So, chapter two is finally here. It's Bones' POV, not sure how well I did on this, but I hope you guys enjoy it!
Smutty chapter, so if that's not your piece of cake, now's the time to turn back.
Please review, anything you've got to say is very much appreciated!

Chapter 2

Five hours earlier.

"Phone rings in the middle of the night, my father yells 'what you gonna do with your life?' Daddy dear, you know you're still number one, and girls they wanna have fun –"

I sing along to the radio as I'm driving over too Booth's. I love going crazy like this, when I'm alone in my car and no one can catch me. It feels liberating to not be the reserved, analytical Dr. Temperance Brennan for a while. It's something I'd never admit to a living soul. Well, maybe Booth. Then again, he'd probably tease me about it for the rest of my life.

I laugh out loud as I park my car in front of his house, pulling the keys out of the ignition as the final notes of the song ring out. Today's a good day, and it's about to get just that much better. Spending Friday night with Booth is probably my favorite (non-work-related) thing to do. He's not only my partner, but also my best friend.

I lock the car and do a little happy dance before collecting myself and walking up to his house. Don't go too crazy on him, Tempe, I tell myself as I knock on his apartment door.

He opens the door and a huge smile lights my face - I've noticed he has that effect on me. He can always make me smile, and usually he wears one of those special Booth smiles when I arrive to hang out with him. But today there's a strange expression on his face. He looks like he's been thinking long and hard about something; I can see the way his forehead creases slightly as he tries to half-heartedly smile at me. He's been acting cold and reserved all day (in a very un-Booth manner, as I pointed out to myself earlier today), and I wonder what's on his mind as he shuts the door behind me and I place the takeout on his living room table. I'm not exactly the best at reading people, but when it comes to Booth, I can always tell when something's wrong.

I turn around to inquire about his peculiar aloofness, but before I get the chance to utter a single word, he walks over with a determined look in his dark eyes. He pulls me flush against his body, and I can feel every inch of him pressing against me from forehead all the way to the tip of his toes. He's way too close; I can feel his warm breath playing across my face as mine hitches in my throat, I can smell his alluring cologne that makes my head spin in an all too familiar way, I can feel the way his hands stroke up an down my back, sending shivers throughout my body - but most prominently I can feel, and the only thing I care to notice in this haze of incoming stimuli, is his growing erection pressing firmly into my thigh. Shit. I try to form a coherent sentence, but the words refuse to come out. He touches his soft lips to mine, and I know I'm done.

I can't believe this is actually happening. He's not supposed to feel this way about me. Not that I mind- not in the least - I've wanted him for years. I just thought with the line he drew and all that, he would never be interested in me that way.

I kiss him back, tasting his lips as I run my fingers softly through his silky hair. "About time," I sigh into his neck before claiming his lips again in an intense, positively earth shattering kiss. Before I can even register it happening, he has us stumbling around in a mess of intertwining limbs, scattering clothes and muffled groans through his living room toward his bedroom door.

He tosses me on his bed and crawls in top of me, stripping me of my underwear in the process. Once I'm fully naked, he stops, straddling my waist, looking down at me with the most beautiful expression on his face. It seems like he's memorizing every infinitesimal detail of my body.

"God you're beautiful. Perfect."

I blush and pull him on top of me, trailing my tongue along his perfectly sculpted chest as my hands roam down his back, cupping his ass in my hands, pulling him closer. The way his hard cock presses into my abdomen combined with the stifled groan that escapes him makes me want to come right then and there.

"Bones. Temperance. Wait."

Why the fuck is he stopping?

"What's wrong Booth?" I whisper, trying not to sound as out of breath as I am.

"Are you sure about this? I mean. There's no taking back after this, you know that."

I've gotten this far, there's no way you're not going through with this, mister!

"I know. I want this. I want you."

I wicked smile spreads across his face and he pins my hands above my head, tracing his tongue torturously slowly down my neck. I whimper as he reaches my right nipple, drawing a wet circle around it before sucking on it gently. I moan and sigh under his mouth as he bites on my nipple cautiously, then soothes it with his supple lips and tongue. He takes turns sucking, biting, and licking on both my nipples until I squirm under his touch out of shear pleasure and desire. "Booth. Please."

His other hand trails down my body, the other still keeping my hands bound. When he reaches my wet folds, my legs automatically spread wider to allow him better access. He circles his thumb around my throbbing clit as his lips keep working my painfully hard nipples. "Ohh. Booth. Yes. Right. There. YESS." He pushes two fingers into my dripping core and I'm surprised my mind still works at this point. I dig my fingers into his shoulders and whimper each time his fingers thrust into me.

"Booth. Need you. Inside me. NOW."

He shifts himself between my legs, and I whine as his fingers leave my aching pussy. I squirm under him, willing him to stop the torture. "Booth. Stop teasing or I swear, you're a dead man." He chuckles softly as he places the tip of his rock-hard dick at my soaked lips, gliding into me inch by agonizing inch. Fuck, he knows how to torture a woman. A cry escapes my swollen lips when he finally fills me fully. He pulls almost completely out before driving his cock back inside me, setting up a growing pace. "FUCK. Ohh. Booth. So. Good. Oh. Oh. Oh." His thrusts become hastier as he continues to pound into me, his hands gently tugging my hair in rhythm. My hands cup his ass once more, leaving tiny scarlet scratch marks along his buttocks. My hips buck off the bed, meeting him with every thrust, getting closer and closer to that blissful oblivion.

"Bones. So. Close."

"I – I know. Me. Too."

He groans into my neck, driving his cock into me harder, pushing me to the edge. When his tongue seeks out the spot right below my ear, I tumble right over the edge, screaming his name. My walls clench around his cock and he follows me, shuddering uncontrollably before a low growl leaves his mouth and he collapses on top of me, completely spent.

He rolls over, holding me against himself, pulling me with him so that I lay sprawled across his body, my head resting comfortably in the hollow of his neck. I lay there in silence, reveling in the afterglow, savoring the feeling of him, firm and warm, underneath me. He runs his feather-light fingers lazily up and down my back until both of our breaths even out and we slowly drift into a mellow state of slumber.