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A/n: Companion piece to #33 (Steamy). Enjoy!

Sizzling

Oh man, how was he going to get through this without giving himself a stroke?

"Booth, you were distracted all throughout dinner." His partner's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Is everything okay?"

"Oh yeah," he reassured with a smile as they entered her apartment. "Can you please dim the lights, Bones?"

"Why?" Brennan asked, but she moved to the switch anyway and turned the lights almost all the way down.

"Because I want to ask my questions without worrying about how much I'm blushing," he answered candidly, sitting on her nice, comfy couch.

"Oh." Remembering their conversation two days ago at his place, it suddenly hit Brennan why he'd been so distracted at dinner: it was his turn to ask the questions. "Do you want a beer or something?"

"No." He leaned back and smiled. "I want you to come here."

Dropping her keys and purse on the table, she moved towards him, her body growing pleasantly warm at the husky undertone she could already detect in his voice.

"You know, Angela informs me that we've barely gotten past second base," she whispered, straddling him on the couch and twining her arms around his neck.

"Oh god, Bones," he groaned, his own arms circling her waist. "Please, tell me you keep your girl talk with Angela fairly non-descript."

"For the most part I do, but then again, I don't really have too many details to share with her, do I?" she reminded him.

"Believe me, Bones, I'm well aware what base we are at." Booth trailed his lips along her throat and up to her jaw as he asked, "And you know why, don't you? You know that the only reason I've managed to keep any control over myself is because I've barely done anything other than kiss you."

"Are you going to let go of your control?" she inquired, brushing her lips over his.

"Yes," he vowed. "As soon as you get back from New York." She was leaving tomorrow for two days on some book event and he was already missing her. "I don't want our first time to be right before you have to go out of town. I want to spend the next day wrapped all over you."

"Oh yes," she agreed, her voice becoming breathless as he started moving his hands up under her skirt. "What are you doing?"

"Getting to third base," Booth husked, running one hand all the way up and brushing his fingers softly over the front of her panties. He loved how she wore dresses or skirts whenever they went on a date, every single time he had wanted to run his hands between her legs and fondle her crazily. Her breathy pants told him she liked it but he wanted to hear her say it, after all, it was his turn to get answers tonight.

"Do you like this?" Caressing her lightly through her silky underwear, he asked, "Do you like to be teased like this, or would you rather feel my fingers stroking into you with hardly any warning?"

"Right now I … mmm… I like the teasing," she answered, her voice breathy and excited. "Can you … oohhh … can you please slip your fingers under my panties and touch me?"

"So very polite, Bones," he teased, moving her underwear aside and rubbing her clit softly. "And so very wet. Shit, you are so hot." His erection strained painfully against the front of his jeans as she moved sensually on his fingers.

Placing small kisses on her collarbone, Booth tried to think past his arousal.

"Do you want me to talk to you in bed?"

"Yes." Brennan didn't even hesitate.

"Wow, that was quick." He was a little surprised not only at the quickness but at the tinge of excitement in her immediate response. "So, talking gets you hot, huh?"

"Very." Leaning into him, she whispered in his ear, "Finger-fuck me a little faster, Booth."

His fingers automatically jerked a little roughly into her, his words coming out strained as he wondered, "Just how dirty do you like it?"

"Very," she repeated honestly. "But you really don't have to, Booth, I know it can be uncomfortable for you to …"

"Bones," he interrupted her hurried words. "You really think it's going to be a problem for me to talk dirty to you?"

"It doesn't matter, Booth," she tried to reassure. "I don't care about …"

"Do you like to get your pussy licked?"

"Yes," she gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders.

"I really can't wait to eat you out," he murmured hotly against the base of her throat. "I bet you taste better than my favorite fruit pie."

"Oh fuck," she moaned, prompting his next question.

"How do you like to be fucked, Bones?" He trailed his lips to her chest and suckled one nipple through her clothes.

"However you want to fuck me, Booth," she answered, moving her hands to his head and threading her fingers into his hair. "That's how I like it."

"That's cheating," he accused against her breast. "You are supposed to give me an answer."

"That's my answer," she said, rocking her hips on his finger. "Booth, rub me harder."

"You are so bossy," he told her but pressed his fingers in hard little circles over her swollen clit. "Are you going to try and boss me around in bed?"

"Are you going to let me?" she retorted, gripping his hair as he continued to suck her through the barrier of her blouse and bra.

"Maybe," he conceded. "If it turns you on." Moving his head up, Booth crushed her mouth to his, stroking his tongue furiously inside her, he confessed, "I want to turn you on so bad, you are fucking out of control."

"You do," she panted against his lips. "And it turns me on when you are bossy too."

"Yeah?" He trailed his free hand under her blouse and cupped her breast. "So, if I tell you to get on your knees and suck my cock, are you going to be all wet when you do it?"

"Booth …" She buried her face in his neck, snaking her hands under his shirt and raking her nails on his taut stomach. "Oh god, I'm so close."

"If I bend you over my desk, are you going to be all hot and slippery when I fuck you from behind?" He felt moisture flood his fingers and rubbed harder, his other hand moving from her breast to her smooth back as he pressed her against his chest.

She was panting deliciously against him and he closed his eyes, his hand caressing her back as he whispered in her ear, "If I tell you to open your legs so that I can lick you clean, are you going to let me tongue-fuck your tight little cunt for hours?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Brennan chanted desperately, an answer to both his questions and the relief coursing through her.

Coming down from the orgasm, she realized he was breathing hard and he was still hard under her. Trailing her hands down his stomach, she moved to unsnap his jeans, but even though his eyes were closed and his head was thrown back against the couch, he gripped her wrists.

"No," he groaned. "Don't unzip me or I'm going to have you on your back before you even lower the zipper."

"Booth," she protested. "But I want you to …"

"Here." Taking one of her hands, he pressed it over his bulging erection. "Just … oh yes, fuck, Bones, yes!" Cupping him immediately, she stroked him hard through his blue jeans, rotating her hand swiftly and creating the kind of friction that sent him over that edge he was already so close to.

"Bones, if that's what you can do to me with my pants still on, how am I going to keep my sanity when I have you skin to skin?"

She smiled beautifully, kissing him sweetly and snuggling into him. "The next two days will be endless."

"I know, Bones, I know," he sighed against her hair, holding her close. "One last question?"

"Mmm?"

"When you get back, will you let me make love to you all night?"

"Yes," she stroked his jaw gently. "For as long as you want."

He stroked her hair, and in his mind he answered without hesitation.

I want forever.