Disclaimer: Don't own Bones.

A/N: Ok, all--dessert. I realize the pressure was on and I hope it meets expectations. This chapter took a slightly unexpected turn for me as I just couldn't help the reminder of how this whole thing started for B/B. But it's still pretty long and smutty. I hope you all like it but if u don't I'd still like to know, sometimes writing is just trial and error. So review your little hearts out and let me know what you think!

Also, I'll try to post once a week (likely Sunday night)on this story. I have a likely conclusion in mind but not for at least 7 or so more chapters. BUT I've decided to write smutty unconnected little drabbles all about B/B and with no storyline to keep track of and shorter word count I expect they'll be much quicker to write so once I have a number of them I'll post them throughout the week. Hopefully it'll make the wait shorter. hopefully :)

Chapter 14: Dessert


The dinner plates had been efficiently cleared by the oh so competent wait staff.

It was now time for dessert.

Brennan found it impossible to break eye contact as Booth sucked her middle finger into his mouth. She was transfixed as he swirled his tongue around it before popping it back out.

"Touch yourself, Bones."

What?

Did she hear him correctly? The smirk on his too-gorgeous face told Brennan that she absolutely did.

"I thought that was supposed to be your job, Booth." She argued, though Brennan wasn't really sure why she was arguing with him about this. It's not like she hadn't gone damp the second the words left his mouth. Maybe arguing with him was exactly the point, because arguing with Booth was inevitably exciting.

"Nice try, but I bet you just spread your legs under the table." His lips sucked her finger again. "It's getting you hot, isn't it? Just thinking about touching yourself right here. Believe me, it's getting me hot too."

"Let go of my hand." He was so right and there was no point in pretending otherwise. "How far do you want me to get myself, Booth?" She smiled at the way his hand tightened around hers. Two could play the provocative words game.

"Not very, Bones." Booth was determined not to let her rattle him.

Dinner had been fairly neutral territory. But appetizers had belonged to her and now dessert belonged to him.

"Just enough so that I can taste you on your finger when I suck it into my mouth again." He was very gratified at the glazed look in her eyes as he released her hand.

Unable to look away from him, Brennan slowly moved her hand under the table and slipped her wet finger inside her body. She kept her eyes on his as she moved her finger leisurely, dipping it down a little to test her wetness before stroking herself just a little faster.

Oh, god. She bit her lip to keep quiet.

She'd gone from damp to wet with one touch and she knew he knew when he whispered, "Are you nice and slippery?"

Brennan nodded yes as she rubbed her slick moisture over her clit. It felt so good to feel her wetness coating her walls as she fondled herself lazily.

"I wanna taste, Bones." At his words, she brought her hand up and Booth immediately brought it to his lips. He sucked her finger clean and this time she closed her eyes in pleasure.

When Booth released her hand, Brennan opened her eyes again and before he could even ask, she returned her hand between her legs and used two fingers to stimulate herself.

She rubbed slowly, letting her forehead fall on his shoulder as she played with herself. There was something so decadently seductive about sitting next to him, head on his shoulder, while she pleasured herself under the table.

Just as she was beginning to feel the tension escalate deliciously, Booth dropped a kiss on her head, saying, "Bones." And Brennan knew her time was up. She couldn't help the slight moan as she purposely dragged her fingers over her clit on the way out.

Booth almost moaned himself at her glistening wet fingers. She tasted so outrageously good he could barely wait until he got to use his tongue on her. Holy hell, he was going to lap her up like the most delicious cream.

As he licked her fingers again Booth wondered just how close she was getting herself every time she dipped that hand down. She was panting a little and he didn't want the game to go too far because there was just no way he was going to let her get herself off.

Booth had barely released her hand when she moved it under the table again. This time, Brennan wasn't playing around. She rubbed her clit in fast little circles and then used her fingers to stroke in and out her body in quick, shallow motions.

Booth could hear her panting getting faster and faster and knew it was time to intervene. He kept one hand on the table, but moved the other down to place it high on the inside of her thigh.

"Bones," his voice was low. "You are getting close, aren't you?"

"Yes." She gasped her answer as she stroked herself faster.

She had never been this wet just from touching herself. She never even got this wet when she fucked herself with a vibrator. Oh, god, it seemed she only ever got this wet for him.

"How close?" Booth's own voice was becoming strained. It was almost ridiculous how much this was turning him on; just knowing that she was pleasuring herself madly right there next to him.

