Hi, I thought this chapter I'd give you because people asked for it and because I thought it would be fun. Now I've never danced the Lambada and to be honest I did research on this dance. It's hard to get unless you know it by heart, then the dances just come out. But I researched it and even watched video on it. To be honest there's nothing really dirty about it, but like I had Booth say in the 1930's it would have been bad to see.

So I must tell you all, the exact dance steps aren't here because there are a lot and they are confusing, but most of the steps in this chapter are the actual ones, though a few of them are part of my own just to add some fun. This is almost M, but not quite, my parents would kill me if I were to write an M fic.

I think I might actually give this dance a try one of these days, after all it is part of my Latin heritage and shouldn't we all know the dance of love, lust and passion?

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After the banquet ended Booth drove Tempe home and walked her upstairs to her apartment.

"Would you like to come in?" she asked placing her award on the counter as she entered.

"Sure." He said and followed her in, closing the door behind him.

"Would you like something to drink?" she asked from the kitchen as she searched for some cups.

"No thank you." He called back and was surprised to see her coming back and walking over to the couch.

"Thanks for tonight Booth I really had fun." She said taking off her high heels and placing Angela's jewelry on the coffee table.

"I had fun too, thanks for coming." He said walking over to her to sit next to her.

"Sure, it was no problem at all."

They sat on the couch in silence for a while before Booth got up and started looking through her CD collection.

"Looking for anything in particular?" she asked getting up and walking to his side to help him.

"Yeah something that has a Latin beat." He said searching.

"Why?" she asked confused.

"You told me you wouldn't dance it with me in public because my co-workers were there, well now we're at your apartment and I'd like to dance with you."

"You want to dance the lambada with me?" she asked confused looking for the right CD.

"Yes, you said you could, well I wan to see how well."

"No way Booth, that's just crazy." She said turning to head back to the kitchen to get something more to drink, when she was pulled back by Booth.

"Scared?" he asked pretending to dance with her.

"No."

"Then prove it."

"fine." She said pulling away then turned and walked into her room.

"Where are you going?" he called watching her leave.

"To change I can't dance in this dress." She called back.

Five minutes later she walked out of her room in another black dress, only this one went down more in the front. The spaghetti straps were thinner then her other one and the cut in the front went down her whole torso, stopping at her bellybutton.

Tempe stood there smiling as Booth starred at her bare stomach and down to her navel where the dress closed. On both sides her breasts were covered by the black fabric, but not by much, the dress made her seem bigger on that part of her body. The whole upper half of the dress was tight and the lower part was loose, allowing the best twirl on a spin move.

Booth looked to the bottom half and saw the dress only covered half of her thighs, allowing him a good look at her legs. Tempe lowered her head and blushed as Booth continued to stare.

"Here." She said walking over to the CD holder and handed him a disc. "This should do it."

"Brazilian dance mix?" he asked snapping out of his trance and giving her an odd look.

"What?" she asked looking at his face. "It was cheap and I love the beat. It offers the right rhythm for the dance."

"Ok, fine." He said smiling as he put the disc in and hit 'play'.

"Number four offers the best." She said fixing her dress so it wouldn't stop her from moving.

"Let's go then." Booth said throwing his jacket to the side, than looked down smiling.

"What?"

"Can you do this bare footed?"

"It's better that way." She mumbled.

"Well let's get started."

They looked to each other and Booth grabbed her hand, pulling her close as she took his. As the Brazilian music started they were only centimeters apart. Their chests touched and their hips were perfectly aligned.

Booth had his left hand wrapped around her hip and held her hand with his right as her right hand was wrapped around his neck. As the beat picked up, letting them know it was time to start, their hips started to move from side to side simultaneously together and in rhythm to the music.

Three steps back. Three steps forward.

Three steps back. Three steps forward.

Three steps back. Three steps forward.

Three steps back. Three steps forward.

All the while their hips moved rapidly to the music and beat. They pulled a few inches apart and held on to the other with both hands. Booth turned Tempe from side to side as her hips made only one-fourth of the turn.

One-fourth right. One-fourth left.

One-fourth right. One-fourth left.

One-fourth right. One-fourth left.

One-fourth right. One-fourth left.

