back at my sides.

"Please, just let me look at you. You're beautiful."

I blushed all over. This was a man who was paid to stare at gorgeous woman all day and he thought I was beautiful. Either he needed to get his eyes checked, or I did. I looked down, avoiding his gaze. The passion in his eyes was too much for me to handle. No one ever looked at me like that before. I didn't know how to react.

While staring at the floor, I saw him kick his boots off. He moved them away from us, coming back to stand directly in front of me again. He took my hands in his, bringing them up to his lips to kiss the back of each one. Dropping them, he held my chin, lifting my head so he could stare into my eyes. He pressed a series of chaste kisses to my lips while his fingers ran gently up my arms. When get got to my shoulders, they turned to run down my back, stopping at the clasp of my bra. His eyes never left mine as expert fingers released the closure and tossed it aside.

Those teasing fingers went to my hips next, running up my ribs and along the outside curve of my breasts. I couldn't control the shudder that ran through me at the delicate treatment he was giving me. No matter how restrained he was, I knew he wanted me in a bad way. But he was taking his time; whether it was for his benefit or mine, I'd never know.

He gave me another kiss, dropping to his knees in front of me. Now his lips found my stomach, working down to the black lace which was the only scrap of fabric left on my body. He made sure I was balanced, before taking one shoe, then the other off my feet, lowering me down to the ground another three inches. Without the heels and with him on his knees, he was now eye level with what I assumed was his prize. He kissed the skin just above the lace as his fingers hooked into the sides and dragged them down.

I wanted to cover myself. I didn't know what he saw, but I never thought the thing was particularly attractive. Sure hadn't done me any favors. Maybe with the right guy, I'd finally appreciate my body in the right way. He spread my legs a little wider and ducked between them. I didn't know what to expect, so when I felt his tongue on me, my knees gave out. Instead of crumpling to the floor like an idiot, his strong arms caught me.

"Whoa now. Maybe we should move this to the bed if you're feeling a little wobbly?"

"Yeah. Bed is good. Bed is better. What did you do to me?"

"Just worshiping your body, luv."

"You're wearing too much." He was still in those killer gray slacks. I wanted to know whether he was a boxers or briefs kinda guy.

"So fix it. It's only fair you take my trousers since I took all of your clothes."

With shaking hands, I took off his belt and opened the button and fly of his pants. When I worked my hands into the waistband to push them down, I felt nothing but skin.

"Commando?"

"Undies only take more room up in my suitcase. What? You've never not worn panties before?"

"No!"

"You should try it sometime. It's very liberating."

I didn't have a snappy comeback so I just worked the pants over his hips until they fell to the floor. My eyes were drawn immediately to his manhood. It was hard and ready for me. I don't think intimidated even begins to describe how I felt. He made Danny look like a little boy in comparison. I didn't even think it would fit in my body. Proving that he was the world's most sensitive lover, he picked up on my anxiety right away. He could read my body language like a book.

"Don't fret, luv. By the time he gets introduced into the mix, you'll be more than ready for it. Never start with the main course. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to whet my whistle on a little appetizer."

I had no clue what that meant, but by the way he was licking his lips, I had a feeling it involved a little more of what nearly knocked me to the ground. Moving to the bed was definitely in my best interest. He wrapped his arms around me before I could lay down for another round of super hot kisses. I could feel him hard against my hip. Something about the way he kissed me, looked at me, made me feel brave. I needed to touch him. I reached between us to wrap my hand around it. I got a grip on the base and stroked him slowly. He moaned into my mouth, his hips bucking against me.

"Was that a good sound?"

"Yes. God, Kitten, do it again."

I did, and he went back to kissing me. There was something wild about it now, like whatever I was doing with my hand was driving him on. Not one to disappoint, I kept at it, trying to get him to moan like that again. It was only a few minutes before he pulled away from me, breathing heavy.

"Did I hurt you? Oh God, did I do something wrong? Fuck, I have no clue what I'm doing. I'm so sorry."

