Wonderful thanks to my Beta Angie – she was able join me in this "telling" chapter. Now read to the end, there's a surprise built inside but it'll be spoiled if you skip ahead. Enjoy

Chapter 6 – She drives me crazy….

Timeframe – June – Summer solstice

Her hands slipped around his neck; he felt so good, so right. She pressed a heated kiss against his lips hoping that he'd get the message, that this was something that she desperately wanted. Her body melted against his lean frame, one she'd been admiring for a while. She'd done her best to tempt him; now, she was taking action.

They devoured each other as his hands moved to the straps of the loose-fitted dress, it fell soundless between them as the material pooled at her feet. Their kiss grew in intensity with each passing moment, from softly curious to demanding and addictive. Unlocking their lips for an instant, he pushed away from her only slightly. His passion-filled eyes raked every inch of her exposed skin. She watched as he took in her swollen lips, flushed skin and heaving chest still in encased in her red lace bra he knew she'd worn just for him.

Just before he crushed his mouth to hers she heard him whisper, "Oh, god. I've been dreaming about this." After a few wonderful, soul searing kisses he raised his head, his eyes dark with need. She knew her eyes mirrored his own and listened as he asked, "Are you sure, are you really sure about this? There's no going back for either of us if this happens."

She leaned forward and sunk her teeth into his lips, hoping that would be answer enough.

Warning below is rated PG-17 please begin reading after where I've marked the section has ended, if you're not of age or uncomfortable with the material.

Her breath became erratic as his hand, whisper soft glided closer to her panties, her body clenched in anticipation. Soft, firm lips trailed fire over her cheeks then her neck and finally nuzzling the soft sensitive flesh of her ear as his hands explored. Her breath caught and held as she felt his warm fingers glide over her hips as they skimmed the lace of her panties. Her knees weakened but somehow allowed her to move with him. Her hands clutched him tightly to her, knowing she'd fall without his strength.

As her mind grappled with the lust mixed with joy, she felt herself surrender her need to control. It melted just as fire would melt ice with each heated kiss, lick and nip along the curves of her neck; she reveled in it, in them. Just as she thought her legs would finally give out she felt the back of her legs pressed against the mattress of her bed. Then gently he lowered her onto it, his lips moved to hers as he tasted, as she did him.

Her mind shifted trying to make sense of the sensations, the tastes. She moaned as their tongues fought for dominance, he tasted of the finest chocolates, sweet, delicious dark chocolate, dark and dangerous as he was. Her heart somersaulted in her chest suddenly she knew he felt everything she could never express, as though he was life giving water, she drank greedily from his lips. He was hers she realized and accepted hers alone and she reveled in it and how it made her feel. Unaware a single tear trailed along her cheek with the realization. It glittered in the low light of the moon that lit her face. Before she could brush it away, he caught her hand as his lips moved to kiss it away as he asked his eyes questioning, "You okay? Do you want to stop?"

"No, no please… god no, I need you…. I need you," she heard herself beg as her hands clutched him even tighter. Satisfied, he pressed his lips against hers as his hands drifted towards her breasts, her breath caught. She felt his callused fingers brush against her taunt nipples as they strained against the lace, instantly she felt herself clench in anticipation. She moaned, "Yes…. oh yes"

He kissed her, hungry she knew for her, for them. She wanted more and moved her lips from his, twisting away as her breast pushed into his hands, her body begged shamelessly for more. He picked up on her unspoken wish his hands deftly unbound her breasts. He eyes glowed for a moment before his lips latched hungrily onto her pebbled nipple of herbreast. Her hands clutched at his hair holding him against her, her moans filling the air. Reveling in the feel of his tongue as it enticed her, his touch lit a smoldering fire within her; she felt as though at any moment, she'd burst into flames.

