So—this one comes from my being sure that as romantic and respectful of Brennan's intellect and talents as Booth is, he's still just a guy inside his own head. Accordingly, I present you an internal monologue, Booth's POV this time, when our favorite crimefighting duo finally get it on. Crass language ensues. Hot, smutty sex, too. Enjoy.


What? You want me to spit in my hand? We're Scully and Mulder.
I don't know what that means.

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This new deal, this new partnership thing? The one that replaced our old one? It happened by accident, I swear. Really, it was an accident. I accidentally ogled her breasts too long, and she caught me looking at her when she looked up from examining her remains. She stared at me a moment, smirked, then bent back to work. I made sure to look only at the cold dead body, not the hot live one, for the rest of the day. But I could swear, though, later that day, that she checked out my ass when I bent over to get something from the truck. When I looked back at her, though, she just smirked again, then turned back to tell something to Geier.

So I didn't bother to hide the way I like to watch her walk in front of me, and get this—she looked over her shoulder, winked, and swayed that ass of hers even harder.

I knew it was asking for trouble, but I escalated it the next day, when I brushed the side of her breast as I helped her on with her coat. She got me back in the elevator at the Hoover, patting my ass as she squeezed past me to get off at our floor. I didn't bother to hide it when I hung back just to watch those hips sway away. She looked over her shoulder, and winked again. Then licked her lips. Fuck me, Bones. I mean, please, fuck me, Bones.

I outright cupped her ass in my hand pulling her up out of a pit where she'd been doing a recovery. She squeezed both cheeks of my ass in the elevator at work again.

She breathed in my ear as she bent over my shoulder to sign a report, her breasts brushing my shoulder, burning me through the fabric. God, she's so fucking hot.

I ran my finger up her bare skin and under her shirt in the crowded elevator at the Hoover, but she got me back right away, allowing the crowd to push her right back into my hips as she ground into me. I had to stop in the bathroom for five minutes to think about dead bodies before our appointment with Sweets.

She stopped at my house to drop off some files when I knew she had an appointment to go to, so I answered the door in a towel. She just winked, licked her lips and turned, swaying that magnificent ass of hers off on those high heeled boots and a pair of painted-on jeans.

When I stopped over to drop off some files on the way to picking up Parker for Mass, she answered the door in the shortest red silk robe I've seen in my life, those long white legs of hers disappearing so temptingly that I had to skip communion that day. Those legs, so fucking long and pure white, holy Christ. Even he would have needed confession.

She brushed my cock through my pants the next time I lent her a hand up out of a ditch at a recovery, and before I could brush her breast with my hand. Minx. I stuck my tongue in her ear when I let her into the truck.

She performed fellatio on French fries. I licked the rest of my chocolate milkshake off my top lip. She ate a bite of my pie with such apparent delight, rolling the fruit against the side of her cheek, that I had to go to the bathroom for seven minutes and think about dead bodies some more.

I pretended to trip and landed, hands on her breasts, on top of her on her couch in her office. She got me back, tripping on her way out from under me, somehow landing on top of me, stroking me through my pants several times. I was rock hard for hours as I sat doing goddamned paperwork in her office, and she just smirked at me every time she looked over, while I pulled more files over my lap as squints kept insisting on coming in to get her to sign stuff.

I tweaked her nipples the next time I helped her on with her coat. She ate a banana the next morning at the diner like I've never seen done before. What I would give to be that banana.

The next scene we had involved a body up on a construction platform. I gave her a boost up to look before the rest of the team got there, and shoved my hand between her legs as I held her up, rubbing my hand against the inside seam of those incredibly tight jeans she wears. As she slid down, she licked the side of my neck, then rubbed her thumb over the head of my dick from where it was saluting her through my pants, before she patted me once and sashayed those curves of hers off to the van as they arrived. Fortunately, there was a dead body right within view to concentrate on.

We had lunch with Caroline Julian at some fancy new French place with tablecloths to celebrate winning a case with her, and it was great, though it got even better when I felt her hot little foot make its way up the inside of my leg and right into my crotch. How I managed to keep a straight face and carry on a normal conversation I'll never know, but she stopped right before I came in my pants. And kept this innocent look on her face the whole time as she licked the salad dressing off her fork. What I wouldn't give to be that fork.

