Title: This is Life

Rating: M and for those in the loop, MA (which really is much more graphic than this one…)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.

A/N: If you like the place where Booth and Brennan have sex in this chapter, then it's owed to Jaed for she pitched the idea to me. Thanks a lot, babe, I really enjoyed writing it – plus it probably lengthened my chapter for I had to get them from the balcony to… well… you know. Thanks.

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Her body quaked in response to the question.

The presence of him hung in the air, layered with sparking, electric sexuality and shining with the sensual promise of an orgasm that would start where he touched her and radiate everywhere, including her toes.

Within the ballroom there was a flurry of activity, Christmas music and jubilant singing, and as Booth's fingers caressed the length of her arms as if tuning an instrument, she was delightfully relieved that he'd tossed the proposition down – for she hated Christmas music, she hated singing and most of all, she hated being ogled by men she didn't and never would, have interest in.

Booth smiled, watching how her lips tightened in soft defiance of him. He clicked his tongue, his eyes sensual as he blinked with the slow laziness of a person who was not in a hurry. Despite standing on a snowy balcony and possibly moments away from discovery, he didn't rush.

"You have that stiff look of someone who doesn't want to feed my ego," he quipped, his thumb pausing over the fairly steady pulse at her wrist. "And you're almost convincing me that you don't want it, Bones," he whispered, shifting towards her, his hard erection brushing her hip. "If it weren't for this…" His hands grazed her nipples, harder than bullets, straining against her dress. She released a breathy sigh, her hands reaching out for him, the façade dropped in the instant he touched her.

He smiled, his fingers moving over the fine hair at the nape of her neck, drawing in for a tentative, almost tormenting kiss that stilled the oxygen in her lungs and left her craving the sweet slip of his tongue. But he held their somewhat perfunctory kiss for a long moment, touching only the corner of her mouth with his tongue, and her lips parted in startled response to the searing dagger of heat that ravaged through her body.

Running his hand over the smooth line of her back, urging her to arch into him, he felt her tongue move against his, tasting him as she vividly recalled what things his tongue could do to her body, starting with her breasts, which he would offer plentiful attention to, then her thighs, where he would taste the vanilla scented skin there and just when she was unaware, he'd thrust his tongue inside her.

Her hips jerked in response to her thoughts, her fingers digging into his arm.

"Getting ahead of yourself, Bones?" he asked, his palm grinding against her malleable breast. Her lips parted, a semi-moan drawn from her chest, brought forth by his erection against her thigh and the raw sexuality he unleashed on her. Perhaps it was the early states of her pregnancy but she was insatiable and lurid thoughts of his penis flashed through her mind.

"Oh God…" she whispered, cupping him through his pants. "Booth…"

His chuckle sounded guttural, almost strained as he bunched the chiffon and satin in his hands, his fingertips grazing the back of her thighs, his palm encountering the silken material of her underwear, and he looked almost disappointed. "You're making this difficult, Bones," he said with soft censure, stroking her through the silk. She moaned. "Meet me," he whispered, "at the coatroom in ten minutes."

And he released her, leaving her against the balcony, breathless, unreleased and wallowing in the scent of her own arousal as he slipped back into the ballroom with calm collected composure of a man who had, perhaps, been outside for a cigarette, not winding his sexually charged lover to a tight, pre-orgasmic point.

"Fuck…" she whispered to herself, pressing her palms against her fevered cheeks. "Bastard…"

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Climbing the sweeping staircase to the first floor of the hotel, Brennan padded along the corridor, determined to maintain her cool composure and not reveal to anyone who might pass that she was seeking sexual release.

No one did pass, however, and the corridor remained eerily silent as she approached the coatroom at the far end.

She frowned, glancing behind, half expecting to find the attendant to come after her. She heard nothing.

Slipping inside, Brennan frowned, encountering only darkness. "Booth…?" she whispered, somewhat intimidated by the darkness. There was no answer, but she felt his hands on her, touching everywhere, unzipping the fine line of her dress. The whispery material pooled at her feet, and she jerked, his lips touching the base of her spine. "Booth… where is the coat attendant?" she asked, her voice a breathless whisper lost in amidst the wintry coats.

"It's amazing," he growled, dipping his tongue into the soft dimple in her back, "what forty bucks and charming smile can get you." She pressed her hands to the walls, recalling that the room was frightfully small and if Booth was going to take her here, they'd better be careful not to leave stains on someone's expensive wool coat.

"And what does forty bucks get you, Booth?" she asked, her body throbbing as he reached up, fondling her breasts through a layer of fine lace.

"A coat room for twenty minutes and a hot fuck. Be still, Bones," he commanded and her spine stiffened as he peeled her underwear off, pressing a tentative kiss to the swell of her ass. She exhaled, the breezing touch creating a throb between her legs. He seemed to sense this, for his fingers parted her, his mouth between her thighs as she loomed above him.

When he'd orally brought her close to orgasm, he removed his clothes, laying her down against a pile of coats and sinking himself into the wet, hot depths of her body, covering her mouth with his hand when she parted her lips and cried out his name, moaning and breathless, her body painfully high from the long, nimble ministrations of his tongue.

As he thrust, she felt her walls quiver around him, tightening as her body coiled, seeking release, almost craving it. She was in agony as he prolonged her orgasm, rigidly still inside her until she thrust her own hips, burying him all the way. It brought them both to edge, bringing forth a surge of electricity and white-hot sensations that rippled through her womb, making every part of her, including her nipples, throb.

Booth sucked the hardened point of her left nipple into his mouth, sending a second wave of ecstasy through her, and this time, even his hand over her lips was not enough to muffle the cry of pleasure that started and ended with a long, breathless draw of his name.

As he sagged against her, still consumed by the darkness that surrounded him, Booth chuckled. "So that's how deep you wanted me, then?" he asked and she embraced him, steadying his quaking shoulders, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Do you think," she whispered, ignoring his question, "when we get home, you can spend all night that deep?" His penis gave a jerk in response and she smiled, satisfied that he wasn't the only one who could inducing a sexual stirring.

"Bones?" he said, his thumb circling her nipple. "We still have five minutes. I'm going to fuck you again…"

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I just wrote this in record speed before I have to go and check in fifty million people at the hotel, so while you're enjoying this, pity me, because today is going to be MEGA shit.