December 3rd: cindy_sue chose the word "emerald".

OOOOO

When Booth walked into the house, the first thing he noticed was that it was quiet. His house was never quiet.

"Bones?" He called out, wondering where she was.

"In the bedroom." She yelled back. Booth bounded up the stairs but was stopped dead in his tracks when he found his wife wearing the skimpiest emerald green lingerie he had seen in quite some time.

"The girls are staying at the Hodgins' this weekend." Her statement forced him to try and remember how to speak.

"All..." He gulped and tried again. "All weekend?" She simply nodded, pleased that he was so distracted. She moved forward like a lioness, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck and pressing her already enticing breasts against his chest.

"I thought we could stay in tonight." She recommended with a kiss. He would never get over how sexy that low, suggestive whisper of hers was. It was there the first night they kissed and now 12 years later, it was still his complete undoing. She began undressing him and before he knew it, he was sprawled out underneath her. "I want to take care of you tonight." She said, running her hands down his chest. "Tell me what you want." She requested, wanting to please him.

"You know what I want." He said, refusing to help her out. She smiled at his insubordination.

"Of course I do. But I want you to say it." She murmured as she rubbed her emerald satin panties over his abs. "I know you love it when we make love, slowly and passionately, and the whole world shatters around us but we stay connected." She kissed his sternum softly and he couldn't help but tenderly run his fingers through her soft curls. "You love it when I tease you, drive you wild before I finally let you have what you want. You've always liked the chase."

"I do." He agreed and she smirked against his stomach.

"Mm, and what about those nights when I've been very bad?" She pouted before biting his hip. "And the only punishment you can think of is to handcuff me to the bed and torture me until I've see the error of my ways." She wrapped her hand around him and milked him once, watching in delight as his eyes closed and his hips shot into the air.

"Also good." He groaned.

"But then again, I've been fantasizing all day about wrapping my lips around you, tonguing you, sucking you, tasting you…" She paused as she hovered above his erection to look up at him through her eyelashes. "You always come the hardest in my mouth, don't you?" She let her tongue flit out and circle his head once.

"Yes." Booth moaned as he fisted her hair in his hand.

"Say it." She smiled sweetly, never one to lose the opportunity to have control.

"Fuck, Bones." He groaned as she ran a finger along his inner thigh, teasing him for good measure.

"Fuck what, Booth?" She asked, playing obtuse.

"Me!" He called out in frustration. She smiled victoriously.

"It would be my pleasure."