Every time we were in the truck, she grabbed my cock through my pants, and I jammed my hand between her pants-clad legs, rubbing her as she stroked me. I outright cupped her perfect breasts in my palms bending around her to pick up a file she'd "dropped."

Somehow, for almost a month, we never got caught. Four years everyone watches us, thinking we're sleeping together, and now that we're fooling around like horny teenagers, nobody notices.

I had to switch from boxers to briefs to try to keep things under some kind of control. I was so hard all the time that anyone else besides Bones that I dealt with would think I was a sex-starved perv. Well, I was, but I was only sex-starved for Bones. I mean, working with her was hard enough before she caught me ogling her, but hard took on a whole new world of meaning now that the physical dimension of things had become a constant. I mean, I'd spent most of my time the last few years at half-staff around her anyway, but at least I wasn't constantly tenting my pants like this month. Hell, I got hard just watching her breathe. Temperance may be her first name, but she should really change it to Temptation. I was never a saint to begin with, but even if I was, I'd probably still be sprung most of the time. This is Bones, after all. She's killing me slowly, one hot pair of jeans and one low cut sweater at a time.

Finally, it all came to a head. Or I lost my head. Or the blood rushed to my head—my lower one. We'd just gotten a confession out of a perp, and she'd been completely appropriate the whole time. It was too bad, too. I'd worn loafers just in case I got a chance to get her back under the table for that lunch with Caroline, and I hate wearing loafers. But no such luck, unfortunately.

The backup guys took our perp back down to holding, and I got up to close up the observation room and turn off the cameras. When I came back, though, she was bending over to pull her bag out from under the table, and her almighty God, I'm not making this up, gorgeous red lace thong strap rode up over the firm white skin of her hip as her shirt rode up. A man can only take so much. That ass, that waist, those hips, that skin. Temperance, thy name is Temptation.

I shut the door quickly and locked it, then stepped behind her and pulled her hard into my hips. She grabbed the edge of the table as she looked back over her shoulder at me, then ground herself further into me. That did it. I had her flipped around and up against the soundproof padding on the wall in an instant, my leg between hers, lifting her feet off the floor so she was straddling me. I grabbed her face and kissed her, groaning at the taste of her mouth, the hot wet velvet of her tongue as she kissed me back and grabbed my hair to hold me in place. As if I was going anywhere.

She mewled-- fucking mewled, the most goddamned sexy sound I've ever heard in my life—when I hitched my leg higher, and her hands came down, one grabbing the ass and the other stroking my cock through my pants. I let go of her face long enough to grab one of her breasts. She gripped and stroked me. I kneaded and pinched her until she was grinding so hard into my leg I could feel how hot and wet she was through both of our clothes. This whole time, I'd been kissing her, and we finally broke apart long enough to breathe before I grabbed her breasts with both hands and bit the side of her neck, using my weight to pin her to the wall. She bit me back, then started sucking my adam's apple as her hand on me started stroking me harder and faster. There was no way she was going to make me come in my pants without me making her, too.

I shifted one hand between her and my leg, grabbing her mound, and oh God, she'd soaked right through the fabric. I rubbed my fingers across the seam of her pants as hard and as fast as she was stroking me, all the while kneading and tweaking her breasts as we both sucked and bit at each other. We came at the same time, my head falling into her shoulder as I bit back the roar I really wanted to make, and she bit my shoulder, screaming into my jacket.

Holy fuck. I had to get her out of those clothes. I hadn't come like that the last ten times I'd had actual sex, and she made me come in my pants like a fifteen year old. Of course, at least I'd made her come, too, and by the way she was panting, her eyes glazed, I'd gotten her off pretty hard.

"You're fucking killing me here," I groaned in her ear.

She mumbled into my shoulder, "You seem pretty lively to me. Maybe we need to try again, see if I can manage it better the next time."

The next time? I sprung to attention immediately. You don't have to tell me or my dick twice. I let her down off my leg, but she grabbed me and pulled my head down for a kiss again. Holy Christ, that woman can kiss. Next thing I knew, I was grinding her into the wall and kissing her until she mewled again. Oh, yeah, I wanted to hear lots more of that, soon.

