Outside Booth's Apartment

Brennan paced back and forth in front of Booth's door.

"This is ridiculous." She ground her teeth. "Just go in there and prove Angela wrong. No big deal." Gathering her courage, she pounded on the door.

There was no answer.

She did it again, this time shouting "Booth!"

The door was roughly yanked open and a half naked Booth stood in the gap. Brennan gulped and her eyes traveled down the length of this chest. Water droplets fell from his hair and created a wet trail down his neck muscles. Her mouth parted slightly and she became aware of a slow flush spreading throughout her body.

"What, Bones?" he growled, obviously annoyed with the interruption.

"I…" Brennan cleared her throat and went on. "I want to know what's going on Booth. You yelled at me." Her anger began to surface again. He had no right to treat her the way he did.

"Look, Bones," he began, running a hand through his hair. "It's not important. I'm sorry I yelled at you."

"Why can't you trust me?" she asked quietly. Booth sighed. "come in, Bones." Eh held the door wider and motioned her inside.

"This is a perfect time to put Angela's theory to the test." There wasn't much space to get by and Brennan had to press right against him and slide by. She moved extra slow "Not because I'm enjoying it," she scolded herself. "I don't want to get my new shirt caught on the doorframe." And if she happened to pause when their mouths were centimeters apart, it was because she was trying to maneuver inside, nothing more.

Finally, she was inside. She let out a huge breath she didn't know she had been holding.

"Want something to drink?" He politely offered, shuffling to the fridge. She shook his head.

"Booth, I need to ask you something," she admitted slowly. "I have no idea how I'm supposed to seduce Booth. The aborigines of northern Ethiopia would perform the traditional mating dance, but there's no way I'm doing that."

"Yeah? What is it Bones?" Concern flooded his voice, and Brennan felt her heart warm at the thought of him worrying about her even though he was mad. She slowly walked towards him keeping her head down, afraid he would realize her intentions if she looked at him. Booth's eyes widened as she came closer and closer and he backed up until his back hit the fridge.

"Bones?" he let out an unmanly squeak as she pressed her hips to his. "What are you doing?"

"Booth, have you ever…thought about me?" she whispered, eyes finally locked with his. He gulped. "I don't know what you mean."

"Like…sexually," she purred in his ear. His hips involuntarily thrust forward and Brennan had to bite her lip to keep from moaning when he made contact with hers.

"Uh Bones. This is not a good conversation to be having. How bout we go to Wong Foo's instead?" he suggested, trying to gain back some semblance of control.

"I'm not really hungry…for food," she said, her breath tickling his cheek. Booth let out a small groan. "Bones, you gotta stop before something happens." All he could think about was the last time she was this close. "That damn kiss." He thought. "It's been on my mind for months. The way her lips felt against mine, and her tongue, God her tongue."

"What's gonna happen Booth?" she asked innocently, pulling her head back to meet his eyes. Booth was surprised to see her eyes mirroring his own; dark and unmistakably arouse. He was tired of her controlling him, tired of her demands. He had to do something about it.

Gripping her waist tightly, he spun them until it was her back against the fridge. He was finally in control. Eyes locked, he asked the now trembling Brennan, "What do you want to happen, Bones?" He stroked her cheek gently and leaned close. "I'm tired of you teasing me." And with that he crushed her mouth with his. Brennan stiffened, and then groaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. She moaned as she felt his tongue slide across her lips and he used it to his advantage as he swiftly gained entrance, running along the top of her mouth and then moving to connect with her tongue. Booth's knee spread her legs and she instinctively wrapped them around his waist, grinding into him and they both let out moans.

Their tongues dueled in a frenzied passion and Brennan could swear Booth's fingers were bruising her hips. It was as if he was afraid she was going to leave. His hands threaded into her hair, keeping her head steady as he continued his exploration of her mouth. Her legs felt weak and she realized if he wasn't pressing up against her so tightly, she would be sliding down the refrigerator. Pulling back to catch his breath, Booth rested his forehead on Brennan's and smiled devilishly at her. He kissed her again, hungrily, fisted his hands in her hair and tilted her head back to expose her neck. Booth started a wet trail down her cheeks and neck, nipping and sucking alternatively. His teeth latched onto her ear and tugged slightly and he delighted in the small moan she made.

Brennan didn't know what to feel. She had set out to prove Angela wrong, but somehow this felt so right. She was drowning, falling into the whirlpool that was Seeley Booth, and she wasn't sure she wanted to breathe ever again.

Booth's mouth glided over her collarbone and back up her neck, pausing when he heard her gasp. His mouth started sucking and licking a particular spot, the spot that made her squirm. She moaned and writhed beneath him, her hands grabbing his biceps, the nails digging into his skin. Brennan was suspended on his knee, and the friction created was enough to drive her insane. When Booth took his mouth away from her, she immediately complained.

"Don't stop Booth," she gasped out, leaning forward to capture his lips again. "Bones," he said, commanding her attention. "I have to know if you're going to regret this tomorrow." Brennan paused.

