Title: A Dangerous Aficionado

Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.

Rating: You guessed it. M

A/N: I decided to do this in two parts as this is the only chapters were I am staying within the same POV. Basically this is because Booth won the votes. Anyway, this is what so many of you have been waiting for... I hope it's worth it. MA fans will receive a longer less edited version later in the week. The beginning of this chapter was inspired by a suggestion made to me by DemonicAyngel. So thanks... I hope it's even close to what you wanted. Writing this chapter made me think of being sixteen again and writing with my best friend. That's because she's sitting with her own laptop, writing something she's keeping very veiled. But it was great - pan-pipes do it every time.

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Tasting Temperance Part Two

She sits next to me in the car, her little nipples turning my mind into a pile of mush. I cannot concentrate on the road ahead because she trembles with cold and crosses her arms over her breasts. When she realises how desperately tight her nipples are, she takes her breasts into her hands and I cannot possibly think about anything else other than how she might look if she were touching herself. It's the incorrigible man in me, but imagining her pleasuring herself turns me on. She catches the look in my eye and smiles a little, flicking the heat on.

I flick it off, smirking a little. She glares at me, and when she reaches across again, I block her path. "It's summer, Bones," I reason. I don't mention that I really just don't want those pointed nipples to disappear. I'm quite contented to continue allowing them to distract me. She's an intelligent woman, and within a few seconds she realises what I'm doing. I see a blush creep into her cheeks and it endears me.

"Booth?" She gnaws on her lip and I know she is contemplating covering herself. I refuse to let her. She's beautiful, with the lacy edges of her bra visible through the saturated cloth and the rounded swell of her breasts too clear to me. I cannot remember being this hard in a long, long time. This has me wondering if I ever have been this hard before. I'm no trembling virgin, and neither is Brennan, but I don't think any woman has ever made me feel like this. Emotionally or physically.

"You're so hot, Bones..." I say, as the rain outside begins to ease. She smiles at me, sweet and seductive. I can't wait to touch her. To worship her lovely body. She tilts her head, soaked tendrils of dark hair clinging to her throat and her cheeks. I watch as she leans close her breasts brushing my arm as she reaches across the car and pulls my head towards her. I break hard and swerve, missing an oncoming car by a few feet. A horn rings through the air as her lips find mine and her little fingers dance over my thigh, touching me through the denim that I wear.

I groan aloud when she grinds the base of her hand into my erection. All the sex I have had in my life cannot compare to this one second when her little fingers touch me - not even skin on skin contact but it's still better than everything I've experienced before. It makes me wonder what the main event will be like. She slips her hand beneath my shirt, along my torso, the softness of her skin drives me crazy.

"Brennan..." I whisper into her lips, wondering at the horns behind me. "Please stop..." she touches me through my jeans again, the grinding motion makes me want to toss her into the back of my car and pound into her until neither of us can talk or walk.

She has the look of someone who has been irreversibly aroused as I put my hands against her shoulders and usher her back to the other side of the car. Her lips are rosy red and her cheeks are flushed. I press my foot to the accelerator and swallow hard. If I don't get us back to her apartment soon, I might be arrested for indecency. A federal officer, arrested for sex in a car? Yet, if she continues to touch herself like... that then I may well persuade myself that it is worth it.

"Stop it," I say as she slips her hands beneath her shirt.

"I really... really need you..." she whispers, the sound of her voice is filled with enough lust to drive me insane. I shift, willing myself to calm down. In ten minutes we will be at her apartment and the rest of our Sunday can be spent enjoying each other. First of my list is to touch those pointed nipples with my tongue. Even if only to convince myself that they don't taste as good as I imagine they do.

She controls herself for the remainder of the journey. We pull up next to her apartment and get out just as a blue car pulls into the curb facing her building. I wonder if our plans are obvious to any one who looks at us. Will they know that I am taking this woman to bed? I climb the steps to her building and she pushes me through the door, mumbling an apology against my mouth when my shoulder collides with the wall. I encircle her waist, my hands running along her spine, over her ass. When I thrust her against my groin, she groans loudly the sound lost inside my mouth. She grinds and rotates those little hips until I doubt my penis could take any more. I hold her away.