"They're gonna need the room," I said, when I came up for air again.

"Pity," she gasped, a horndog look in her eye. "Let's get out of here."

All this time, somehow, my shirt managed to stay in my pants, and she wasn't even that rumpled. We straightened ourselves out, and she looked back at me over her shoulder this time when she bent over to get her bag off the floor. Jesus Christ—even He couldn't have avoided that Temptation.

Somehow, we made it back to my office to drop off the file without anyone giving us the "You two just dry humped until you came in your pants, didn't you," look. Some investigators they are.

We were ready to go, side to side, backs to the wall in the elevator, my hand up under her shirt so I could snap that goddamned red thong strap of hers when—fuck—Sweets called out for us to hold the elevator.

"Oh, good, you're still here," he said, cluelessly. "I was going to ask you guys some follow up questions for my report."

Bones looked at me, then said, "Look, I'm sorry, but Booth's driving me to … my father's for the weekend, my… car's in the shop, so I'm afraid we don't really have time right now if we're going to beat traffic." Thank God Bones seems to have learned, finally, how to lie. Sweets bought it, hook, line, and sinker, and swallowed, looking scared. He was even more scared of Max than he was scared of me.

"Oh, sure," he said. "How about breakfast Monday at the diner?"

Well, I'd really hoped for a morning quickie with Bones, but I could just set the alarm early. She looked sideways at me, and was having the same thought, I could see. "Fine," we both said.

"Great," he said, smiling goofily as he stepped off before us. "I'll see you then, have a good weekend, guys."

Of course, there were like ten people in the lobby who wanted to talk to me on the way out. Most days, people run in the opposite direction when they see me coming (being a scary-ass sniper is good for one thing—people tend to delegate directly to your desk jockeys, rather than go through you first) but today, when I was actually, finally, going to get into Bones, they're all freaking Chatty Cathys. I only reinforced my scary-ass rep by practically biting their heads off to make things move faster. Don't these people see I have a partner to bang?

"What's your hurry?" she smirked, as we walked back to the car.

"I've got a death wish I want to get started on," I said, running my hands under the waist of her so fucking tight pants as we walked. She just switched her hips more. Goddamnit. I wasn't sure I was going to make it all the way home.

I practically ran off the road when she grabbed me again through my pants halfway back to my place.

"Holy fuck, Bones, give it a rest for five minutes, okay?" I groaned as she stroked me.

She patted me once, then said "I'm starting my watch."

I hit the gas, yes, I'm whipped and proud to say so, I mean, it's Bones, after all, and we made it out of the car and up the walk with thirty seconds to spare. Quickest unlock and relock of the door, before I slammed her into the door and grabbed her shirt, pulling it over her head. Oh, my God. A matching fucking red lace bra, over those incredible breasts of hers. Holy Christ.

She was pulling at my clothes and I swear I've never undressed a woman or me so fast in my life, though I really would have liked to have taken my time with that red lace underwear of hers. I'd take care of making love to her until she was a puddle of goo later—right now I just needed to be inside her. Four fucking years, and if I had to wait another five minutes I was definitely going to die.

I was all set to boost her up on the door when she got another idea. As soon as I'd got free of my pants and my briefs, she ducked around me, then slammed me back into the door—so fucking hard I saw stars, wow—and then I saw them all over again when she dropped to her knees, cupped my balls in her hand, and holy fuck, took me all the way into her mouth, even though for most women, that's a problem. This is Bones, though. She's pretty fucking exceptional.

I managed a "Jesus, you are trying to kill me," before she started sucking me hard while she—holy shit—kneaded my balls in a way that felt so goddamned good, and that thing she did with her thumb? Wow. Her other hot little hand had a grip on my shaft like a cock ring as she sucked me, her cheeks around me like wet satin. She backed off as she ran her tongue, hard, on the underside, scraping me lightly against her teeth as I slipped out of her. I clenched my fists against grabbing her head so she'd please, please, please just keep going. Not that she was done—she only backed off until my head was still inside her mouth, then wrapped her hand around the rest of me, sliding and stroking in perfect rhythm with her tongue, rubbing hard over the tip of my cock. Unfuckingbelievable. I probably groaned it out loud, because she chuckled around me.

