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Was he out of his ever-loving mind? How did she do things like this to him? Lord knows, he must need his head examined again. The litany of self-flagellating comments just kept piling up in his mind. What kind of humiliating, wise ass comment was she likely to make when she figured out just how hard his cock was? Or worse, what kind of humiliating, wise ass comment would she make if he wilted when it was show time?

As he parked his truck outside his apartment, Booth noticed Bones rubbing her hands back and forth on her jeans, almost like she was the nervous one, which he found rather amusing under the circumstances since he was the one trying not to suffer the indignity of a panic attack right then.

"You okay there Bones?"

She looked up at the windows of his apartment above the liquor store and let out the breath she'd been holding in a puff of air that caused the hair on her forehead to gently lift up before falling back into place. "Maybe I should call Cam instead. She's already intimately familiar with your unclothed physique so you wouldn't need to worry about your prudish sensibilities being compromised."

Booth heard her words and while they sounded reasonable – well, relative to the bizarre circumstances he found himself in anyway - they lacked conviction. For some reason he couldn't quite explain, her sudden nervous reluctance made him feel a whole lot better. He still had no doubt he'd end up humiliating himself somehow before the night was through, but at least it meant maybe this wasn't going to just be all clinical to her either. "No, Bones. I know you and no matter how much you respect Cam, you won't ever truly believe she'd be as diligent as you. You'll be left worrying and wondering if she did a good enough job. Nope. The only way for you to get peace of mind is for you to check me out yourself." He couldn't believe that as adamantly opposed as he had been to the idea of her performing a thorough tick check on him not 20 minutes ago, he was now arguing for it.

Honestly? Now that he'd resigned himself to it, he was actually starting to look forward to it.

Sort of.

In a strangely, masochistic kind of way.

Brennan nodded and started to get out of the car. He was right. She knew he was. She'd never be satisfied if she had to rely on someone else's word that everything was all clear. Not to mention, the thought of Cam coming over to assist him with a personal matter that she, herself, was denied permission to help him with made her want to scratch her colleague's eyes out, even if that sentiment was totally irrational.

Booth unlocked his front door and held it open so Brennan could pass through ahead of him. After all, what kind of gentleman would he be if he didn't even hold the door open for the woman he was about to get naked with?

Brennan headed right towards the kitchen. "I'm going to grab a glass of water first. Would you like one too?"

"Sure, Bones." He slipped off his sneakers by the front door and followed her bare-footed into the kitchen.

Brennan grabbed two glasses from the cupboard, added a couple ice cubes to each, and filled them with water before sliding one towards Booth and downing half her glass at one time. Her movements were efficient and smooth and there was nothing in her mannerisms to indicate her inner turmoil right at that moment. She was feeling a little guilty for taking advantage of Booth. Sure, she argued with herself, it's true that he really did need someone else to assist him. That was only rational and she was the most logical choice under the circumstances. But she was deliberately planning to shamelessly take advantage of this opportunity to get as close to him as possible with as little clothing as she could convince him to wear largely just to feed her prurient fantasies about him and she expected she should feel even guiltier than she did.

But the guilty feeling was really just a tiny niggle right then. She was mostly overwhelmed by feelings of eager anticipation, arousal, and downright curiosity about his body. Brennan had had her share of fantasies about Booth's cock – how it would feel in her hands, her mouth, between her legs, but just as many of her fantasies about him revolved around simply touching his skin, with her fingers or her lips. Feeling the heat from his flesh as she traced his muscles, exploring the contours of his shoulders, back, stomach, and hands (she loved his hands) with just a light sensual touch. She'd like to experiment with whether she could bring him to orgasm without ever touching his nether regions simply by stimulating his other erogenous zones. Now, under the guise of making sure he was safe from the creepy crawlies, she was going to get to live out at least a portion of those dreams.

Booth raised his glass to his lips to drink and Brennan watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed. Not for the first time, she had a desire to lick him, right there. As a starting point. Like a Boothy lollipop. Her eyes dropped to his waistband. How many licks does it take to get to the center . . ? the old Tootsie Pop commercial jingle popped into her mind and she figured it was time to get things moving forward before she completely forgot her purpose here and simply attacked him.

"The lighting is probably best in your bathroom, don't you agree?"