"Not yet..." I say, pushing the button for the elevator. I never would have imagined in a million years that Dr Temperance Brennan, the epitome of all things decent would be so sexually explicit in public. Especially within her own apartment complex. But even as we ride the elevator together, she tries to slip her hand into the waist of my jeans. Her fingers brush the head of my penis and I thrust away. "Bones!"

She jerks away, her eyes glazed and filled with a certain desperation that makes me want to take her, right where we stand. She smoothes her shirt down, trailing her fingers through the moist strands of hair that frame her face. She's the sexiest thing I have ever seen. The elevator chimes and the doors part. We're so close to her apartment, now. So close to euphoria. I knew we would eventually come to this point. From the moment I met the damn woman I have been fighting my desire to have her. I have fantasised so many times how and where we would do it. The semantics varied, but the outcome was always the same. It was perfect.

I feel at home here, now. The warmth that radiates from everything that she is and owns fills my being. I never want to be away from here. It's almost as though I belong here. My own apartment seems like a million miles away.

Brennan kicks off her sandals and turns to me, a naughty minx smile tugging at her lovely lips. I remove my own shoes, moving silently towards her. She blinks slowly, her arms slipping over my shoulders as our bodies touch. She's soft and warm. I kiss the line of her jaw as she tilts her head to look up at me. Her perfume lingers on her skin, mixed with the clean summer rain. I inhale her, my arms tightening. She's not a lot smaller than me, really, but she stands on her toes, reaching up to run her fingers along my face. I close my eyes, leaning into her.

"I thought you wanted to wait until this was over," she has the audacity to say, after arousing me and driving me crazy.

"Well, you kissed me," I say, not really sure who initiated the passionate beginning to our rampant state. She shakes her head.

"No-"

"It doesn't matter," I interrupt. "I can't wait anymore, anyway." She steps away, flicking each pearly button on her shirt until she parts the folds. I see her now, like I have ever seen her before. She's fantastic. She's everything I imagined and more. Her nipples are still hard and the urge to taste them consumes me again. I pull the lacy cup away, kneeling. She inhales in anticipation and when my lips close around the turgid rosy bud, she sharply releases her breath. It tastes better than I had imagined. It takes like her skin, vanilla and Temperance. My tongue passes over the tightly puckered flesh, revelling in how it feels against my skin. She arches against me when I circle the hardened areole. I pull back, watching how my saliva glistens there. She watches me with dark eyes the colour of priceless sapphire. I maintain her gaze, drinking in her reaction when I lick along the bottom of her breast, back to her stiffened nipple. Her lips part and she sinks her nails into my shoulders.

My fingers unzip her skirt and the pinkish linen pools at her feet. She wears panties that match her bra. I slip my fingers into them and ease them over her thighs, past her knees. She complies to my mumbled encouragement and steps out. "Bedroom?" She asks, towering naked above me. She's like a Goddess, perfect and feminine and all I want.

I pull the drapes over her window, plunging the bedroom into a hazy darkness. I don't mind, as long as I can see her. When I begin the slow unbuttoning of my shirt, her lips taste each part of my skin that I expose. I love how she offers my nipples the same attention that I gave hers. Her fingers dance over my arms, my back, digging her nails into my flesh. I wince, wondering at how much the pain arouses me.

When we tumble to her bed, our hands are frenzied and our kisses breathless. She rests her weight on my groin and parts her thighs. I cannot believe how aroused she is when I slip into her. We release a breath in perfect unison, our fingers linking as she rocks against me. I have imagined she'd be so tight. Her hair spills over her shoulders, over her breasts and I push it away to admire how stunning she looks in the muted hue of her bedroom. The smallest glimmer of sunlight peeks through the clouds, through the minute parting in her drapes and catches her hair. She looks angelic, the reddish molten captivates me as she rocks her hips against mine.

Her muscles contract around me, and she spasms, calling my name at the top of her voice. The sound ripples through her bedroom as she pulsates around me. I come inside her, my fingers sinking into the silky beauty that is her hair. I am breathlessly sated in ways I never have before.

This is perfect. I feel her slouch against me and I wonder if now is the time to confess my love.

I don't.

And I soon learn that this is the biggest mistake of my life.

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The MA version has plenty of foreplay.

I am off to play Monopoly with my best friend now. Something I would love to imagine Booth and Brennan playing. But who knew he was a fucking gambling addict? Grrr!

I apologise for any mistakes on this. My Word/Works crapped out and I had to use WordPad. Sorry!