He looked up at me like I was insane. "Kitten, I haven't gotten that close from a hand job since I was a teenager. If you kept going, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from getting off."

"Wait. You liked that?"

"Very much so. Don't ever apologize for making me feel like that again. You say you don't know what you're doing, but you know exactly what I need. Now get on that bed, and I'll return the favor."

I pulled the blankets down, which he promptly ripped off the bed and threw in the corner. Guess he didn't like having something in his way. Maybe it was just the obnoxious floral print that offended his eyes. Either way, as soon as my ass hit the mattress, he was on top of me. His lips were demanding again, igniting a fire inside me. As his hands ran along any body part they could find, they spread the fire to every inch of my skin. I scratched my nails down his back, drawing that sexy as hell moan from him again. This time it was accompanied by his back arching into me, his body rolling against mine in a heavenly manner.

He moved down, nibbling my collarbone before wrapping his lips around one of my nipples. I gasped at the new sensation, again when his fingers tweaked the mate on the other side. He knew exactly what he was doing, working the now tight peak with his lips and teeth before moving over to show the same love and attention on the right. I was a complete mess. I was moaning, thrusting my hips against him in a desperate attempt to gain some friction. My brain didn't know what I needed, but my body certainly did.

He moved down again, spreading my legs and settling between them. He kissed and bit the insides of my thighs before heading for the promised land. Between his tongue, his lips and his fingers, I was begging for mercy in seconds. At least it felt like seconds, it could have been hours for all I knew. Time perception gets a little wonky when your brain is swimming in pleasure. I'm still not entirely sure what he did to make my body erupt into waves of pure ecstasy, but I wasn't take the time to ask questions. It felt like fireworks were going off in my head. I could hear the marching band playing some patriotic tune while sparks lit up the sky. I was so glad we were doing this in bed, and not standing in the middle of the room. I was a puddle of skin, my bones having disintegrated while the world's greatest orgasm did its thing.

He came up the bed to lie down next to me, cuddling my still trembling body with his. His calming hands ran soothing patterns into my back, easing me back to Earth slowly.

"That was incredible."

"You do wonders for a boy's ego, luv."

"Can I tell you something that's sort of embarrassing?"

"Of course you can. I won't judge."

"That was my first orgasm, ever."

His face was a mask of shock, which slowly transformed into pride. "Not even by your own two hands?"

Blushing, I shook my head no. I dropped my eyes, feeling the burn in my cheeks. He lifted my chin yet again, encouraging me to look him square in the face. "Well then, remind me to show you that trick with your g-spot before I leave. You really seemed to enjoy that."

Right. He was leaving in five days. Cannot get attached no matter how amazing he was. Just remember that he's a total manwhore, definitely not boyfriend material. One week of mind blowing sex and then he's gone.

"You look perplexed. You shouldn't be thinking that hard after such a powerful orgasm. Fries the brain cells."

"Oh, I was just disappointed that I lost a bet I made with myself."

"And what's that?"

"Denise told me you were a bit of a..."

"Whore. You can say it, I admit it."

"Yeah, well, I told myself I wouldn't end up in bed with you. Your first night here and here we are. Stark naked in bed together."

"If you don't want to go all the way, we don't have to. I'm content just pleasuring you."

I looked him dead in the eye so he knew how serious I was. "I think that's the first bet I'm happy I lost. I want to be with you, Bones."

"Fair enough. I'm not one to deny a lady what she wants." That wicked smile of his came back out to play. I couldn't help but smile with him, especially when he kissed me again. But then I had a major case of heart fail.

"Shit. You wouldn't by any chance have a condom would you? I don't have anything in the house."

"I may travel light, but I'm always covered in that department. Let me grab my bag."

He jumped off the bed, out to the living room where his bag was waiting. I got a good look at his ass as he walked away, and it was just as perfect as the rest of him. I really wanted to grab it. Part of me wanted to bite it, but that's the part that needed to be kept in check. Normal girls don't go around biting gorgeous men on the ass. He came back, a smile on his face, and a row of condoms in his hands. He must have been a boy scout, always prepared. He tore one off the line, tossing the rest of them on my nightstand.