"Yeah, sure. After you," Booth bowed with a sweep of his arm, indicating she should lead the way. He would've sworn he saw heated desire flash in her eyes a moment earlier but, acknowledged, he could just be projecting his own thoughts and wants.

"I'll start with your head." Looking quickly around the room, Brennan gestured towards the toilet. "Probably best if you take a seat so I'm taller than you."

Booth's toilet was tucked in between his vanity counter and the corner, with the free-standing bathtub against the opposite side of the room so as he sat, he was facing the tub and the only space for Brennan to stand was directly in front of him. In order to reach his head, she needed to stand such that she was straddling his thighs and as she stepped forward to do so, the hard soles of her boots brushed a little too close for comfort to Booth's bare toes.

"Jesus, Bones. Watch where you're stepping?" he snapped as he shifted his feet out of the way, spreading his legs slightly.

"Oh. Sorry about that." Brennan stepped back and sat on the edge of his tub, tugging the zippers down one at a time on her boots and pulling them off her feet so she wouldn't hurt him if she accidentally stepped on his toes in the cramped corner. She knew how tender and sensitive his feet could be.

Booth just swallowed. Hard. Watching Bones take off her boots was incredibly sexy and not something he would've expected to turn him on quite as much as it did. Now, if she'd only do the same thing with those snug fitting jeans she had on, he'd probably go crazy. Damn. Why couldn't they have found some ticks on her too?

Brennan approached him again, sliding her right leg between his thighs, her left leg to the outside, and gently grabbed his head in both her hands, pulling it towards her and tilting it down as she started her exam. With her torso pressed that closely up against him, the only place Booth could rest his hands that didn't feel awkward to him was to place them on her hips, which he did, holding his breath until he was certain she wasn't going to object.

She didn't.

With methodical precision, she began running her fingers through his hair, feeling his scalp for any irregularities while she studied the skin she could see revealed as she brushed his short hair this way or that. "Did you know ticks will instinctually climb up their hosts bodies looking for a place to bite? They have an affinity for the head, scalp, and ear areas because the skin or hide of many animals is actually thinner on the head." There was a husky, breathiness to her voice that wasn't usually there and once again Booth felt himself going from half-mast to something significantly fuller as it washed over him. Jeez, imagine what it would be like if she was talking to him about something sexier than freaking bugs. All he could manage was a grunt in response to her comment.

Brennan took her time (there was no way she was going to rush this opportunity) and tried her best to ignore the fact that she had more or less pressed his face into her bosom and that her nipples had gleefully perked up into rigid little nubs, begging for their own examination. Preferably oral.

She told herself that when Booth wriggled his head a time or two during her inspection, he wasn't really nuzzling her breasts despite how it felt. He was probably just trying to breathe easier, which is the same rationale she used when she heard him slowly and quietly inhale a breath through his nose a moment later. He'd never shown any interest in her scent before, so why would he suddenly be taking a deep breath through his nose other than simply for air?

She leaned forward over him a little more, stretching up on her tippy toes so she could see the hairline closer to the nape of his neck and for a brief moment, was almost certain she'd fell him press his lips to her abdominal muscles, through her shirt. Wishful thinking, no doubt.

Brennan eased back down onto her feet. "Your hair looks clean. I don't see any ticks that have embedded themselves there."

"Thanks."

"Lean forward." She put her hand on his shoulder and guided him down until he was tucked up into a ball similar to an airplane crash position. This allowed her to see the back of his neck easier and let her check behind his ears. "Here's one," she stated pushing the lobe of his left ear forward slightly to grab a tick that was in the crease at the back of his ear and drop it into the small jar that housed their growing collection.

When she was satisfied she hadn't missed anything on his head and couldn't justify lingering over him anymore, she stepped back and while neither partner was ready to admit it, they both felt the loss of her proximity to his body.

Brennan cleared her throat and waved her hand in front of her in a rolling type motion. "You can stand now. It's, uh, it's time for you to take your shirt off. So I can check your chest. And your back. Mostly your back, because you can't see that yourself. And that's why I'm here. To help, you know, with the areas you can't see yourself." She was babbling and forced herself to simply stop talking.

It was just Booth.

But, oh Lordy, it was a semi-naked Booth. Or soon would be.

Booth grabbed the hem of his t-shirt at this waist and with both arms, pulled his shirt up and over his head, dropping it without ceremony on the floor at their feet. Then, he quickly turned away from her and leaned his arms against the bathroom counter so she had full access to his back.