"I…no," she admitted softly. "No Booth, I want this. I think I've always wanted this." He kissed her again, tongue plundering her mouth before swinging her up onto his table. Papers scattered everywhere and Brennan could feel a few scrunched under her butt. Booth lifted her shirt over her head and Brennan heard his breath catch in his throat as he stared at her breasts.

"Booth, they're just breasts. I'm sure you've seen them before," she told him. He grinned at her. "These," he paused and kissed the left one and a shiver ran through Brennan's body, "are perfect." He kissed her right one and then reached around to unhook her bra.

Brennan didn't even have time to breathe before he was attacking her nipples. "Shiiit," she moaned, lifting her chest to his eager mouth. Booth sucked hard, then licked and bit gently; Brennan was on fire. Her nipples stood at attention, begging for his touch and he complied, bringing his fingers in to play with the right one while his mouth laved the left.

Her hands came down and gripped his hair, almost suffocating him in her quest to get him closer. Much to her disappointment, he pulled away, but then kissed softly down her stomach. He stopped at her belly button and circled his tongue lightly around it.

"This Bones, will not be making love," he informed her. "I'm gonna fuck you till you scream. And then I'm gonna fuck you again."

Brennan sucked in a breath; this was a side of Booth she had never seen. As he moved down her body, she closed her eyes, scared and excited at the same time. She felt Booth's lips first on her knee and then they worked achingly slow up her thigh to the triangle that was throbbing in time with her staccato breaths.

Booth kissed her wet pussy and slid all the way up to her clit.

Brennan's eyes flew open and "Fuck Booth," spilled out her lips as Booth's tongue circled and flicked. Brennan's heels dug into Booth's shoulder and she knew there would be proof of this tomorrow. She wanted to moan and cry at the same time; she didn't know what was happening. Every nerve in her was screaming with pleasure but her brain pumped rationality into this. She was afraid she was going to get hurt, that he was going to leave her like everyone else had.

All thoughts flew out of her head as Booth grasped her thighs and circled his tongue around her cunt, drawing circles closer and closer until he jammed her tongue into her, drawing her back into the moment. Brennan's head tossed back and Booth's name was ripped from her throat. Booth sucked harder, moving up to graze her clit with his teeth.

"Bones, I'm not going to leave you," Booth pulled back to inform her. "I will be here, until you can't stand me anymore, until the last sunset of the world fades. I will always, always love you Temperance. And I'll tell you everyday until it sinks into that oversized brain of yours. I. Love. You."

Booth pushed her thighs wider and licked from the top of her leg to her stomach before dropping back down to her pussy. He flicked his tongue back and forth across her clit and watched as Brennan's face melted and she moaned. Then Booth slid his tongue painfully slowly up Brennan's cunt and was rewarded by a fist gripping his hair.

"Oh fuck!" Brennan groaned, one hand leading Booth's face closer and the other scrambling for a purchase on the table.

Booth folded his tongue, letting the tip slide around Brennan's clit and her legs shook under his hands. Tears began to form at the corners of Brennan's eyes and she was writhing, her hand pounding the table as she searched for release.

"Please Booth," she stopped, embarrassed she was begging. Booth looked at her and was surprised to see how vulnerable she looked. She was laid bare before him, and he was awed at the amount of trust she was placing in him. There was no way he was fucking this up.

Unable to deal with the intense emotions in her eyes, he licked up her entire length slowly, searching every crevice for hidden pleasure. When he reached Brennan's clit, he closed his mouth and sucked long and hard.

"Yess," Brennan moaned loudly. Then her mouth couldn't form words as she came with a rush, the blood pounding in her ears and her body shaking. When Brennan locked her legs around Booth's head and fell backwards onto the table, Booth moved with her, still drawing the tremors out of her.

Booth didn't give her a chance to relax; he grabbed her arm and hauled her off the table, instead shoving her against the wall. He gripped her thighs, pulling her up off the ground and sliding into her all in one smooth motion. He rutted against her so hard that it didn't surprise him to see her mouth fly open and her arms reach back to try and grip the wall.

Booth kissed her neck and moved in and out at a rapid pace. Brennan was groaning and gasping and Booth knew he wouldn't last much longer. But he wanted her to come again, just to prove how good he was.

He bent his knees a little and drove up hard, aiming for that hard to reach spot. Brennan screamed as he hit it dead on and her hands grabbed at his shoulders. She was leaving marks, but right now she didn't care. All that mattered was how Booth felt inside her; how complete she felt.

A few more quick strokes and both of them were poised at the edge of the cliff. Booth heard a small click somewhere to the right and was about to look to see what it was when Brennan tightened around him, making him forget anything except the naked woman currently gyrating on top of him. As the shaking subsided, Booth could vaguely hear a voice coming from behind him.

"Oh. My. God!!" Angela shrieked and dropped the photo she had been holding.