"So very close." Her fingers were moving frantically inside her body now. She turned her head into him and bit his shoulder right through his shirt.

"Stop." Booth tried to make his voice stern and uncompromising, but it was a little hard when he wanted to watch her play with herself so much.

But he wanted to play with her more. So making his tone firmer he repeated, "Temperance, stop."

"No." The response was automatic, even though Brennan knew he wasn't going to give her a choice. Even though she was desperate to feel his fingers deep inside of her. Because no matter how good she was feeling right know, she knew he could make her feel even better.

"Yes. I'm not going to let you finish yourself off, Bones. You know I'm not, so stop before I make you."

But Booth knew she wasn't going to listen, so he moved the hand on her thigh to grip her wrist and whispered hotly in her ear, "I know you like fingering yourself, Bones, but you know what, I can finger you so much better."

Oh, yes he could. She had first-hand knowledge of that indecently erotic fact now.

"Oh, God." She moaned, but whether because of his words or because he removed her hand, Brennan really couldn't say. When he brought her fingers to his mouth, she felt every tug of his lips echo low in her belly.

Brennan pressed her thighs together, trying to relieve the throbbing between her legs. But when she felt her thighs rub wetly, she couldn't help spreading them again.

"Your hands on the table, Bones," Booth echoed her earlier words. "No matter what."

Before she could answer, Brennan saw their waiter approaching with dessert and tried desperately to compose herself.

The desserts placed in front of them looked amazing, but Brennan could barely see them through the arousal battering her body.

She felt drugged with pleasure. Her temples were pounding, the pulse at her neck beating wildly, and her nipples so tight they ached. She was gripping the table hard, desperately trying to prevent her hands from reaching up and rubbing her breasts roughly over her dress.

"Eat your cake, Bones. I know how much you were looking forward to dessert." Picking up a strawberry from the little bowl the waiter had set down next to his pie, Booth added, "So was I."

But instead of eating the strawberry, he brought it under the table suddenly and used it to tease her wet, little pussy.

"Booth!" Brennan's entire body jerked in surprise at the feel of the cold fruit as well as the unexpected caress.

He rubbed the fruit softly up and down over the entrance to her body before he popped it in his mouth.

Ignoring her shocked gasp, he placed the spoon in her hand, "The waiter said our dessert was on the house for you, Bones. You don't want to make them think you didn't like it, right?"

Picking up his own spoon, Booth dug into his pie. After a couple of bites of the absolutely scrumptious pastry, he picked up another strawberry. This one, he rubbed over her swollen clit, stimulating her with the tip of the strawberry until she nearly passed out.

" 'Cause you like it, don't you Bones?" Oh, the bastard. "You like it so much."

Refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer, she started eating her dessert. Brennan had eaten this cake before so she knew the fudge was perfect and the cake moist and delicious. But right now she couldn't appreciate any of these subtleties, because he was making sure she could process nothing but him and his damn strawberries.

Booth had to smile at her silent rebellion. He loved her like this, so turned on and ready it was making his head spin. Or maybe it was the taste of her that was making him lightheaded. Because the pie was incredibly good, but the Brennan-covered strawberries were even better.

Brennan almost whimpered when she saw him reach for another one. She didn't know how much longer she could take this. Her body had been so, so ready to feel his long, wide fingers slide into her and instead he started this teasing game that was making her lose her mind.

Didn't Booth realize she needed her mind? Without it she'd get fired and would be unable to work with him anymore.

Apparently, he didn't realize because he moved the strawberry down and pushed the tip a little inside her body. He thrust the tip of the fruit into her a few times until she wanted to scream in sheer frustration.

God, she wanted his fingers on her. But even more than that, she wanted his rock-hard cock thrusting into her. Either way, one thing was for sure, a strawberry was just not going to cut it.

"Booth . . . stop, just stop with the damn strawberries." Her voice sounded desperate and she didn't care anymore.

"But they are so tasty, Bones." Oh, he sounded like he could go through the damn bowl before he finally touched her.

No way was she letting that happen.

Brennan knew she wouldn't be playing fair but, again, she didn't care. Because he already had an unfair advantage.

Her body, her mind, her heart so incredibly susceptible to him, so desperate for him.

So very unfair.

"You promised to finger fuck me, Booth and you've yet to follow through," she fleetingly wondered if she should sensor her next words and decided to hell with it. "I know you don't want me to be thinking about the fact that I could be here with someone else who would be more than happy to use his fingers on me."