She only sped up the pace, and I seriously wondered if my knees were going to give out when she let go suddenly and took me into her mouth all over again, all the way again. Holy Christ and sweet mother of God, she was so made for me. I probably said that out loud, too. It's all kind of hazy. Incredible, mind-blowing blow job hazy. Yeah.

If there was a goddess of perfect blow jobs, it was Bones, and she'd wrapped her hand around the base of my dick again as she braced her hand on the door and started sliding me in and out of her mouth, so fucking slow. So slow. I must've said something to that effect, because she chuckled with me in her mouth again, then obligingly picked up the pace. I really wanted to watch, but she was literally sucking me blind, and I was trying both to stay upright and not give in to the urge for an ungentlemanly face fuck. I mean, it was Bones, after all.

She ripped it right out of me, and I exploded so hard I couldn't hear myself shout whatever the hell was coming out of my mouth. She sucked me dry and then some, and it was like I was sixteen all over again, because she had me almost as hard as I'd been when we first came into the house in no time flat.

Somehow, I managed to pull to the side, even as part of me wanted her to just keep going until she actually killed me. I hauled her up by the arms, yeah, I know, not the most gentle, but if I didn't taste her soon, after having her smell on my hands all this time since the interrogation room, that was going to kill me too.

"Done already?" she asked, this sexy, taunting look on her face as she, holy sweet mother of God, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and then licked her lips. I practically exploded right there.

"Hardly," I managed, then tossed her over my shoulder long enough to make it to the counter. Yep. Perfect height for a snack, and of course, I'd wondered (okay, whacked off to, too) if it might not be. I really wanted to get her going on that mewling sound again, so I abandoned the usual Seeley Booth extra special finesse and pushed her down on the counter so I could kneel, pull her legs over my shoulders, and dive in. I was hungry—had been, almost four years now.

You know how the first time you taste something incredible, you can't help but moan over how good it is while it melts on your tongue, fills your nose, coats your cheeks, and makes your mouth water for more? Yeah—that—except a million times better. I thought I was hungry, before, but now that I knew what she tastes like, I was starving and dying of thirst. Lucky for me, she was already soaking wet. She bucked away from me, gasping, when I first sucked her folds in and moaned at how fucking delicious she was. She whimpered—yeah, I liked that noise, too—when I grabbed her waist and pulled her back into my face again, then looped my arms around her thighs, oh my God, those creamy white thighs, to hold her in place. I wanted that whimper again.

I dragged my tongue over her length, slit to clit, and she twitched. I did it again, and she twitched harder this time, gasping. Yeah, gasping's good, but I wanted that mewling thing. I circled her clit with my tongue a few times, then nibbled at her with my teeth as I licked her length again. I dragged my tongue across and around her entrance a few times, nudging her clit with my nose as her legs quivered around me. Yeah, quivering's good.

I licked her again, lapping and sucking at her until she was thrashing and bucking against me while I held her in place with my hands. When I delved my tongue into her, pushing her hard, she moaned, then did it again when I withdrew and returned. My cock twitched, achingly jealous of my tongue right at that moment. I drew it out for her, sucking and thrusting my tongue into her as slowly as she'd done with me. I nipped and lapped at her too, she was so goddamned delicious, her folds soft and wet, the smell and taste of her like nothing I've ever tasted before.

She was so tight when I thrust my tongue inside her at first, only slowly giving way as I continued, her wet satin walls waiting and holy fuck, tightening further around me as I tongue fucked her, her moans in time with my thrusts. The vibration of my own moans at how delicious she was made her twitch and whimper again, and it just made my already hard, aching, jealous cock get even harder. It wanted hot, dripping wet, so goddamned tight Bones, too.

I pulled her clit between my lips, nibbling and sucking at her. She mewled—yeah, baby—when I sucked her harder, then barely scraped that sensitive bud with my teeth. That was that goddamned sexy noise I wanted to hear, so I did it again, then added my tongue, curling inside her as I continued to knead that hot little button with my lips.

