Ok, so I was challenged over on the ABY to try and continue the "clothing mandatory" theme. For the moment, I've managed it. But I don't know that I can for much longer!

Be warned, there is absolutely no plotline here! It was meant to be a simple oneshot that somehow got expanded.

I don't own Bones. If I did, I wouldn't have to write about this kind of activity between BB, I could simply watch it. Over and over and over.

Brennan's breath hitched and her back arched into him at his words.

Booth chuckled at her response, grasping the back of her head more assuredly as he leaned into her.

Allowing his breath to caress and stroke the skin at her cheekbones, his irises darkened as her eyelids fluttered at the sensation.

Booth slowly moved his head over towards the side of her head, leaving a trail of warm, intimate breath in his wake.

He heard her gasp quietly as he exhaled gently against her ear, making her knees buckle and sending her world turning.

He began to plant soft kisses along the edge of her ear, lips barely brushing the sensitive skin. His attentions were sending tickly, bubbling sensations down her neck and shuddering on through her spine. She was having trouble keeping her head upright.

He pressed his fingers into the back of her head, on the opposite side to his mouth, gently tilting her ear up toward him.

"I want you so much. You have no idea," he whispered raggedly into the shell of her ear, igniting fireworks across her skin.

A primitive groan rumbled through her as her body sang with sensation at his words and all that they implied.

His fingers moved across her hair, gently grazing her scalp, rendering her speechless as pleasure bolted through her, exploding in her womb as she cried out softly.

"Booth…" she murmured into his neck, pulling him closer and burying herself in the strong, masculine scent of him.

Encouraged by the elevated heart rate she felt quivering under his skin, she impulsively darted out her tongue and licked his neck once or twice, feeling his taste at the back of her throat.

His hips bucked gently against hers and she heard him draw a hasty breath in.

"I want…" she gasped as his arms snaked around her waist.

He pulled her lopsidedly along the side of the building, deeper into the shadows. Her breathing was deafeningly loud to her ears.

"Booth?" she whispered questioningly as his fingers roamed the sensitive skin at her waist.

She tilted her face up to look at him. He took advantage of this and began to rain butterfly soft kisses across her cheekbones and over her temples. Her shaking hands found the front of his shirt as she pulled him closer.

She knew they should move, should continue this exploration privately, but part of her was so incredibly turned on by the public forum, by the fact that anybody turning into this darkened alley could become an unwitting voyeur. She could tell he liked it too.

Brennan began trembling uncontrollably as his hands moved around to the front of her formal trousers.

"I need…" she groaned against his lips as he pushed the heel of one hand against her pubic bone.

Her breath was warm and erratic against his stubbled cheek as heightened sensation flooded her body. Booth grunted unconsciously, smiling at her obvious enjoyment, at the fact that he was the one leading her to the edge.

He relaxed the pressure suddenly and she gasped. Her eyes roamed frantically to his as he kissed her lips briefly.

"Hang on, Temperance," he mumbled as he pushed back against the bone once more. The tingling pleasure seemed to heighten, stronger than the last time. Her very skin seemed to tighten as she focused on pushing back against him.

He suddenly brought his hand away again and she nearly cried. She knew what he was doing, though. She was certain that when he finally allowed her to soar, it would be far stronger than if he had kept pushing on the first go.

And she also knew he wouldn't be able to keep it going much longer. The shortness of his breath and the need etched across his face, the need to see her experience dizzying realms of bliss, would prevent him from continuing.

His hand was back and this time she knew it was the last time. Her hips, lower back and legs were working vigorously to push and grind against him as hard as she could. Whimpering, unintelligible noises were spilling from her lips. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Come on, Bones," he coaxed, vocal chords straining as he fought to keep his arousal under control.

"Temperance," she gasped, "call me Temperance."

Everything was shivering and short-circuiting simultaneously. She let out a warning groan, then another. Knowing she was dangling from the very outskirts of restraint, he slid his fingers underneath her and pushed up against the seam of her trousers.

Her body seemed to explode from the centre outward. Bubbling, fizzing sensations were spreading like wildfire, radiating out from that focal point.

And his lips were on hers, his free hand holding her tight against him.

"God, you're beautiful, Temperance. Divine."

Her body slowly began to recover: her heart rate slowing, her vision returning. Through it all, he supported her and whispered endearments. Her legs felt like jelly, her brain felt somewhere in the stratosphere.

Wide-eyed, she gazed at him, a lopsided smile on her lips. He chuckled softly at her unfocused expression.

"I don't know what to say, Seeley." She shook her head, smiling to herself. He winked, the flirtatious gesture shooting her heart rate skyward once more.

"Just let all the blood go back," she advised as he attempted to move her.

His face was startled as he scrutinized her, terrified that he had somehow hurt her. He raised his eyebrows questionably, almost fearfully.

She smothered a snort.

"That's what an orgasm is, Booth. The blood all rushes to your pubic area as you become aroused and then the orgasm is simply the blood exploding back into your body, which feels…euphoric."

He didn't know whether to laugh or roll his eyes. Instead he decided to focus on the word that had caught his attention.

"Explode?" he questioned, swallowing heavily.

"Mmmhmm," she clarified, moving closer to him. She knew her increased breathing was causing her bust to heave more so than usual. She also knew that he would be very aware of this fact if it was pressed against his chest.

The breath stuttered out of him as she pushed herself up against him. She gently nudged his feet apart and settled a leg on either side of one of his, effectively straddling herself against his thigh. Looking dangerously disorientated, he pushed his knee up against her and was rewarded with a breathy sigh.

She moved her arms around his waist and slid her hands up under his shirt. She felt muscles tighten under her fingers and his eyes shut momentarily.

Her lips met his as one hand moved from under his shirt to grab his ass through his jeans. He groaned, entangling his fingers in her hair as his tongue danced with hers.

Her hand strayed from the back of his jeans around to the front. He grabbed her tighter, slowing the activity of his tongue.

His fingers fluttered lightly over his groin. She grinned in delight against his lips at the gentle moaning rumbling from his throat.

She pulled her mouth away slowly, eyes weighted, lips parted. She swallowed heavily, balance wavering.

Smiling at the dazed expression on his face, she leaned forward and, in her huskiest voice as her fingers gripped the bulge in his nether regions, she whispered, "You want to explode, Seeley Booth?"