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A/N – This epilogue to our "Types" series (like chapter 2) was written by Medusa81 (aka G), who normally takes the passenger's seat as beta. This is a birthday present for asaneismRnuTs. Happy birthday, hun!

Their type of pie - Epilogue

After snuggling in eachothers arms for a while, recovering from their previous activities, Temperance started to stir in his arms trying to get up. "Where do you think you are going?" Seeley asked as he took better hold of her waist preventing her from going anywhere.

She quirked an eyebrow at him. "Well, seeing as you won't get me my desert I figured I'd just go get it myself, your loss." And with one swift turn she was out of his arms and halfway to the door of the bedroom., not the least bit selfconscious about her nudity. This was completely different than how things had been with Camille. It had always felt a little dirty, both of them very much aware of themselves in the mornings-after.

Watching her well formed buttocks leave the room, Seeley dropped back into the pillows with a sigh. "This woman is gonna be the death of me," he groaned to himself. But apparently his thoughts were not as private as he'd thought because she popped her head around the door with a scowl. "I heard that!"

She walked to the kitchen a smile tugging her face. She just couldn't believe how right it felt to be with him. It was like coming home from a long trip abroad, only better. Sauntering over to the fridge she took out the pie and placed it on the counter. Turning around, she bumped into the object of her affection, letting out a startled squeek. The fact that he was still gloriously naked aswell did not go unnoticed and she couldn't help the flush that was creeping up her face.

"Bad conscience, Bones?" he asked her wiggling his eyebrows at her. He began unpacking the pie and offered her a slice. When she went to take it from him however, he shook his head and started feeding it to her leaving a trail of the sweat sticky cherry filling over her face. He didn't give her any time to protest, because as soon as she had swallowed the delicious bite of pie he brought his lips to her face and started nibbling her lips, following the trail of sweatness over her face. "You know….when you are right….you're right…." His words were spaced by kisses and nips. Then he broke apart from her: "This pie is superb."

Eyes twinkling she closed the gap between them and embraced him while drawing him into a searing kiss. As the kiss deepened he shuddered at the way she caressed his neck and shoulders with feather light touches. He was so engrossed in their passionate embrace that he didn't notice one of her hands leaving his shoulder, didn't notice the crackling of a paper bag, didn't notice anything but her lips and her touches. Until the moment something cold and sticky connected with his chest. With a gasp he pulled away from her and noticed he was covered in red, sticky goo. "Turn about is fairplay, don't you think Booth?" she asked him. The twinkle from before had intensified and he noted this to himself for future reference.

"Funny, how you pick a moment like this to suddenly understand abstract things like sayings, Bones." He grumbled at her, all the while internally marvelling at the playfulness of his lady scientist. One second later all thoughts of retaliation were gone from his mind as she started lapping his pectorals. He was glad she'd backed him up against the dinnertable, because his knees were starting to buckle when she took one of his nipples between her teeth and gently tugged at it. The sensation made his cock twitch in anticipation. He couldn't believe he was this hard again so soon after their previous exercise, because even though he was no slacker in the sack he couldn't believe the pace they were going at at the moment.

Temperance lifted her face at him as she noticed the movement against her thigh and lifted an eyebrow at him. Taking advantage of her temporary distraction he swirled them around and leaned forward so that she was effectively pinned between his body and the table. He let his hands slide over her torso enjoying the feel of the swell of her breasts in her hands. They fit so well, he thought as he started playing with her nipples, taking one in his mouth while pinching the other between his fingers.

His other hand was drawing a trail from her breasts down over her abdomen, with the remainder of the pie. There was a quick intake of breath from her at the contact of the cold filling against her burning skin, but this sound was soon replaced by a sigh as his warm tongue followed the trail. When he reached her pubic bone he put away the pie but he didn't arrest the trail that his tongue took. While his hand started massaging her thigh his lips found her clitoris and he started playing with it alternating between carefully nipping and licking it.

By this time Temperance was frantically thrashing on the table, unable to control the sounds of passion that were streaming from her mouth now. Not wanting to risk a broken nose from a collision with her pelvic bones Booth decided to take this a step further, but when his mouth left her she let out a frustrated growl. Booth couldn't suppress a joyous chuckle at this, feeling pride at pleasuring this woman to an extent where she seemed to be letting go of her normal level of control.

Grabbing her thighs he nestled himself at her center and thrust home in one go, both of them letting out grunts of approval at this. He started moving slowly, almost pulling out completely before burying himself again. Feeling that both of them needed it faster he picked up the speed of his thrusts. Setting a pace that made the table move and creak under the strain of their coupling.

He winced as Temperance dug her nails into his back and shoulders, holding onto him for dear life. This was only partly for fear of the furniture collapsing under them however, because he could feel her insides beginning to clench around him. The added friction sent him hurling towards the brink of ecstacy himself. As they tumbled over together they screamed eachothers names.

As he collapsed onto her, panting, the table creaked dangerously again, making both of them tense. They stared at eachother, eyes wide open in scared expectation of what would happen. Seconds ticked by and when the piece of furniture seemed to be holding it's own the tension suddenly flowed away and they collapsed into a pile of giggles.

Later that day, after an eventful shower they sat together on the couch enjoying a cup of coffee. The day had been filled with easy conversation and comfortable silences interspaced by some friendly bickering. The hours had flown past and dinner time was approaching. Putting away the sports section of the newspaper he'd been reading Seeley tried to get Tempe's attention, but she was engrossed in an anthropology magazine. After calling her name for the second time she looked up over the magazine. "What should we do for dinner?" he asked her with his best charm smile, motioning over to the kitchen.

Her cheeks started burning again at the implication alone. Hiding behind her magazine she muttered: "Let's go out for some Asian food, Sid's maybe?" She was startled as her reading suddenly took a flight and was replaced by Seeley's face, grinning widely.

"Yeah, I think it will be a long time for me too, before I can eat at that table again without being distracted by memories of this morning." He winked at her, stealing a quick kiss.