Now, she was mewling, and panting, her thighs clamped and shaking around me as I sucked at her. You know, I usually try to have better table manners, and not slurp or groan over my food, but she was making it impossible, she was so goddamned delicious. I sucked harder at her clit, the vibration of my groan as she mewled again making her buck into my face. I licked her length again before dipping my tongue inside, slurping her juices as she moaned "oh God, fuck, Seeley."

Hah. I wondered what it might take to get her to call me by my first name. Well, now that I knew, I could ensure a repeat. I pushed into her again, and listened to her pant, her hands slapping on the counter as I curled my tongue against her g-spot. She gasped, her walls tightening, so I did it again, and let go of one of her legs with one hand. She was getting close, I could tell, so I took a moment to breathe, dragging my fingers across her. She was so goddamned wet, for me, and I wanted to make her come as hard as she'd made me, so I got back to work.

I always debate—tongue on the outside, fingers on the inside, or vice versa? Both seem to work, but this time I indulged myself. I'd already tasted her, and I wanted to feel her, so I dragged my fingers through her gorgeous, soft, dripping-for-me folds, then entered her with one finger. She gasped, bucking and squirming as her walls yielded to me, as tight, satin and wet as her outside. God, she was killing me, and I wasn't even inside her the way I needed to be, yet. I withdrew and re-entered, two fingers this time. Right as I entered her, I took her clit into my mouth again, sucking hard as I pushed my fingers inside her. She jerked and then whimpered as I started to curl my fingers, then pumped into her slowly as I traced her engorged, throbbing clit with my tongue. I kept it up, slow, and sooner than I thought she would, she was begging for me. "Oh, God, Booth, please," she was moaning, as I kept going too slow for her to come, the friction of my fingers against her so fucking perfect tight core only building a tension in her that she couldn't release. Without me. Of course, I'd done my fair share of begging, I think, I'm not really sure, when she was sucking me off. Boy, was it worth it. I was going to make it worth it for her, too, if it killed me.

I let go of her clit long enough to say "You want to come, baby?" before sucking her into my mouth again, biting lightly at her sensitive nub as I pumped into her again, spreading her this time with my fingers, twisting them as I withdrew from her. "Please," she whined, and then mewled as I sucked her clit hard between my lips and started teasing her with my tongue, pushing hard as I increased the speed of my fingers. She was practically hyperventilating now, moaning between each labored breath, her begging "Seeley, please" giving me the Hardest Cock Known To Man. Ever. No question. I was going to explode again the way she was responding to me, and I was hardly going to let that happen again if I wasn't inside her.

She'd dripped up my hand as I let my fingers explore her, and she gasped when I withdrew from her, switching it up again. I wanted to taste her when she came, so I pinched her clit between my two fingers to hold it in place while I stroked my thumb over her hot little spot. She wailed, and then screamed when I plunged my tongue into her depths again, and started sucking and tonguing her depths in time with my thumb rubbing her clit. Her thighs clamped harder around me, and with one last push of my tongue against her inner ridges, and one last stroke of my thumb over her clit, she stiffened, and screamed, her walls rippling around my tongue as she flooded, her already incredible taste even better, richer under the force of her orgasm.

I didn't want to lose a drop of her juices, and I slurped at her, moaning all over again at her incredible taste as her legs fell limp over my shoulders. She whimpered, shuddering in response, so I thought hard about keeping going right here, and I licked at her some more while I tried to decide.

"Oh, God, Booth, please, I need you," she panted. Okay, decision made, don't have to ask me twice. Except—where the hell did I put those condoms I bought, just in case, when she grabbed my cock through my pants and licked the side of my neck at the same time? That was just over two weeks ago, right before that foot job in the restaurant. Maybe the bedroom? I was having a hard time thinking straight. God, that was so far away. Well, nothing for it. It was only thirty feet, tops. I could make it that far.

I pulled myself up, a Bones-eating grin on my face as I wiped off my chin. She was panting, eyes closed, laid out flat, flushed and sweating on top the counter. Jesus. And I thought she was hot before. I was going to spontaneously combust unless I got into her soon. I leant over and licked the sweat beading between her breasts, until I reached the base of her throat, and lapped up the few beads of sweat pooling there as she moaned again. Holy fuck, the woman was going to kill me. I was taking her with me, no matter what, though.