Brennan was mesmerized and momentarily couldn't decide where to start as she feasted her eyes on his musculature before finally settling on continuing where her neck exam from before he removed his shirt had ended. She reached up and placed the cool palm of her hand against his neck feeling like she needed to say something to redeem her intelligence after prattling on a moment ago. "I have a PhD in kinesiology, you know."

Booth chuckled. "Yeah, Bones. I know." She's a fucking genius.

"I'm exceptionally well versed with respect to human anatomy. You're built with a pleasing symmetry and I find you well proportioned, Booth. The breadth of your acromia and the way your back tapers down to your iliac crest is very agreeable to admire." Her hand followed her words, sliding down his back in a caress that ended just above his sweatpants. Wilting was not going to be a problem, he thought.

"You saying you think I'm hot there, Bones?" His tone was cocky and teasing as he cast a glance at her over his shoulder, though it was largely bravado at the moment.

Brennan frowned. "I was speaking from an objective, scientific perspective."

"Riiight. Got it."

Her brows furrowed even deeper. "What's that mean?"

Booth turned back away from her. "Nothing, Bones. Please, continue your exam."

Brennan, certain she'd somehow inadvertently given up ground to him in their constant unspoken battle, focused back on the task at hand. Booth could feel her breath on his skin as she leaned in close and touched every single freckle on his exposed skin as she let her hands and eyes explore the expanse of muscle laid bare before her.

"Found another." He felt her fingers against the skin near his right external oblique, just a few inches above his hip, as she pressed against him with the tweezers and pulled another of the brown bastards off his skin. "You would've had difficulty extracting that one on your own." Smug vindication that her presence was beneficial rang clearly in her tone.

At some point during her perusal, he looked up and caught sight of her reflected back at him in the bathroom mirror that hung over the vanity. She was behind Booth and wasn't thinking about the mirror, making no effort to hide the illicit thoughts in her mind that were revealed on her face. Booth's breath caught silently at the unmasked sight of raw desire he saw expressed on her face and he was transfixed as his heart started to beat more rapidly with the recognition of the potential for possibilities. Maybe . . ?

When she finished his back, he quickly looked back down so she wouldn't suspect he'd seen her. She made him lift his left arm so she could check his underarm area before examining the full length of his arm down to his fingertips, then repeated the procedure with his right arm. Booth went along with her commands docilely while he debated whether he should act on his newfound knowledge that, at some level, she was pretty turned on right now. His only hesitation was wondering if it was 'just now' that had her aroused or whether, if he acted, there'd be 'tomorrow and the next day and the next day after that.'

"Okay. Turn around so I can check your chest," she ordered.

"Um, Bones . . ."

"What?"

"I need just a couple minutes first." Booth was still commando beneath his sweats from his earlier roadside striptease and the sweats didn't do much of anything to restrain his erection. The tent in the front of his pants was damn prominent at the moment and there was no way she was going to miss it once he wasn't hidden by his vanity counter.

"Why? . . . . . . Ooooh." He could've predicted the smug little smirk he saw in the mirror that lit up her face a minute later when she understood his reservation. "You have an erection."

Booth groaned. "Yes, Bones."

"Can I assume it's because I've been touching you?"

Booth shot her an incredulous look. "Well, yeah."

"Then if we wait for it to subside and I start touching you again once you turn around, won't it just come right back?"

Booth closed his eyes and sighed. He was going to lose this one. Again. "Probably."

"Your ears and neck are bright red, Booth. Would you be less embarrassed if I admitted that I'm also finding this experience quite arousing and that my panties are damp?"

"Bones!" he barely choked out the word past his shock. Holy. Fucking. Shit. Any softening that might have occurred in the last couple minutes was gone in an instant. Jesus. Had he ever been this hard?

"Then are you concerned I'll be unimpressed with your size? Because I have seen you naked briefly once before if you'll remember, and I don't think you have anything to worry about on that front, although you were flaccid at the time. My recollection is that you were pleasantly endowed and my memory is generally excellent."

"Jesus, Bones." Dear God, how did he make her stop? "No. No one's ever complained about my size before and I'm not worried about that."