Brennan wondered if he would rise to the bait. After all, he had to know by now that she wanted him so badly it was almost laughable. He had to know no one else would do it for her after this. After him. Rationally thinking, the words should just roll off his back.

But, of course, when it came to her, Booth only had a passing acquaintance with rationality.

Booth dropped the strawberry he had picked up back into the bowl. Before she could even blink he whipped his hand under the table and slid his fingers roughly into her.

"Oh, YES!" Brennan wasn't sure if she'd kept her voice at an appropriate decibel because his fingers had slid so deep inside her body she was certain she would feel him for the rest of the night.

He stroked her furiously and then he stopped.

"Bones, listen to me very carefully." His voice was suddenly seething, all playfulness gone, but it did absolutely nothing to dampen her excitement.

Brennan's spoon dropped from her nerveless fingers as she waited breathlessly for his reaction to her reckless words.

Booth knew she had been trying to get precisely this reaction out of him, but he was helpless not to give it to her. Her words had washed over him unexpectedly and reminded him precisely of the fact that some other man could have been here with her, touching her like this.

She was going to spend all night, and every other night from now on, in his arms, but at least for tonight, it could so easily have been someone else.

Booth had promised himself he wasn't going to let her rattle him, but she was so damn good at it.

"I know you are trying to push my buttons. I know it. But, it doesn't really matter that I know, does it? Because you know exactly how to push, don't you?" He used two fingers to spread her, and used his middle finger to rub her now exposed clit in hard, but precise circles.

It was Brennan's turn to bury her face in his neck and try to muffle the ecstatic sounds coming helplessly out of her.

"You got what you wanted, Bones. Just like you knew you would. But I know that when you decided to press that particular button you also realized there would be consequences. And I'll be more than happy to show you just how right you were."

The two fingers spreading her and the one rubbing her clit dipped suddenly inside her. He used his fingers mercilessly on her. And she trembled blissfully against Booth's hard body as his words, low and uncompromising, washed over her.

"I'm going to fuck you with my fingers now, just like you want me to, Bones. But later tonight when I have you in my bed, you better remember there are always consequences when your aim hits the mark."

He stroked his fingers in and out of her just a little violently. She was so damn slick Booth knew he wasn't hurting her. He was just giving her something to think about.

"I know this is for me, Bones," he whispered darkly as he stroked her harder so she would have no doubt what he was talking about.

Booth had long ago dropped his own spoon, pie forgotten and now he brought his hand to cup her face against him. He rubbed his thumb over her cheek in a gentle caress even as he told her in a hard, hard voice, "I know your excitement, your moans, your fucking delicious wetness is all for me."

His fingers inside of her were out of control, emphasizing his words with rough, relentless strokes.

Brennan brought one hand to his chest and gripped his shirt tightly as she opened her mouth on his neck in soundless moans.

"I know the things I'll do to you tonight, the things I've done, you'll never again let anyone else do, Bones. And I know you know that and that knowledge is the only thing keeping me from taking you right here, right fucking now." Booth's words were low but so precisely enunciated that they seemed to vibrate the very air with their force.

"Instead I'll wait until we get home to show you exactly why you'll only ever spread your legs this desperately for me, Bones. Why you'll only ever be this wild, this frantic, this unrestrained for me. With me, Bones."

He felt almost feral, the intensity of his emotions compromising his control on every possible level.

Booth closed his eyes to regain some of that control but couldn't find any and so he stroked her harder to anchor himself as she dug her nails into him. Every thrust of his fingers on the way in and on the way out rubbed her clit ruthlessly until she finally came apart, helpless against the onslaught of sensations hitting her body like blows.

"I know," she told him on a breathless gasp, the orgasm ripping through her with the intensity of a storm. She closed her legs, trapping his fingers inside her, as her body continued to vibrate.

"I know you already know, Bones. But I'm going to make sure and remind you all damn night long." His heart was pounding viciously in his chest, reminding Booth he lost his goddamn mind. He used his fingers and his words to let her know, in no uncertain terms, she was his and wondered if she was going to kick his ass once she recovered.

Booth turned his head and kissed her damp forehead, over and over. He was petting her softly now as she shuddered lightly against him.

He'd meant every single word he whispered to her but couldn't help wonder if he'd terrified her with such pure, unadulterated passion . . . because, my god, he'd damn near terrified himself.