Disclaimer: Don't own Bones.

Nightly post. Trying to earn the M rating. Review please, you know I love it :)

The Answer To Every Question


It was the soft ping the buttons made as they popped off her blouse and scattered on the hardwood floor that made him freeze. Wild-eyed and out of control, he looked down at his partner, her eyes and harsh breathing telling him she was as crazed as him.

Her beautiful breasts were spilling out of her skimpy bra, her skirt hiked up above her waist, underwear hastily yanked all the way down. His cock was rock-hard and ready at her entrance and he was desperate to sink himself into her softness. Every part of him already knew that she would feel like paradise. TightHotWetParadise.

The blood was pounding in his veins and it seemed to be chanting only one thing. Bones. Bones. Bones. Bones.

But he was frozen because he had to be sure … was this what she wanted, what she needed, what she could no longer deny anymore? He needed to know …

Her nails scraped across his back, her eyes locked unwaveringly on his, blue fire burning him and giving every answer he had ever needed.

Yes. Yes, yes, hell yes. Now and tomorrow and every damn day after. Oh Fuck … Yes.