Disclaimer: I still don't own them or the song that's playing.

A/N: Sorry for the screw up with the last chapter. I have NO idea what happened there. This chapter is going to be M-rated, so I hope you all find me okay. :) This took me a long time to write, because it was honestly NOT where I wanted this to go, but I guess, as always, my characters did what they wanted to do anyway.

Also, my first song-fic... so please be nice... not that anyone's been mean so far. :)

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The bedroom door closed with a click so loud it made Brennan jump. She jumped again as Booth's arms slid around her wasn't her plan. She'd wanted to ignore it all until he moved on to someone else.

Between her hormones and her shaky memories of their night together, she couldn't ignore the cloying wetness between her legs anymore. She couldn't spend all of her time around him pressing her thighs together to relieve the pressure. She turned in his arms to press herself up against him, but leaned her head against his shoulder so he couldn't kiss her.

Booth reached for her chin, and she pulled back, looking for anything to distract them until she could catch her breath and make her mind up. The small clock radio between the double beds caught her eye. She stumbled toward it, and turned the radio on. When she turned back to face Booth, he was lounging on the bed, giving her a strange look.

"You okay, Bones?" His brow was furrowed and his voice was full of concern.

She just nodded, suddenly aware of the song on the radio. Involuntarily, her hips started swaying. Thanking Angela for forcing her to take a striptease class with her in college, Brennan made up her mind about her next move.

You wont admit you love me.
And so how am I ever to know?

She knew she was acting strangely, but she was nervous. This wasn't some one night stand, or the fullfillment of a biological urge. This was Booth. Her best friend. Her partner. The only person in her life who knew almost everything about her.

You only tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

Taking in a ragged breath, she suddenly knew what she wanted to do, and she knew it was going to make him a very happy man. She ran her hands from her waist up to her breasts, and sashayed toward him.

A million times I ask you,
And then I ask you over again.

She stopped just at his knees. Stepping carefully, she straddled his legs between hers and shimmied downwards until she was just above his leg. Her hands toyed with the top button of her blouse.

You only answer
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

She saw Booth's eyes start to glaze over as she undid the first button, revealing the black, silky garment underneath. Her own smile grew as she turned away from him, peeking over her shoulder at him as another button came undone.

If you cant make your mind up,
Well never get started.

When she turned back to him, he tried to reach out to her, but she slapped his hand away and shook her finger in his face, while mouthing the lyrics as she shimmied up and down over his legs again.

And I dont wanna wind up
Being parted, broken-hearted.
So if you really love me,
Say yes.

She moved off the edge of the mattress and farther away from him. With her back to him, she lowered the blouse, revealing the open back of the lingere. The audiable gasp from behind her told her that this was working better than she'd planned.

But if you dont, dear, confess.
And please dont tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

Pulling the blouse back on her shoulders, she peeked over her shoulder again while her hands worked the buttons of her slacks. Shaking her ass at him, she wriggled the pants down over the hem of the french thong panties she had on.

If you cant make your mind up,
Well never get started.
And I dont wanna wind up
Being parted, broken-hearted.

Giving up all pretense of nervousness, she walked back to the bed, and once again straddled his legs, this time, brushing the crotch of her pants against his throbbing erection. He let out a breath and reached out to hold her waist in his hands. She let the blouse fall down around his hands and off her arms.

So if you really love me,
Say yes.
But if you dont, dear, confess.

He pulled her ontop of him, and she giggled, despite herself at the very feral look in his eyes as she placed a full, open mouthed kiss on his lips.

And please dont tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps,

It took two kicks of her legs to get her jeans off, and then she was on top of him in nothing but the thing scrap of silken seduction. She rubbed her entired body against the length of his, her hands managing to undo his belt buckle and jeans in one pass.

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps,

He groaned as she did it, and then again as the second pass left him in nothing but a shirt and socks. As she rocked back up his body, he took over and rolled her underneath him, pinning her with his legs and hips. Without any thought to deccorum or care of his garment, she tugged on his shirt until it ripped at the buttons.

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps,

He pressed himself up against the now soaking wet piece of silk between her legs, causing a moan to escape her lips. Smiling he leaned down and whispered into her ear.

"Yes."

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A/N: Am I really mean? Yes. Yes I am. :) But I promise there will be a shorter wait, because I know EXACTLY where this is going now... The song, by the way, is "Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps" by Cake. (Not originally, but that's the one I was listening to.)