I had grown tense in the short time it took him to come back. I didn't expect him to just waltz back in the bedroom and jump me, but I had no clue how to proceed from here. He curled up at my side once again, letting those fingers get acquainted with every one of my curves. His lips worked my neck and shoulders, fanning the flames which had begun to cool. A few passes along my most sensitive spots and I was ready, completely forget the awkward feeling of a few minutes ago.

He slid two fingers into me, rubbing my g-spot while his thumb drew agonizing circles around my clit. I cried out, clinging to him for dear life. He brought his mouth to my ear, whispering the most sexually explicit words I'd ever heard. I was just at the precipice when he pulled his fingers away. I punched him hard in the shoulder in frustration. It all melted away when he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking my juices off them in the most sensual way. I was so ready. I told him as much and he smiled. Even if I couldn't please him, at least I knew I was entertaining.

He rolled on the condom and climbed between my legs. I was waiting for the explosion of pain that had come when Danny entered me for the first time but it never came. As he worked himself inside of me, I could feel my body expanding, trying to take all of him in. When I felt his hips hit mine, I let out the moan I had been holding back. He laid down on top of me, once again whispering in my ear. This time, it was to shower me with praise about how good I felt all around him. His words ripped right through me, their caress feeling as real as his physical touch.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, which rocked my hips, creating an entirely new feeling for me. It must have felt as good to him, since we cried out in stereo. He moved slowly, making sure I was still okay. I could tell he was holding back, so I begged for more. With a low moan, he picked up the pace, giving me exactly what I needed. We moved together as if we'd be doing this for years, finding each other's rhythm immediately. He knew exactly how to move to rub my clit on every thrust. Combine that with his lips on my neck, his hand on my breast and all the events leading up to this very moment, I felt as if our coupling was one giant orgasm for me. I hoped it felt as good for him, but if the sexual sounds and whispered words were any indication, I had nothing to worry about.

When I felt him hold me a little tighter, go still, and muffle a shout in my shoulder, I knew he finished. Him turning to dead weight on top of me was another sign. It didn't bother me so much, though. I kind of liked the way he felt on top of me. Right, not getting attached. So not getting attached. Fuck, this was going to be hard.

"That was amazing, Kitten. Have you been playing me all along? Are you really this sexified seductress who's trying to cure me of my womanizing ways?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, after a shag like that, I may be ruined for all other women in the future. They'll never compare to you."

That was so not helping my attempts at staying detached. "I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted after that. Are you tired?"

"I'm feeling content and snugly. Hang on."

He rolled off me and left the bed momentarily to dispose the condom. When he came back, he tucked me into his side. I ran my hands over that impressive upper body of his, while he rubbed my back. It was perfect. This was textbook post-coital bliss.

"Hey. I'm not in the habit of doing this sort of thing, but why don't you sleep in here. After how we got intimately acquainted, I'd hate to kick you out and make you sleep on the futon."

"Kitten, nothing is getting me out of this bed. If you don't want to share, you'll be the one sleeping on that lumpy thing."

I smacked him on the chest and left the bed. I only intended to grab the blanket and come back, but when I turned around and saw he had an adorable pout on his face, my heart just melted.

"Did you think I was actually abandoning you? You're too much!"

I jumped back into bed, wrapping us up in the blanket. He spooned behind me, holding me close, pressing the occasional kiss to any inch of skin he could reach. As I drifted off, I tried to remind myself I couldn't fall for him, but it was getting harder by the minute. Maybe he'll only be amazing on day one. Maybe I'll hate him by the wedding day. Resigning, I realized I had better odds of Denise letting me pick out her wedding dress than that ever happening.

A/N2: *takes a puff of an imaginary cigarette* Hope that was as satisfying for you as it was for them!

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