I wanted this one to be up sooner, but tonight I just got back from the amazing Montreal book fair. Meeting your favourite authors can kill the muse a bit. Even if they're not writing smut.

Again some chemistry! Does someone out there has a biology suggestion? It's been a long time since I did some…

Le Châtelier's Principle: If a chemical system at equilibrium experiences a change in concentration, temperature, volume, or partial pressure, then the equilibrium shifts to counteract the imposed change.

"Are you ready to go, Bones? The guys downstairs are waiting for us," he called through the bathroom door of their hotel room.

"Yeah, I am," she answered, opening the door.

His eyes widened as soon as his gaze fell on her. She was wearing the tightest, shortest cobalt blue dress.

"What? This isn't ok? I thought that's the way an escort would dress. That's what I'm supposed to be, right?"

Truth to be told, her "costume" was perfect and would fool everybody they wanted to fool. But he had forgotten how utterly sexy she was wearing those things. Even after years of… intimate partnership, her body still lit his on fire without effort. He slowly detailed her with his eyes. Her feet were encased in fuck-me-high heels, a complicated design of white leather straps running around each foot. Her white legs seemed to go on forever, and you could just tell by looking at them that they were so soft. Her blue dress started a bit higher than mid-thigh, leaving just enough to the imagination. Her small and firm ass was hugged perfectly by the fabric, leaving him with the need to run his hands on it. Her breasts looked like they might spill out of her dress if she was moving too much. He had always loved her breasts, but this was… definitely showing them off to their best advantage. Finally, a smoky makeup was applied on her face, not vulgar but rather sexy and suggestive. Her hairs were curled and the waves were falling on her shoulders sensually. Holly hell, she was mouth wateringly perfect.

Brennan shivered. His eyes on her body were almost a physical thing. She walked up to him.

"I see you like my clothes?" she said, tilting her pelvis against his, pressing on his erection.

She knew she was a beautiful woman, but still, having it confirmed that way by the man she loved was making her feel invincible.

"You have no idea, Bones."

His voice was raspy and made the hairs raise on the back of her neck. She kissed him passionately, devouring his mouth while he was pressing her against him, holding her waist.

"There seems to be… an increased pressure… in your pants. We'll need to take care of this before we go downstairs to get our microphones installed…"

He groaned, lowering his head to kiss and lick her long and slender neck.

"We can't, Bones, they'll be waiting for us. Not that I don't want to," he said, pressing her hips onto his erection more firmly, "but we still have to do our job."

"We can make it very quick," she said with a wicked smile. "And if you go like that downstairs, you won't be able to concentrate fully on your job. Plus, we can just tell them that I needed more time to prepare, and judging by your look a minute ago, they would believe pretty much everything I say. But most of all…" She lowered her voice to a husky whisper. "I need you to fuck me right now, quick and hard."

"Dammit, Bones," he growled, pushing her to the edge of the bed.

The moment she had opened her pretty mouth, he had been lost. She sat on the bed and lowered his pants before he even blinked an eye. He brought her legs on his torso, her feet resting near his head, and hiked up her dress on her hips.

"Where the hell are your panties?" His voice was almost pained with desire as he positioned himself at her entrance.

"An escort wouldn't wear panties," she said breathlessly. "Now, less talk, more action."

She let out a loud moan as he rammed himself into her, filling her to the brim. This position allowed him a deep penetration, and he knew it was perfect for the days where she just wanted to be fucked… quick and hard, as she had just told him. He began pumping into her madly.

"You're sure you don't want me to talk while I fuck your sweet little pussy?"

She couldn't help but moan loudly. Seeley Booth fucking her was always mind-blowing, but add on the top of that dirty talk and she was assured to come in minutes. And he knew that.

"You know I got rock hard the second I saw you in that dress, right? I had flashes of me ripping that dress right off of you, taking you against the wall, or eating you, getting you off in every possible way?"

He brought his thumb on her clit, massaging it in small circles. She was now moaning continuously, her breathing ragged. Her hands were clenching desperately at the bedspread.

"But you knew it would have that effect on me, didn't you? You knew all I'd want to do is take you, push my hard cock into you and fuck you. And apparently you wanted to, because baby, the moment I took you, you were so wet and hot…"

God, she had to come soon, because he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. Damn if this whole dirty talk wasn't arousing him too…

"So close… Don't stop…" she mumbled.

Increasing the rhythm of his thumb, he began to slam into her even harder.

"Come for me, baby… Right now."

And she listened to him, squeezing him as he reached his own release, stars dancing behind his eyelids.

He kissed delicately one of her calves, running his hands along her legs.

"Whew," she said with a satisfied sigh. "I guess that did release the pressure…"

He smiled at her.

"Yeah… But do me a favour Bones, and put some underwear. Because if I know you're naked under this, that's all I'm going to be able to think about when we carry our clever undercover operation," he said, winking at her.

Yep, he definitely made her feel… all powerful.


How did I manage the quick sex?