Disclaimer: Don't own Bones.

A/n: So calling this a fight might be taking some liberties with the word, but it was pointed out to me that considering the current season, it might be a good idea to have a fun, smutty, not angsty update for this. I aim to please :) Thanks to everyone who suggested this word-there were very many of you! Enjoy!

UNDERWEAR

His lips zeroed in on the spot at the base of her throat that drove her crazy and she moaned softly, head automatically tipping back. Sure hands skimmed down her body, molding her flesh before slipping under her skirt. A delicious shiver ran through her when his long fingers brushed her thighs, but something niggled at the back of her mind. Brennan fought the haze of lust trying to remember what it was.

Fingers skimmed along the edge of her panties and she panted. When he curled those fingers along the lacy material, she remembered. "Booth!" The warning was too late as he ripped the delicate fabric easily and plunged two digits through her slick flesh. Her back arched, eyes flashing in both pleasure and aggravation. "Damn it, not again."

"Fuck," he groaned apologetically, knowing she had a right to be annoyed at yet another ruined pair of panties. "I want you so damn much." Scattering kisses all over her collarbone, Booth picked her up and whirled away from the wall.

He headed for her bedroom and Brennan bit down harder than necessary on the curve of one shoulder, right through his T-shirt. The bite was an attempt to convey her displeasure even though her body was soft and pliant in his arms.

"The next time you do that, you're going to have to replace them." Yanking up his casual blue tee, she spread her hands across his chest. "And they're expensive," she warned in a voice that would have been stern had it not been just a bit breathless.

Booth murmured his acceptance as he opened her blouse, spreading open the material but failing to remove it from her body. Her breasts spilled out over a ridiculously provocative green lace bra and he got distracted from his task of undressing her.

"I mean it, Booth," she insisted, trying to keep her wits about her and put her foot down. Brennan dragged down his pants and hiked up her skirt. Her legs spread to accommodate his body even as she lectured, "You can't keep destroying my underwear. Do you know how many pairs you've gone through in the last three months?"

He didn't. He'd lost count. He couldn't seem to touch her without tearing something, usually her oh-so-delicate underwear. It had been a surprise to Booth that she liked ultra lacey lingerie. And it had been quite eye-opening for her that he couldn't keep from ripping it off. She liked him out of control, Brennan had to admit, but if she didn't put a stop to this, she was going to find herself constantly in need of new underwear.

"I'll replace them," Booth promised, voice hoarse and dazed as he flicked open the front clasp of her pretty bra and showered deep, wet kisses over the perfect curves.

"That pair was about 150 dollars."

Booth's head snapped up, releasing the nipple he'd been toying with and she let out a little sound of protest. "Are you freaking kidding me?" His eyes went wide in disbelief. "Shit, Bones, you spend over a hundred bucks in panties?"

"The amount may be somewhat exorbitant," she conceded, running her hands in a sensual caress across his back. "But sometimes, I just can't help the indulgence."

Booth smiled at the unusual admission. He would have never in a million years guessed that his rational, grounded partner would fall victim to such unadulterated feminine extravagance. But he'd been learning all kinds of new things about her over the last three months … like the soft, purring sound she made when he traced his fingers softly, up and down her lush sex.

"I wish you told me sooner how expensive they were." He'd ripped countless of her lacy little panties. Booth tried to do the math in his head and the estimate he came up with nearly made him wince. "A hundred and fifty bucks for underwear," he repeated, stunned. "That's just wrong, Bones."

"Well, now you know." Brennan attempted a stern tone, but he was hard and ready between her thighs and she was a lot more concerned with that at the moment. "Just try to exercise more self-control in the future."

"More self-control, huh?" He smiled knowingly as her body rubbed against his, seeking to end the conversation and get the show on the road. "I thought you liked it when I lost control."

Voice low and soft, he trailed one hand down her stomach, her parted bra and blouse revealing creamy flesh. His fingers skimmed over her taut belly before dipping between her thighs. Using two fingers, Booth rubbed her petal-soft folds slowly without any penetration. Her nails dug into his shoulders and she panted his name in unmistakable impatience. He was pretty fucking impatient himself, so he removed his fingers and entered her in one blunt thrust.