"C'mon, Bones," I urged, but she just cracked an eye at me and rasped, "I don't think I can move."

Excellent. Seeley Booth, alpha male to the rescue. I pulled her forward, pretty sure my knees weren't going to collapse at the sight of her perfect heaving breasts and taut nipples, and scooped her up. Thirty feet, maybe forty, to the bedroom? I barely managed to get her onto the bed—my bed, hah-- not because she was heavy, she was surprisingly light, but because her hot sweaty skin against mine made me even stiffer—more stiff than that first woody I ever got, when I was eleven. (Yeah, early bloomer. What can I say? I like girls.)

Bedside table? They should be there. Aww, yeah. Showtime, baby. She'd rolled over by then, and was looking at me in amusement as she braced herself up on one elbow.

"Prepared, much?"

"Well, you did grab my cock and lick my neck, you know," I retorted, charm smiling her. "I kinda thought I should be prepared, just in case."

She laughed. "Well, it's a good thing, because the ones I bought last week wouldn't fit you." Eyeing me as I dangled there, rock hard, still wrestling with the stupid box, which didn't want to open goddamnit, she shook her head, mock-ruefully. "I must admit I'm embarrassed. I thought I measured correctly after that time in your bathroom, but it seems I underestimated."

Hah. Yep. They always do. By this time, I'd gotten the damned cardboard to open, and gotten one out, and she leaned over and pulled it out of my hands. "Allow me," she said. "Smaller hands, more precise application," she smirked, as she pulled it out of my hand. God. She was going to kill me, and I had a fierce death wish right now. I pulled a few more out of the box, just in case, I mean, she did get me going again in about two minutes flat before, so maybe… but then she'd wrapped her little hand around me, saying "Come here" in this dead sexy voice.

Okay, easy enough. I usually do what Bones wants in the end, anyway. Call me whipped, I don't care—I mean, it's Bones, for Christ's sake. She pushed me back to sit on the bed, hitching her own knees up as she scooted closer to me. Oh, God, I could see her pink satin core, and she was still so goddamned wet, her clit practically throbbing. With a glint in her eye, she knelt forward, unrolling it onto me so goddamned slowly as her other hand started tickling my balls again. She smiled when she was finished, as if she was inspecting her work. "Satisfied?" I asked, only half joking.

"Not yet," she said, then pushed me back onto the bed and crawled over me. Unbelievable. I actually like women on top, it's so sexy when they throw their heads back and their breasts bounce when I pump into them until they scream out and come. She straddled me, her heat nestling all around my cock, and I pulled her down for a kiss, wrapping my hand around her neck and my fingers taking roost in the hair at the nape of her neck. She kisses like nobody else, aggressive and yet yielding—or maybe she was just like this with me, because she took turns like we do out of bed. I wasn't done kissing her, but my cock was straining against her as she straddled me, desperate by now to feel her around me. I pulled her forward, letting go of her mouth so I could tug her forward some more, then latched on to one of her creamy, incredible breasts as I spread her lips with my hand and surged up into her.

Jesus. Unfucking believable. I had to let go to shout "Sweet mother of God" when she took me all the way in to the hilt. She, meanwhile, let out this long, surprised "ooohhh" as I filled her, a look of shock on her face as her hot walls stretched around me, then took me in even further. Holy Christ. She was definitely made for me—I'm too long for most women, but I could bury myself in Bones.

I bucked out halfway, then back in, and she gasped "Oh, Jesus, Seeley" when I filled her again. I pushed her back, and taking the cue, she sat almost all the way up, kneeling close, bracing her arms on my stomach in front of her, her hot little hands splaying on me as she then sank all the way down over me, closing her eyes as this look of disbelief crossed her face. Yeah, baby. She felt so good all around me, but I needed more, so I grabbed hold of her knees. She opened her eyes, grinning wickedly, then pushed off and away, until I almost slipped out of her. Oh no she doesn't. No more teasing today—this last month practically killed me. I surged up after her, my hands grabbing her waist to bring her back onto me, our hips grinding together as she groaned when I filled her again. "Oh my God, Booth," she gasped, then pushed up and slid back down again, starting a rhythm.

