A/N: Hellooooo, ff friends. I'm still pretty busy with other projects, but I figured that I should do a little something here in celebration of the upcoming, long awaited Bonesday this week. And now I find out that there IS no Bonesday this week. As if I needed ANOTHER reason to dislike George Bush. Gah.

This one's a bit short, but I hope you find it enjoyable. Hugs and Misses to you all!

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She swung her legs nervously over the edge of the table, the white paper sheet underneath her crinkling with the motion and reminding her how ridiculous she was being. Stilling her movements, she forced herself to take a few breaths. She didn't get nervous by doctor's appointments, and this seemed a silly time to start. Writing it off to frustration at having been waiting for so long, she self-consciously pulled at the flimsy gown that covered her. This wasn't an emergency appointment. Maybe she should just put her clothes back on and forget about the whole thing…

The thought was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Come in!" she said quickly. Damn. There went that idea.

The doctor entered, holding a manila folder and giving her a winning smile, made for putting patients as ease. "Hi there…." He glanced inside his folder. "Temperance. How are you doing today?"

She gave a small start at the sight of him. "Where's Dr. Beckett?" she asked.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Beckett's on vacation this week. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." Holding the folder open, he skimmed it. "Should be pretty easy…she says you're her healthiest patient."

Smiling uncertainly, she played with one of the ties on the front of her gown. "Maybe I should just wait until she comes back." Another "ridiculous" moment. She was certain that this doctor was as qualified as any other…this was an excellent hospital. But this man looked much younger than her usual doctor. And much more casual. And much, much handsomer. In fact, it was somewhat distracting…his smile, his warm gaze, how solid his body looked under the lab coat. She shifted.

"That's up to you," he told her, taking her wrist into her hand and pressing two fingers against it, taking her pulse. "But it might be awhile until you can get another appointment." He glanced up at her, smiling again. "I can show you my credentials, if you'd like."

This was silly. "No, that won't be necessary, Doctor."

His fingers were warm and gentle against her arm, and he glanced up at her. "I understand your reservations. Dr. Beckett is very good. But…" he winked. "So am I. I'm going to take your blood pressure, okay?"

Jesus. That wink. Warmth pooled in her stomach. She pushed up her sleeve, holding her arm out to him.

Wrapping the cuff around her, he took a step closer and began pumping the attached bulb firmly. "So what can I help you with today? Are you not feeling well?"

The cuff became uncomfortably tight around her arm, then released, making a hissing sound. She took a breath of relief and inhaled his cologne. He even smelled good. "Well…I haven't been sick."

"Mmm. Blood pressure looks good," he said, reading the gage.

When he pulled off the cuff, she rubbed her arm a little. "I've just been noticing some changes that were…concerning to me."

"Ah. Well it's good to be attuned to your body, Temperance."

"That's what I figured." She took a sharp breath as he pressed the end of the stethoscope into an opening between the ties of her gown. The metal felt strange against her skin…not quite uncomfortable, but different enough to put her nerve endings on edge.

"What specifically have you noticed?" he asked, after a moment of listening to her heart. "Slightly elevated," he noted. "But that's not odd during a doctor's visit."

Control yourself, she scolded herself. She was a logical woman, and she knew that this was nothing to be embarrassed about. "I haven't been responding normally," she blurted out. "In sexual situations."

"I see." Her well-structured doctor pulled back, letting the stethoscope fall from her gown and placing his hands to either side of her throat, massaging a bit and feeling her glands. His voice was even, reassuring. "Is the problem with desire, arousal, or orgasm?"

His clear, logical response to her revelation calmed her a bit. "Orgasm," she told him. Obviously it wasn't with desire; likely he could already tell that by the way she had been unconsciously eyeing him ever since he walked in the room.

"Lie back," he urged with a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Tell me about when you noticed the change."

She eased backward. "I had never had issues with orgasm before. A few months ago, I began finding the process more difficult. I thought that perhaps it was the sexual partner I was with, so I found another. But I had the same problem…and began finding that even while masturbating I was unable to reach satisFAC…" She gasped as his hand found its way inside her gown, smoothing over the top of her breast.

"I'm sorry. Are my hands cold?"

Of course. He was just giving her a breast exam. But unlike other doctors she had in the past, it felt less like a palpitation, and more like a caress.

"No. It's fine," she breathed, shivering anyway. "I just wanted to make sure there's nothing physically wrong."

"It's a natural concern, Temperance," he said, soothingly, lifting her arm and feeling the side of her breast. "Have you had any recent injuries?"

"No." She was trying hard not to squirm under his gentle fingertips. Every touch reminded her of just how frustrated she had been lately.

"Any sexual trauma?"

"No." Unless one considered not having an orgasm for three months traumatic.