"Damn." She was so tight and hot, he almost came on the spot. "Please, tell me you're close because—"

"Yeah," she moaned, digging her nails so hard, half-moon circles formed on his skin. "Yes … there. Booth, right there."

He grunted, thrusting again at the angle that seemed to be driving her wild. Keeping his eyes open, Booth pounded hard inside her. The flush to her skin and the glaze to her eyes excited him and looking down at her, it hit him that while he had unbuttoned her blouse and unsnapped her bra, he'd never actually got them off. Ditto for her skirt, which was hiked around her hips. The only thing he'd managed to remove from her body was the panties he'd ripped. Any other time he might have felt guilty, but it was hard to feel anything other than pulse-pounding pleasure while he was fucking her silly.

-x-

She was late, which told Booth that she had likely lost track of time at work. He thought about teasing her, since she was usually anal about punctuality, but when he saw her walking towards him, all thoughts of teasing disappeared.

"I'm sorry I'm late," Brennan apologized, smiling when Booth got up automatically. His old school gentleman's etiquette alternatively puzzled and warmed her. "I lost track of time and then I had to go home and change …"

"Don't worry about it." His eyes raked down her body, pupils nearly dilating at the skin-tight, strappy black dress. Oh. He had a very long-standing fetish involving her and a little black dress. Didn't matter how many times he saw her in one, it always left his throat feeling dry and his fingertips tingling. Always. "You look … damn, that dress is making my fingers itch."

She smiled innocently. "Itch to do what?"

Booth's eyes narrowed. She could affect innocence without even trying, just by virtue of those big blue eyes, but he wasn't fooled. "What the heck do you think?"

"You requested fancy and sexy attire," she quoted him. "I believe this qualifies."

"Sure does," he breathed appreciatively, leaning over to kiss her cheek before sitting down. "Thanks."

"Is this a special occasion?" Brennan asked, wondering if she had forgotten about some important date.

"Nah," Booth shrugged, handing her a glass of wine. "Just, you know, we haven't really had a real date in a while."

"What about Tuesday?"

"What?" he scoffed in dismissal. "No, Bones, that wasn't a date. That was take-out in your office and then sex at your place."

"Dinner and sex do not constitute a date?"

Booth rolled his eyes in exasperation. "You know what I mean, Bones." He could tell by the glint in her eyes that she was giving him a hard time on purpose. "Plus, I missed you."

"You saw me Wednesday morning," Brennan pointed out.

"Yeah and today is Friday," he returned with a shake of his head. "You're hopeless. Not an ounce of romance in you."

Brennan laughed because she knew he was teasing. "I believe it was very romantic of me to wear this very provocative outfit for you."

"All right, Bones …" He raised an amused eyebrow. "After dinner, we'll go look up romance in the dictionary."

-x-

Once dinner was over, Brennan talked him into going to her place instead of his. Booth tried valiantly to put up a fight.

But I don't have any clothes at your place. I came over last time; it's your turn today. You don't have any decent breakfast food.

"Booth, I have an early morning meeting with my agent," Brennan argued, giving him her best pretty please look. "And I do concede that it's my turn, but I don't want to have to rush in the morning. You know I hate to rush."

"Jeez, why are you even having a meeting on a Saturday?" he grumbled and then quickly added, "That was rhetorical, Bones."

"Look, we can do the next two nights at your place," she wheedled.

"All right," he gave in, taking the exit to her apartment. "But please, baby, please, I need something other than oatmeal for breakfast."

"I have other food besides …" Brennan tried to defend herself but at the dark look he threw her, she just nodded. "Okay, I'll get some bacon and some pancakes next time I go grocery shopping."

-x-

By the time they got to her apartment, Booth had forgotten all about his poor breakfast options. The only thing on his mind was running his hands all over her.

The minute the door closed behind them, he cupped her waist, nuzzling her neck. "You smell fantastic."

His hands glided over her bottom, pressing her into him. He had been thinking of little else but molding her curves with his hands all night long. As he did so, it occurred to Booth that he couldn't detect anything but the smooth material of her dress. The black fabric molded to every curve like a second skin and yet he couldn't feel even a hint of her underwear.