I love watching, I admit it, I'm a voyeur—at least in my bedroom. I love seeing them slide up and down, their folds dripping as I fill them, their hips grinding into mine as I push up into them. But Bones? Well, she's always exceptional. I got harder, watching her take me in again, and turned my attention to the rest of her as she slid down and ground her hips into mine. So goddamned perfect. Her eyes were closed in concentration, her little hands pushing off of me as she slid up, the muscles of her thighs working as she lowered herself down. Her taut stomach, those incredible breasts swaying gently, more sweat beading between them as we each sped the rhythm. She had this sly smile on her face, the same one she sometimes wore when I knew she was teasing me on purpose, except a hundred times wider, and as sexy as that was, I wanted to see that look of shock on her face from when I first filled her again.

I grabbed her more firmly in my hands, admiring all over again the wide flare from her waist to those incredible hips, making room for that incredible ass of hers, then pulled her more forcefully onto me as I pumped harder up into her. She gasped, her eyes snapping open as I looked at her, a stunned look on her face. Yeah. That's what I wanted. Before she could recover, I did it again, pushing her up and away from me before pulling her down again, watching as my length slammed into her again, filling her so much I banged hard against the end of her walls. She grunted, this soft little noise, her eyes fluttering closed as her hands flexed on me, and I smiled. Bones likes it deep? I'll give her deep.

I took over, completely, holding on to her as I sped the rhythm and depth of my thrusts, and soon she was arching away from me, her back bowing and breasts straining upwards as I hammered into her. Every time I filled her to the hilt, she would make that soft little grunt again, so I sped it up faster. Soon, she was mewling, that damned sexy sound, and her hands were flexing on me, looking for something to hold on to. I was starting to breathe heavily, and not just because I was pistoning into her with everything in me. The sight of her, totally flushed, her head falling back-- I could tell I was close, and she was coming with me, no matter what. I pulled my knees up behind her so I could hold her in place, one hand on her stomach pushing her back into my legs, so I could reach between us, stroking to gather her wetness onto my fingers. As I filled her again, I pulled her clit between my fingers as I finished the stroke. "Ah, Seeley!" she yelled, her eyes snapping open, unseeing again. Goddamn, she was perfect.

I worked at her clit and her hands and legs started to tremble, her face full of shock and desire as I continued to pull on and pound at her. She clenched, once, and I pulled at her clit a little more firmly, then pulled her forward so her chest rested on top of mine. I grabbed her by the waist again, one hand still spanning her mound, and started rubbing her even more firmly as I lost control of the rhythm, jerking into her over and over. She screamed "Ah! Fuck! Seeley!" her walls so fucking tight, rippling and flooding around me as she yelled in my ear. I might go deaf, but what a way to go. I only managed a few more strokes, before the force of her walls milking me ripped another blinding explosion from me. "Jesus, fuck! Temperance!" I shouted, as an even stronger orgasm than the one she'd sucked out of me pulled me back into her.

She collapsed, her sweat coated body sealing to mine, her hot breasts heaving against my chest, both our hearts pounding. My own gasps were roaring in my ears, but she was whimpering in the crook of my neck as aftershocks spread through her, her walls clenching and unclenching around me.

"Did I manage to kill you this time?" she finally panted in my ear, her voice husky and low. She pulled up slightly to smile at me, and that satisfied smile on her face made me hard again. Amazing.

"Almost," I said, flipping her, tossing the old condom, and pulling out a new one.

"Are you satisfied yet?" I asked, looking at her over my shoulder as I wiped myself off with the sheet and unwrapped and rolled on a new one.

She was watching me, this lazy grin on her face, and said "Almost."

I loomed over her, then surprised her, grabbing her arms and pushing them over her head as I surged back into her.

"Ah! Booth!" she cried out when I filled her, my hands pinning hers to the bed as she ground her hips up into mine.

"I'll make you a deal, Bones," I rasped, as I pulled out and then filled her again. "You tell me when you're satisfied, and I'll let you know when you kill me."

She moaned out "deal," as I filled her again, her walls clenching lightly around me. So fucking perfect, she was.

I liked this new deal. Scully and Mulder can bite me—they never had Bones. Me, however? I plan on having Bones as much as humanly possible.