"That's good, because size isn't everything to a woman, you know. Personally, I'd much rather have a skillful lover who knows how to use his penis to maximum effect to draw out my orgasm than simply a lover with a large penis that thinks it's a battering ram."

"Christ, Bones. You're not helping matters here but I give up." Booth pushed away from the counter and turned around.

For just the briefest of moments, Brennan thought about trying to take the high road and keep her eyes on Booth's and above his waistline to make him feel better but, hell, she'd already acknowledged she was going to shamelessly take advantage of this situation, so why stop now? Her eyes dropped. The bulge in the front of his sweatpants was very tantalizing. "I don't think you have anything to worry about, Booth."

That voice of hers was pure sin and the look in her eyes wasn't much better. Booth gripped the counter top behind him, hard, to keep from wrapping his hands around her, not entirely certain whether he'd be more likely to go for her throat, and strangle her, or go for her ass, and pull her crotch onto his rigid dick. "Bones." His voice was practically a growl. "If you don't stop looking at me like that, you're going to get a much more personal introduction to my cock than I think you were bargaining on tonight."

Brennan's eyes flew up to his in surprise. "But you're aroused by the situation, not me."

Booth snorted. "Whatever gave you that crazy idea?"

"You did." Her eyes searched his now. "You said we could never be together. You said there was a line we couldn't cross. You've never indicated you wanted it otherwise."

Booth still didn't trust himself to touch her right then, but there was no doubting the sincerity in his voice when he responded. "Bones, I think I'd probably already crossed that line with you before I ever even uttered those words the first time. I'm crazy about you and no imaginary line is going to change that, but I'm not interested in a one night stand with you."

Brennan read the truth in his eyes. He found her desirable. He was crazy about her. He wanted more than just one night – he wanted a relationship . . . with her. His way. Long term and monogamous. The idea terrified her, but it also thrilled her. If her defenses hadn't been lowered by the quasi-foreplay they'd been engaging in since arriving at his apartment, she might have even tried to resist him. But not now.

She stepped forward, leaving just a shadow of space between them, and placed her opened palms gently on his chest, right above his nipples. "Okay."

She could see Booth's chest start to rise and fall a little quicker with his breathing and she felt the air from his breaths brush across her skin as she deliberately placed her first kiss right over his heart. "Bones," he growled as one hand let go of the vanity behind him and cupped the back of her head, tangling in her hair and tugging to turn her face up towards his so he could claim her lips in a fierce kiss. Booth's tongue teased her lips, begging for entrance to her mouth, which she happily granted as she slid one hand up over his shoulder to cup the back of his neck and let her other hand trail down a couple inches so she could flick her nails across his turgid nipple.

By the time they pulled apart for air, both partners were panting heavily. Brennan leaned her forehead on Booth's chest and closed her eyes as she sucked in a lung full of air. "I lied earlier," she confessed. "My panties weren't just damp, they were soaked. And now, I bet my jeans are too."

Booth threw his head back and laughed out loud as he allowed both his hands to return to her waist, pulling her flush against his body as he leaned back against the counter and letting her feel the hard ridge of his erection against her belly. He leaned forward and nipped her ear before whispering softly into it "if you're worried about your jeans, you can always take them off."

With that, the rest of the dam broke and there was no more holding back, for either of them, as they captured each other's mouths in another tongue twisting carnal exploration. Their lips were sealed tightly together as he stroked his tongue into her mouth and wrapped it possessively around hers. If he retreated, she followed him and explored his mouth until he took control again thrusting them both back into the cavern of her mouth.

All thoughts of ticks were gone and Brennan's hands were wandering all over Booth's chest – his pectorals, his deltoids, his abdominals, even teasing his umbilicus - simply for the pleasure of feeling him beneath her hands. Brennan's blouse buttoned up the front, but Booth was too impatient for buttons and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, pulling upwards until she lifted her arms and let him pull it from her body, tossing it on the floor with his earlier discarded shirt.

She hadn't dressed for seduction that morning so the bra she wore was more practical than decorative, a simple pale blue demi cup that lifted her breasts, emphasizing her cleavage, but with little to no ornamentation. The half-cups of the garment just barely covered her nipples and she didn't fully appreciate how much the simple design appealed to Booth's senses. The lack of embellishments or furbelows on her garment meant that his focus when he looked down at her was fully engaged by the creamy expanse of skin forming the two shapely mounds which appeared to be being offered up for his enjoyment.