"You're naked under this dress, aren't you?" His head jerked up on the realization. "Shit, you've been naked all night."

"I have," Brennan agreed easily, grabbing his hand and leading him to her bedroom. "I believe this will simplify things considerably."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean there is no underwear to get in your way."

"Are you serious?" His eyes narrowed. "This is your way of making sure I don't ruin anymore of your underwear?"

"Well, at least for tonight." Brennan gave him her back so he could unzip her.

"I told you I was going to be more careful," Booth reminded, lowering her zipper and letting the dress pool on the floor."

"You've said that before." Unspoken went the fact that he hadn't been very successful in his attempts.

"Yeah, but that was before I knew it could bankrupt you if I kept ripping them."

"That's ridiculous—"

"Yeah, Bones, I'm exaggerating to make my point," he retorted, feeling a little irritated with her lack of faith. "So your big plan is to walk around without panties every time we go out?"

"Not always." She shrugged casually. "Maybe just until you learn some self-control."

Booth couldn't tell whether she was serious or not, but now he was definitely feeling irked. "Hey, I have plenty of self-control." Her dubious look made him grit his teeth. "Look, I already told you, your ridiculously expensive panties are safe, all right."

"I'm naked here, Booth." She detected his annoyance and just barely prevented herself from rolling her eyes. "Do you really wish to engage in an argument about underwear now?"

Turning on his heel, Booth headed for the drawer he usually saw her grab underwear from. His eyes nearly crossed at the sea of pretty little panties and he grabbed one at random.

Brennan gasped in surprise when he scooped her up and dropped her unceremoniously on the bed. "What are you doing?"

"I'm a little annoyed with you right now," he explained mildly, rolling a pair of deep red panties up her legs and straddling her. "And also fucking turned on, so this is going to be interesting."

She could only watch, fascinated, as he unbuttoned his crisp black shirt and dropped it over the side of the bed. Brennan gathered he was going to prove some point and said point required that she be wearing panties. Admittedly, it felt erotic to be under him, wearing nothing but the soft piece of lace, but she really had no idea where he was going with this. "What are you doing, Booth?"

"I'm going to touch you until you beg me to rip them off." His eyes glittered as he leaned forward and palmed her naked breasts. "And then, I will remove them carefully. Very, very carefully."

"Oh."

"Yeah," he smiled predatorily, thumbing her nipples until they were nice and stiff. "By the time they come off, they'll be soaked through, but they'll be intact."

The words alone excited her. And then he was licking her nipples, making her eyes close, blissfully. Brennan couldn't identify why the way he tongued her always electrified her, but whatever he did felt perfect. Every single time.

His lips closed around one stiff peak, sucking lightly but with a steely determination that aroused her unbearably. By the time he switched to the other one, she was fisting the sheets madly. She felt one hand skim down her bare stomach and her legs parted in anticipation. His fingers brushed her thighs and then he was cupping her through her underwear, rubbing her with two perfectly placed fingers.

"Booth," she moaned his name, simply a vocalization of the heat moving through her body. His response was to release her nipple and kiss a straight line down her body. His mouth had left her nipples wet and achy and she wanted to object at the sudden redirection, but couldn't form the words, not when she was desperate for him to reach his new destination.

When his teeth caught on the waistband of her panties, Brennan thought maybe he would forget his task and simply rip them off her in this new way. But there was no tearing sound, only his tongue tracing the lacy edge. Only his lips, pressing kisses on her core and his tongue tasting her through the very wet fabric plastered to her.

"You're so damn wet," he murmured in appreciation and even some surprise. "I can taste you so easily even through these panties."

Brennan was surprised herself at the effect his mouth-on-her-but-not-really-on-her was having. She had to admit, it was simply maddening, but in the best possible way. "You're driving me crazy."

He grinned wickedly at her confession, grabbing her hips and easily rolling her until she rested on her stomach. Brennan was momentarily startled, but then she was moaning into her pillow as his lips kissed her nape and then down her spine. Teeth scraped against her skin erotically, followed by his fingers tracing the edge of her panties as it curved around her bottom. It took her a moment to realize that he was pushing the material between her cheeks, practically turning the brief cut into a g-string and baring the curves of her ass. Her knees automatically pushed down into the mattress, tilting her bottom up, right into the press of his mouth. Now, she was really starting to feel it, that almost-painful throbbing between her legs that demanded he fill her up to the brim.

