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She had him naked. Just the way she liked him.

Oh it was sexy when he had his shirt all undone, and drool worthy when he was wearing nothing but a towel, but Seeley Booth NAKED was hard to top.

Not literally.

She got on top of him all the time.

But the sight, oh the sight just couldn't be beat.

Lean abdominals and those broad shoulders, and that look in his eyes... It was way cockier than anything his belt buckle could even elude to.

Now she could see the christmas tree lights reflected in those eyes and they sparkled and turned her knees to mush.

He took advantage of the suituation and had her naked in two seconds too.. Rangers not only lead the way but apparently they were first rate at bra clasps as well.

The only one that had ever bufuddled him was her sports bra, the one without a clasp.

He'd torn it off her.

She'd promptly bought three more and had enjoyed having those ripped off as well.

Sometimes she liked it a little rough.

In the back of the SUV.

Against the SUV.

Against the elevator doors.

Rough, hard, and urgent.

And quick.

When they played rough it was always quick.

For both of them.

Which worked out well, they hadn't yet been caught.

Not even on surveillance due to that button thingy Hodgins had given Booth for christmas. He said it disrupted the camera or something.

She hadn't been listening, because of what Angela had given them.

Her a pair of vibrating panties.

Him the remote.

He carried it with him all the time, and she never told him which days she was wearing the underwear.. She'd be sitting there at her desk and hear his voice outside in the lab and suddenly she'd be feeling the most delightful sensation.

Sometimes he'd come into the office and carry on a conversation with her, all the while turning the power level up on the remote hidden in his jacket pocket, other times he'd stay out in the lab talking to Hodgins and let her ride it out on her own.

He liked watching her come in her office.

He liked walking into the office and looking at her flushed face, and knowing that he hadn't even had to be in the room to get her like that.

Almost always she'd suggest coffee and they'd go off for round two.

Once at the gun range, up against that wall, her legs around his hips as he thrusted into her, that had been wonderfull, another time they'd made use of a storage closet, him sitting on an old chair her on top of him..

Rumours had started that that hallway was haunted.

Someone had heard moans.

She'd smiled the rest of the day, thats for sure.

And then there was that one time..

It had been late at night.

The building was deserted.

They had stopped to see the egyptain exhibit one more time before it was shipped off to the next location.

He'd pressed the button for the cameras and had her on the floor, and told her of how he'd been checking her out in the reflection of the glass, how much he'd wanted to do that night what they were currently doing, the thoughts in his head..

Oh, she loved when he talked like that.

She'd wanted him for so long, hearing how much he had wanted her just made her crazy for him, and she'd certainly shown it.

Nobody had interrupted this time.

She probably wouldn't have stopped even if they had.

And now here they were, under the christmas tree, him leaning over her, his eyes searching hers as he reached for her wrists and held them above her head..

He smirked, and she felt the metal clink on her wrists.

"Booth!" She exclaimed in delight. "You brought your handcuffs!"