He captured her eyes and watched the crystal blue orbs darken with desire as he ran one finger down her sternum, between her breasts before following the edge of her demi-cups up over the swell of one mound, then back and over the other. Then he dipped his finger under the lip of the material and grazed the swollen bud of one teat causing her to suck in her breath, sharply.

"Like that?"

"More, Booth."

His lips covered hers again as he slid his arms around her back and found the clasp to her bra, releasing it. His fingers slid up to her shoulders so he could gently slip them under her straps and ease the garment off her shoulders, down her arms, and drop it next to her shirt. A shiver of pure delight tingled up his spine as he finally felt her bare skin pressed to his, her pebbled nipples contrasting with every other part of her that touched him which was soft.

She wanted more, so he brought his arms forward and cupped the full heaviness of each orb in his hands, his fingertips alternating between stroking and teasing, or pinching and plucking. The sound of her moan deep in her throat made his cock twitch in anticipation. Booth broke their kiss again, but didn't go far. He trailed his lips along her jawline to her neck. Brennan let her head fall backwards in a submissive move, baring her throat to his exploration. Booth didn't ignore the invitation. He left a wet trail as he licked, kissed, and sucked his way down her neck from her jaw to her collarbone. Her fingers were back in his hair, holding his head to her, but not stealing his control.

"Yes, Booth. More."

With her encouragement, he moved lower, leaving a blazing trail of kisses between her breasts as he teased her, kissing one, then the other, but ignoring the rosy aureoles that crested each until he heard a mewling sound at the back of her throat and felt her fingers tighten almost painfully in his hair. He lifted one of her cupped breasts to his lips and lapped lazily at the firm nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth. His name left her lips in a breathy cry and her hands slid down to his shoulders where she could grip him even firmer, leaving crescent shaped nail marks pressed into his skin. He tongued the rigid nub and suckled hard. Then he soothed it with gentle caresses from his lips and teased it with an extremely light nibble with his teeth.

Whereas she had been standing in the "V" of his thighs, she threw one leg over his so she was again straddling his legs. This allowed her to thrust her pelvis against him, creating a delicious friction against her weeping core which had been feeling neglected. Booth moved his attention to her other breast and repeated the same sucking routine as she rode up against his thigh, feeling his strong leg muscles parting her most intimate folds. "I'm gonna come if you do that again," Brennan warned him.

Booth did it again and felt her whole body tremor as she squeezed his thigh tightly between hers and a mini-orgasm rocked through her.

He loved watching the ecstasy wash across her face as her orgasm pulsed through her body.

He loved how responsive she was to his touch.

He loved the sound of his name falling from her lips when she came.

Booth held her hips stationary, in place, as she caught her breath and relaxed against him as the last remaining shudders rippled through her. He cupped her face in one palm and turned her to look at him as he placed a soft, chaste kiss on her lips. "Damn, Bones. That was beautiful."

She snorted. "Now I know my jeans are soaked."

He smiled mischievously and wagged his brows. "You know my solution to that."

"Yes," and for the first time that night, she placed the palm of her hand directly over Booth's cock, gripping him gently through his sweatpants. "And as soon as they come off, I want you inside me, Booth. We can play and explore and experiment later – tonight, tomorrow, next week - but right now, I need to feel this . . . " she squeezed him, ". . . buried as deep as you can go."

Booth swallowed, turned on almost as much by her clear reference that this wasn't a one-time thing as he was by the feel of her petite fingers sliding up and down his shaft with just a thin layer of cotton separating them. She squeezed and he decided the hand definitely won over the reference, but he liked both. "Bedroom. Now."

"Yes."

His hands swept down her backside and cupping her behind, he yanked her off her feet, angling her body until her pelvis was nestled right over his and her legs were wrapped around his waist. In this manner, he carried her into his bedroom and lowered her to his bed.

The time for foreplay was done. As she said, they could touch and taste and explore each other later, for years to come if he had his say in things. But he'd been struggling to control his erection for hours now and he was ready to sink himself into her for that first time ever.

After laying her down, he stood and stripped off his sweats, feeling ten feet tall at the appreciative look she bestowed on him once he was exposed. Yeah, she was pleased and he definitely wasn't going to have to worry about wilting. He reached for the snap on her jeans and then tugged on her zipper once he'd popped it open. She let him remove her pants and her panties, simply lifting her body as necessary to make it easier on him.