"Just take them off," she panted, maddened by the way he continued to toy with her; nipping, kissing, licking through and around the barrier of her underwear … arousing, yes, but not nearly substantial enough to be truly satisfying.

He shifted on the bed, moving away from her. Brennan moved to her back once more to see him removing the rest of his clothes, which consisted of his slacks and boxers. Judging by his sizable erection, he seemed to be nearly as aroused as she was and it made her assume that he was ready to stop playing.

That assumption was apparently wrong, because when her fingers hooked on the edge of her panties, ready to yank them down, he simply said, "No."

"Booth, come on, I think …oh, god, you feel good," she gasped as he moved his naked body over hers, pressing his hard-on right between her spread legs. "You're so hard. Everywhere." She ran her hands all over him in unadulterated enthusiasm, her legs locking around his hips like a vise.

"And you're so very soft," he growled in masculine satisfaction, rocking against the softest part of her. "Soft and wet," Booth whispered seductively at her ear. "Just how I like it." He palmed her hips, fingering that red lace, the one thing that was keeping him from burying his cock inside her to the hilt. "You know I'm desperate to get inside you, right?"

"Do it. God, just get inside me." Her nails raked across his back as additional incentive. "I don't even care if you rip them anymore," she breathed raggedly, hips bucking up to make contact with his erection again. "I really don't."

"I told you I wouldn't," he repeated stubbornly, dropping his head to work a nipple with his mouth even as he continued to grind against her.

"I don't care what you do to them," she nearly screamed. "Just do something before I kill you!"

Booth chuckled breathlessly. "I take that to mean, you want them off, right?" he couldn't help tease.

"Yes. Off, off, off," she chanted eagerly, her eyes wide and feverish in their excitement. It was the most adorable thing and he couldn't help but give in, his slight irritation long melted away under the heat of her touch and passionate response.

True to his word, he rolled those damned delicate panties off her carefully, making sure not to ruin them. But he did it quickly, tossing them away before slamming into her in one blissful thrust.

Her moan merged with his groan of pleasure and he set a fast pace, driving into her, again and again. Booth braced his hands on the bed, gaining leverage and she ran her hands over his chest, before holding on to his biceps. Brennan's back arched with each thrust, hips driving up to meet him. His breathing was ragged, soft grunts escaping his lips on every hard slide into her body, but he never lost that controlled, smooth rhythm until she shuddered and seized around him. Nails dug into his skin hard enough to mark, but he barely felt it as she clasped him tightly, her flesh hungry for his. With one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came, letting her still fluttering muscles drain him dry.

"Bones?"

Her eyes opened dazedly, her breathing still fast and heavy. "Yes?"

Booth raised his head, a smile hitting his lips at her tumbled hair and flushed cheeks. "Damn," he breathed with an almost wry shake of his head. "So fucking good."

"I concur." She gave him a slightly mischievous smile. "If I were to conduct a cost-benefit analysis, I'd say, well worth the cost of any ruined underwear."

"Hey, I didn't ruin anything!" Booth defended, just a tad indignant.

"I know," Brennan soothed, brushing her lips against his shoulder. "Your self-control was admirable."

Booth sent her a narrowed eyed look, trying to figure out if she was making fun of him. It was the twinkle in her eyes that gave her away and he had to smile at her teasing. His rational partner rarely teased and he loved when she relaxed enough to be playful. With a little mock growl, he buried his face against her neck, nipping lightly before rolling with her in his arms so that she was sprawled on top of him.

"When it comes to you, I've spent over half a decade engaged in a vicious battle for self-control," he pointed out, fingers brushing back her hair. "Those panties of yours have just been collateral damage in the war."

-x-

p.s. Okay, what do we want to see for V? I've noticed there seems to be quite a drop in fanfic readership lately, which is unsurprising, all things considered, but for those still reading, chime in with your words/thoughts for V!