"Excessive stress?"

"Always. But that's never had an effect before." She sighed. "My partner would probably say it's something psychological. Guilt over my cavalier sexual lifestyle or something."

He glanced at her face while he moved to her other breast, which had been eagerly waiting for his attention. "Your sexual partner?"

She smiled in spite of herself. "No. My work partner."

He smiled. "I suppose people talk about all sorts of things at work nowadays." He finished his gentle examination with a soft pinch to both her nipples that made her nearly buck her hips off the table. "It may be a combination of many factors," he told her. "It's not uncommon for women to have a period of such difficulties at different times of their lives. While it's certainly frustrating, I'm almost certain it's no cause for long-term concern…but we'll see what we can do for you, shall we?"

Her body was almost throbbing by now. She looked up at him desperately. "Are you going to examine me more?" she asked, not sure whether she wanted him to continue with his tantalizing ministrations, or stop so she wouldn't embarrass herself anymore.

He touched her shoulder gently. "I like to start with the least invasive procedure possible. If it's okay, I'll begin with testing your normal responses."

Was it normal to be so turned at the doctor's office? She certainly wasn't going to ask him that.

"It won't hurt?" she asked.

That smile again. "If you are uncomfortable at any point, you can let me know. I appreciate you being so open as to come here for this problem; many women are unnecessarily embarrassed by such issues. I promise to make this as easy on you as possible." He reached for gown. "May I?"

She nodded. He was going to undress her. Her heart pounded. "I want to fix this," she told him.

"We will," he assured her, spreading open the gown from the waist down. "Relax as much as you can. You're going to feel me touching you…"

True to his word, she felt one warm, soft fingertip stroke around the perimeter of her sex. The contact felt heavenly, and despite her best efforts to stay quiet a soft moan passed her lips. So good…

"Feel okay?" he asked. Was it her imagination that his voice was a little huskier, a bit rougher?

Okay? It was fucking amazing. "Yes," she breathed, squirming.

"Good. Now I'm going to begin a massage of sorts. And I want you to tell me about the very last time you were able to reach orgasm."

Her eyes flew open. "What about it?"

His finger continued its gentle circle. "The thoughts. The circumstances. Tell me." His voice was hypnotic.

She abandoned her modesty; was afraid if she didn't, he might stop the wonderful things he was doing to her. "I was in my shower," she choked out. "And I was fantasizing…about someone I shouldn't have been."

"Very few fantasies are harmful, Temperance."

"I know. But…" Her thought was cut short when he ran two fingers directly across her sex…not penetrating. Not even firmly enough to give satisfaction. Just a rhythmic touch that slid across her easily. There was no way he could miss how wet she was becoming.

"Please continue," he said softly.

"I was in my shower, and the hot water felt good against my skin…I imagined him pushing open the curtain, catching me there, naked and vulnerable. I imagined him looking at me with arousal in his eyes."

"I'm sure you see that look often. You're a very beautiful woman," he told her, and her belly flipped at the words. He thought she was beautiful. His touch increased in pressure, just a little bit.

Her hips were starting to move…just slightly. "I imagined him taking control…coming in with me, crushing my body to his and kissing me. I thought of what my naked body would feel like against the wet material of his clothes."

"And what did you do?" His fingers traveled higher, circling her clitoris now without touching it, making it throb.

All embarrassment had vanished. "I used the shower," she sighed. "I sprayed the water between my legs while I thought of him penetrating me with his fingers. I leaned against the wall and touched my breast with one hand while I…"

"While you orgasmed?" he asked, sympathetically, as the pad of one finger—now incredibly slick—finally brushed her clitoris. He tapped it experimentally.

She couldn't hold back. She moaned now. This wasn't clinical anymore. She wanted him…wanted him to rip off his lab coat, stand between her legs, fuck her senseless…but this was a good alternative, and she didn't want him to stop, so she gripped the sides of the table, pushing herself against his fingers and encouraging him to stroke her, touch her, pleasure her, anything but stop.

"Yes. I came. I came so hard."

"You're an extremely sensual woman, Temperance," he said, now rolling her clitoris between his fingers, making her breath come in short huffs. "I want you to close your eyes and remember that fantasy again…picture it."

"I shouldn't be thinking about him that way…that much," she resisted, eyes falling shut and head falling back anyway."

"Then perhaps, just this time…" He leaned down to her ear, whispering, his hand still working its magic between her legs. "You can imagine it's me, instead."

She hovered frustratingly on the brink, her body screaming for release and her mind resisting, but his teasing, unrelenting fingers were patient. She was only half-conscious of him using his free hand to loose the ties on the top of her gown…but was fully conscious of his lips, gently fastening to the tip of her breast. Warmth spread across her chest, radiated throughout her body. "Please," she gasped. She needed this. She had been needing it for so long.

