An: Haaaaaaaaa love this :)

Um, the next song in the line up is...

Come Back To Me (Trading Yesterday)

Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin.

-Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (Panic! At the Disco)

In the darkest hours before dawn, a woman returns to her apartment, dressed in a tight, short black dress, but with the sadness in her eyes. And in the darkest hours before dawn a man sets in a chair, his hands clasped in front of him as he watched the saddened woman close and lock her door.

"Temperance Brennan, a victim of the walk of shame," Booth chuckled, shaking and tilting his head when she gasped and turned around to look at him, her arms crossing over her chest.

"Booth, what the hell are you doing in here? It's three in the morning," Brennan argued, placing her purse on the counter with shaky hands before she walked to her couch, swaying in her stiletto heels.

"Was it worth it?" he asked, laughing and looking up to the ceiling. "Was he worth it?"

The tension between them had been palpable in the last few months, and it seemed that every time they were together they had to constantly remind themselves to not tear each others clothes apart. She had been so on edge and horny that she thought she just needed to settle biological urges, but after her run with Hacker, she was sure she only tried to get as far away from Booth as possible without actually leaving him.

"No," she answered truthfully, crossing her legs and settling her hands in her lap. "He wasn't."

"Did he cum for you?"

"Yes."

"You for him?"

"No."

His laugh was throaty, and he stood up the second she rose to her heels and moved towards her bedroom. He reached out and caught her arm, spinning her and pressing her against the wall.

"Booth," she breathed, moving to push him away from her, but stopping the second he reached behind her and gathered her hair in his hand.

"What the hell did he do?" Booth laughed, brushing his fingers against the bruises on her neck and smiling when she shivered. "Try and vacuum off your skin?"

"I'm assuming he thought I would react positively towards…that."

"He should pay more attention," he whispered, brushing his fingers across her neck again. "Even I know sucking on your neck turns you off. You prefer feathering kisses across your neck, and there's only one spot you like suckled, and that's right here," he stated, pressing his thumb against the side of her neck aligned with the back of her ear.

She shivered, and opened her mouth to speak, but gasped loudly when he leaned forward and pressed his lips to that single spot, sucking gently on the skin and pinning her back against the wall to keep her knees from giving out.

Her hands shot to his sides and she dug her nails into his ribs, whimpering and moaning as she thrashed under him, crying out when his knee rose and pressed into her core. "I also know you like friction, almost as much as you like penetration."

Brennan cried out softly and tears of pure, unrelenting pleasure fell down her cheeks, her hips grinding circles hard against his knee. "How the hell do you know all this?"

"It's my job Bones," he whispered, tightening his hold in her hair and suckling harder on her neck. "I pay attention to what people like, what they feel, and what affects them. I notice every time you touch this spot on your neck; you shiver, and move your hips."

"Oh Booth, this feels amazing," she whimpered, panting and holding onto him. "Please, please don't stop."

"I'm not gonna stop baby," Booth growled, pressing his knee into her harder. "I'm only just beginning."

"I want you inside me," Brennan ordered, her hands tightening around his sides but her fingers flared outward to keep from digging her nails fully into his skin.

"You won't last that long," he breathed, smiling and pulling back to wrap his hand around her jaw, and crush their lips together, moving his knee against her one last time, and using his body to keep her from falling when she arched against him and cried out, shivering and dampening the material of his jeans against her core, and moving her hands to his shoulders to keep her steady.

"Could Hacker do that?" Booth asked, stepping back and holding his hands out. "Make you shatter without shedding any of your clothes?"

Brennan took in a deep breath and shook her head, unable to speak as she held onto the wall and to tried to move, but stumbled, and fell forward; straight into his arms.

He brought his arm under her legs, lifting her into his chest and carrying her back into her bedroom. "Would Hacker do this?" he asked, kissing her temple as he moved into her bedroom. "Would he carry you into your room when we can't walk? Would he care about you enough to baby you, and redress you for bed when you're completely worn out?" he whispered, moving to her dresser after he rested her on her bed and pulled out a pair of shorts, a shirt, and a fresh pair of panties.

"Booth, I get it," she begged, her voice sad as she slipped off her heels and her hands shivered as she touched her bare skin and moved to push down her dress.

Booth sighed and walked to her, moving her hands away from her and pulling down her dress until it pooled at her ankles. He kissed her stomach lovingly before he pulled her shirt over her head, and gently slid her panties down her body. He moved her new panties and her shorts to her hips, and wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, kissing her temple gently "I just don't understand why you would stoop down that low."

"Because I don't know what the hell I'm doing," she admitted, sighing against his chest and stepping back into her bed, pulling him in next to her, and lying down with her head on his chest.

"You seem to know what you're doing now."

"Nope," she whispered, smiling at him and kissing his jaw. "I'm just going with what I feel for once."

"Exactly, Temperance. You seem to know what you're doing."