"Damn, Bones," he marveled. "I've always known you were gorgeous, but seeing you here, sprawled out in my bed . . . I don't think I've ever seen a more perfect sight."

Brennan raised her arms. "C'mere, Booth."

He crawled onto the bed above her, her legs falling open to make room for him to settle in between them. He wasn't planning to tease her more, but had to slide his fingers into her folds and check to make sure she was ready for him. Even though he knew she'd had an orgasm already and she'd made several references to her wet panties, he always tested his partners before intercourse. Of course, once he touched the slick folds and could feel exactly how ready she was, he was tempted to linger. He wanted to slide his fingers through her dew. He wanted to feel the tight heat of her channel as she clamped down on his fingers. He wanted to tease her clit with his thumb and especially with his mouth.

But she growled at him impatiently. "Booooooth." The sound was incredibly sexy. "Now. I want you inside me, now."

Sometimes, he really liked demanding-Bones.

He shifted and aligned the head of his cock with her entrance, but before going any further, he pinned her arms to the mattress beside her head, his fingers entwined with hers, and looked right into her eyes. He wanted to watch her expression as he slid into her this first time. "Stay with me, Bones."

Her eyes returned his gaze and as he slowly sank his length deep into her sheath, he saw her nostrils flare and her eyes glaze over as a look of bliss fluttered across her face. But she didn't look away and she didn't close her eyes and when he was buried to the hilt as deep as he could go, she simply whispered his name. It was perfect.

Brennan's legs came up on either side of his hips, widening her hips a little more and letting him settle yet a little deeper still as her heels came to rest on his flesh. She was surrounded by Booth. Filled by him. And the walls of her pussy rippled and stretched to accommodate him fully, embracing him deep in her womb.

Booth began to thrust, back and forth, in and out, keeping the rhythm slow and easy until she bucked against him, once again, demanding more. His demanding-Bones. He released her hands, bending his elbows, and leaned down to kiss her, surprised at how quick she was to meet him even though the kiss she bestowed on him was sensually tender, full of care, and not just carnal.

Her arms wrapped around his back, pulling him closer and her nails left little trails of fire on his skin as she stroked him up and down. He picked up his pace and began to fuck her harder, his motions getting quicker until with each thrust, he felt his balls slapping against her ass. She met him stroke for stroke as his cock slid home, again and again, filling her body and soul in a manner she'd never fully experienced before.

The sexual tension between them built and swelled until Brennan was poised on the brink of an orgasm once again, this one threatening to be so much more mind shattering than the earlier one. Booth was close too, but needed her to go first, needed to feel her release before he could completely let go and enjoy his.

"Bones." All he said was her name, but it conveyed all that he needed it to and she let go, her pussy clenching him hard as she cried out his name and came harder than she could ever recall occurring before.

"Booones." Again, just her name, but she knew he was coming too as his cock rippled inside her. Her still pulsating walls gripped him and milked him of his essence as she clung tight to him, never wanting the moment to fully end.

When it was over and he could move again, he rolled to his side, pulling her with him. She rested her head on his shoulder with one arm thrown across his chest and one leg tangled in between his. Booth reached for the blankets to cover them both and wrap them in their own little cocoon.

"We didn't finish your tick check, you know."

"Mmmm. That's okay. You can start over in the morning."

Brennan looked up at his contented face and saw the soft smile on his lips. "Tomorrow morning? I'm certain your refractory period is much quicker than that Booth and it's still early. I'm not planning to share our bed with anyone, even a tick for one night, so don't get too comfortable." She settled back down, placing a quick kiss on his shoulder.

Our bed. Booth liked the sound of that rolling off her tongue and was looking forward to showing her just how short his refractory period actually was.

For the first time, he thought that maybe getting a tick or two or a dozen might not be all that bad after all.

A/N: Whew! I hope you're all hot and bothered now. A little longer than I planned, but I guess I got carried away. Comments?

I was planning for this to be the end of this, but have had a few other scenarios pop in my head of how a day in the field could lead to a shared intimacy (i.e. – rigorous sex) and so I'm debating renaming this story "Field Trips" and making it into a series of shorts where my Naughty-Muse can be let out to play. Did you enjoy this enough to merit that? Should I go on? Prompts would be more than welcome.