This one is a little one-shot inspired by the 1992 R&B ballad "Freak Me", haha. Hahaha! Which was popular when I was in middle school, which kind of grosses me out, now that I think about it.

Set after season six, pre- finale, probably.

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It had been her suggestion to take a small weekend trip. When she'd said the words, Booth had been almost speechless, but he'd recovered quickly, stammering a bit as he agreed.

He had no idea if she'd told anyone else about them. He hadn't, but then again…ever since that first night, everything seemed different. Each time he walked into the Hoover building, he was just waiting for someone to take one look at him and just know…to know he was sleeping with his partner, to know she was waking up every morning draped over him, to know that he was as much in love with her as he'd always been. But so far, no one had said a word. He wasn't sure if he was hiding it well or if no one cared.

Now, tucked away at a back corner table of a schmancy hotel restaurant, he let himself look his fill. She was the classiest woman he'd ever known, but more than ever, it turned him inside out when she stripped all that away and let him into her heat.

He'd brushed up against her in the elevator and even that slight touch told him that beneath her black dress, she was wearing garters. He'd gone instantly hard, wanting nothing more than to cup her hips and yank her back toward him. Only the prim line of her shoulders and their co-passengers kept him from touching her. But as they were seated at the restaurant, he'd let his fingers skim over her bare back.

In his mind's eye, he imagined what he'd do once he got her back to their hotel room. Erotic possibilities flashed, each one hotter than the next.

Gently stripping her clothing and leaving soft kisses all over her gorgeous skin.

Pinning her against the door and shoving her dress up to her waist.

Tossing her on the bed fully clothed and burying his face between her legs to lick at her until she creamed on his tongue, all black lace and heat against his mouth.

It took a full second for him to realize she'd said his name. He blinked and met her eyes at the same time he realized his hand was on her thigh, just beneath the hem of her dress. Her expression told him nothing, and a quick glance around the room told him that the tablecloth more than covered what he was doing. Her skin was ridiculously warm, and he wanted more. He turned his fingers toward her body and slid them a fraction of an inch up her leg. Still, she remained quiet, but he noticed the slight flush at the base of her throat. Her pulse fluttered and he wondered if she felt the same throb between her legs.

There was only one way to find out.

He figured she'd stop him if she wanted to, and as he moved his touch higher, he encountered the rough lace trim of her garters, confirming his earlier suspicions. They gave way to incredibly soft skin, and he bit back a moan at how perfect she felt. He heard her inhale and then her legs parted, giving him all the permission he needed. But it was his turn to gasp when his fingertips touched bare skin and damp curls. She was pantyless and already wet, her lower lips furled tight with arousal. He traced them with his fingers, wanting nothing more than to lick her up and down until she begged him to stop. He'd do anything she wanted him to do, anywhere, any place. And when her legs parted even more, he knew she wanted him to keep going.

Using a firmer touch, he cupped her heat for a second, pressing his palm against her core. She squirmed and he felt her wetness against the heel of his hand. Very carefully, he parted her folds and trapped her clit between two fingers. After a gentle squeeze, he started rubbing, tenderly pulling and releasing her clit. His thumb stroked her skin and then he slipped it to her opening to gather her wetness and spread it over her swollen button. Booth watched as she licked her lips and his cock grew even harder. He knew by now that oral stimulation turned her on while she was being pleasured. He leaned in and surprised her by capturing her mouth with his, kissing her lightly. He brushed her lips with his tongue and matched the rhythm with his thumb against her clit until she was gripping his arm with her hand. Booth moved his hand to palm her clit and slide two fingers deep inside her. He cupped her neck with his other hand and plundered her mouth as he drove into her weeping sex. Her fingernails dug into his arm as her core clenched around his moving fingers.

"Yeah," he murmured against her mouth, feeling like he could come in his pants from the sight, sound and feel of her coming for him. "Fuck, Bones, you're so hot," he rasped out, rubbing her opening as she came down from her high.

Her chest was gently heaving, and he closed his eyes for a second, imagining another fantasy of her stripping down and riding him all night long. When he opened his eyes, she was watching him, and a small smile curved up her lips. It was then that he realized her hand was now on his leg. A flush covered his body, and he knew their weekend was off to a fantastic start.

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