She groaned her approval loudly, clutching him even tighter as her legs curled around his hips. Pressing tightly against her she heard him mutter, "Oh God! You taste so good." His pants, burned against her flesh as his continued to dominate her spirit, her flesh. Her mind cataloged quickly, he knew her, he knew just what exactly her body desired, her lips curled in a delicious smile. Though they'd never made love before, it was as though he knew exactly what her body desired; truly a master it seemed.

His hands continued to entice her breast into frenzy while his lips had trailed fire along her collar bone and then the sensitive flesh of her neck. Tilting her neck to accommodate him, Brennan asked, her voice she knew was unnaturally husky, "You certainly have a way with that tongue of yours." She felt a bubble of laughter escape and added breathlessly, "It should be illegal the way you make me feel."

She felt his lips disengage from her neck, a whimper of pain from loss of his warmth escaped, "Oh god don't stop… "

"Are you sure, are you absolutely positive?" he asked once again, his eyes never leaving hers as he waited. Exasperated she sighed pushing her hair from her eyes. But, she knew this was important she asked her voice husky with desire, "Shall I show you?"

His face lit up, smiling it seemed she'd responded correctly and answered, "Leave it to me."

Rolling him onto his back, she quickly rid them both of their remaining clothing. She wanted nothing to impede her. She lowered herself slowing onto his length, felt every inch of him, reveled in it, in them. She knew it'd been a while, but my god, he was huge. Rising slowly, she watched the moonlight play across his face, rigid with need and desire. His hands dug into her hips roughly, spurring her on, driving her, driving them both to near oblivion.

He shifted lifting his lips to her breasts, taking in a pebbled tip between his lips he licked, nip and tantalized her. She was nearly wild with need as the first flames of her orgasm began, the slow delicious coil drawing her in as he bucked against her. She could hear his pants through the haze of desire as his hips joined hers in a rhythm as old as time. She rode him hard, needing him to know that she was who wanted him, the one who pushed their boundaries to the side. As her body melted into his, she heard his husky voice broke with each thrust, "Oh god, oh god… God, you're so tight…..."

Somehow that registered in her mind she chanted unable to assemble her thoughts as desire drove her, drove them, "Oh.. Oh god… oh god…."

She leaned forward and captured his lips her moans grew wild as she realized he'd only been able to do this, only he could bring her body to completion as no other. She felt his hands clutch her hips even tighter, pulling her closer, his grip nearly painful as his fingers dung into her soft flesh. His impending explosion delighted her. Delirious with desire, her teeth sunk into the flesh of his neck. The explosion of light and color flew across her retinas as though a match had been set to kerosene. Each in perfect sync as their bodies joined, exploding from desire and love.

End of PG-17 section

Flipping onto his back, John pulled his pillow tightly over his ears and cursed, "Oh my god, not again! How the hell am I supposed to sleep with her moaning like a god damn porn star..."

He jumped and dashed away from the desire-drenched moans coming from the room down the hall and went straight to the bathroom.

He grabbed a towel then twisted the faucet to frigid as he continued to grumble, "I swear, I'm going to turn into an iceberg with all the cold showers I have to endure." He dropped his boxers and stepped gratefully into the icy spray.

Brennan awoke slowly, her body relaxed with the afterglow of their lovemaking. Disoriented she found herself alone once again, in her bed, without the man she loved. Realizing what had happened, she crushed the pillow to her face to muffle her heart-breaking sobs of loneliness, hoping that John wouldn't hear.

Booth disoriented, flung his arm across the bed, finding it once again empty. His heart skipped a beat; she'd been within him again tonight, the ghost of the woman he loved. She had taken to visiting him nightly for a while now. He sighed as his heart clutched and whispered into the night, "I love you."

Flipping over onto his stomach, he clutched the pillow close and forced the memories away. Memories that it seemed he couldn't escape. One last thought registered before he drifted off, she'd tasted like strawberries.

A/N:

LOL – did I fool you or did you know all along?

Hoped you enjoyed Booth's guest appearance…. This would have been an outtake of Tears - B&B's first time had I provided a flash back for you… hope you enjoyed it.

R&R is always appreciated if only to shake your fist at me…