"What do you need?" he asked her quietly, raising his mouth and looking her gravely in the eyes.

She took the opportunity she was given by his nearness and her desperation. Grasping the back of his head, she curled her fingers in his dark hair and pulled his handsome face to hers. When their lips touched, her climax began.

He didn't hesitate, but kissed her masterfully through her shuddering, rubbing her with a rotating touch as she moaned into his mouth. Months of pent-up longing shook her body and she almost sobbed with the release of it. Yes.

Feeling his stroking slow, she enjoyed the lingering twinges in her nether-regions that he prolonged. When his hand and mouth finally lifted, she wasn't sure which one she missed the most.

He gave her a reassuring smile, pulling the soft material of her gown back over her body to prevent chilling. She looked up at him with glazed eyes, disbelieving at how quickly he had "cured" her.

"What…? How…?"

He chuckled. "I'm thinking you needed permission to enjoy your fantasy."

Despite the glow radiating through her body, she felt a little defensive at his words. "I don't need anyone's permission to have fantasies."

"Of course not." He pulled up a stool next her. "But your insistence that they shouldn't include a particular person…your body wasn't cooperating with the rules you made."

She thought about grumbling, but found herself too satisfied to do so, settling for a soft grunt and closing her eyes.

"Your mind and body are intimately connected, Temperance. You can't turn one part off without affecting the other. The good news is…" He squeezed her shoulder. "It seems that you've overcome that disconnect. Very little medical intervention necessary."

Considering it for a moment, she let her breathing slow. "I'm very satisfied with your treatment, Doctor."

He shifted uncomfortably in his stool. "I'm happy you're happy."

Glancing down, she saw the bulge under his lab coat that showed her exactly how "happy" he was. "Perhaps you also need treatment."

"You don't worry about me," he told her. "I have absolutely no reservations about fantasizing about anything…" His eyes drifted up and down her body. "Or anyone."

Now, she smiled too. "No. I don't suppose you'd have to." Pausing, she pushed her way up to a sitting position, now self-consciously holding her gown together. "So how do I know that this wasn't a fluke? What if I go home and can't repeat these results?"

A slow, sexy grin crossed his face. "I think that's unlikely. But just in case…" he pulled his prescription pad from the pocket of his lab coat. "I'll be available for house-calls."

It was the offer she had been hoping for. "Thank you, Doctor. I admit, I was a little nervous about coming here today. But I'm glad I did. I've always believed in the sanctity of good science."

"Me too." Ripping off the prescription he had written for her, he handed it over. "I'll leave now so you can get dressed."

The modesty behind his statement nearly made her giggle. She watched as he tossed one last, heartbreaking smile over his shoulder at her as he walked out the door. She wished his lab coat was less loose, so that she could enjoy his exit more."

Before sliding off the exam table and moving to put the prescription in her purse, she caught sight of what he had written and paused, smirking.

Do what you feel.

She wondered how many people in her life would prescribe just that, before she actually followed through with the treatment.

Tucking the advice away, she dressed and left the office with a new resolve.

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"There is no way," he declared.

It was a Sunday morning and he had talked her into staying in bed for awhile. After some initial hemming and hawing, she had mostly relaxed…especially when he delivered her favorite French-pressed coffee to the bedside for her sipping pleasure.

She looked at him amusedly. "Sometimes it isn't up to you, Booth. Even when a man's technique is fine…there are occasions when a woman is unable to orgasm."

He looked defiant. "I would keep going all day if I had to."

Laughter burst from her lips. "You are such a martyr."

"Not a martyr. A gentleman," he insisted.

She shook her head ruefully, taking a sip of her coffee before relaxing back against the pillows and admiring the view beside her, notably lab coat-free.

"So is it true?" he prodded, stretching, panther-like, on the bed.

"Hmm?"

"Did you think of me like that…before we got together?"

Giving him a pointed look, she smirked. "You are by now familiar with the extent of my sex drive. What do you think?"

He grinned. "That's very hot," he told her, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder, before pulling back and looking more serious. "Did you try not to?"

She was quiet for a second. Then… "Every day."

There was a few seconds of silence, before he took her by the waist and rolled her on top of him. She squealed a laughing protest, but didn't fight him.

"I'm glad you stopped fighting," he told her, looking up into her eyes sincerely.

Shrugging, she gave him a tentative smile back. "I didn't stop fighting."

"Oh yeah?" He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "What happened, then?"

She thought for a second. "I started feeling." Thinking about it made her grin with him. "And it was just what the doctor ordered."

Laughing, he rolled again, with her underneath him this time, beginning once more to fill the prescription they had been given for fun.