Once Tempe came back from her fourth of the turn to the left, Booth released her left hand and began to spin her a few times. As she came to a stop they got close again and their hips moved from side to side rapidly.

Tempe pulled away from Booth and started moving her shoulders so her chest moved from side to side. Booth stood watching her as she lost herself in the dance. He danced the few feet over to her and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her front side hard to his and their hips slammed together.

Tempe winced a bit at the impact, but gained her composure as she pulled their hips apart only to have him slam them back together again. He took her hands and moved her to his side so her left hip and his right were touching and he was facing one way while she was facing the other.

While in that exact position they moved their hips and moved in a circle. Until Booth stopped out of nowhere and placed his right leg behind her, tripping her as they circled the other direction, or tried.

Her feet moved backwards and ran right into Booth's leg, she fell back on his bended knee as his left arm wrapped around her back and his left held on to her hand. Tempe looked to him and noticed the smile he wore, he had did it on purpose and at first she didn't understand why until she noticed both her feet were in the air behind him, she sat perfectly on his lap and she was being dipped.

'If that's the way you want it; fine.' Tempe thought knowing the best way to catching him off guard was with her own trick. Slowly he let her up and twirled her so she was back in front of him, they stood their dancing like normal, the same old hips shaking, until Tempe found herself raising her right leg up and wrapping it around his waist. She looked up and smiled at him, oddly enough he smiled back.

'What are you going to do with your leg there?' Booth asked himself grabbing a hold of her leg with his left hand and held it in place. He was shocked when the grip of her leg around his waist tightened and she pulled herself so close, their hips were literally pressed together. Any more force and they might have cracked their pelvic bone.

Booth moved his hand from her leg to her hip while his right one held her left hand in the air. Soon he felt more weight as he realized just what Tempe had in mind. His hand automatically dropped her hand and grabbed her hip as her right leg wrapped around the other side of his waist. Both legs locking together behind him.

She was fully off of the ground, but oddly enough her hips had yet to stop moving. Though there was little movement from side to side she soon changed that and moved her hips back a little and brought them forward on him. Booth stood there holding her as her hips came back on him again. Booth tried hard not to let the movements over take him and show her how happy he was.

He dipped her again, her legs releasing their grip and stretching out behind him again. He held her dipped then swung her to the right and brought her back up. Her legs had left his side and fell to the ground.

They began the dance all over again, moving three steps to the back and three to the front; the fourth of a turn came in and the spinning. Booth released Tempe and held his arms high as she shook her hips in front of him. He watched as she moved from side to side and moved her body like a snake up and down his body.

Tempe smiled at Booth then turned and moved so her back was facing him. She moved her body up and down his body again, her hips never stopping the rapid movement. Soon she felt his hands on her hips and then his stomach on her back as they continued to dance. She wrapped her arms behind her and around his neck as his head came to her left side and he buried his face into her neck where he whispered sweet words of nothing into her ear.

She tilted her head to the right side to allow him better access and continued to move her hips, which had now became so natural she forgot they were even moving. They both closed their eyes and enjoyed the beat that played and got lost in the passion and magic of the dance.

Soon Tempe's eyes flew open as she felt Booth's hands travel up until they rested just below her breasts. Out of nowhere he turned her so she was facing him, and then just as fast as he turned her, he dipped her to the left side, swung her to the right and pulled her back up so their faces were only millimeters away.

He smiled as he felt her press her hips to his and move viciously from side to side. Deep down Booth knew if she kept that kind of proximity moving at that speed, or kept the proximity at all, she would soon see what he wanted to keep a secret as long as he could. He didn't want her to know she turned him on with just a dance, but at that moment they both knew the lambada wasn't just a dance. It was something far more.

As if reading his mind Tempe pulled her hips away, however, Booth pulled her back to him as he dipped her and swung her again. He lifted her back up and starred her in the eyes, everything in him told him to kiss her and he would have hadn't she pulled away and turned so her back was facing him yet again.

Slowly as possible Tempe's hand went to Booth's hip and as she gently lowered herself down his body she allowed her hand to slide from his hip down his leg. She stopped once the back of her head made contact with his stomach.

Booth leaned down and grabbed Tempe's hands, bringing her back up to face him. Pulling her close their hips began to move the same way they had done earlier. Slowly his hands moved down her sides and rested on her hips as her hands wrapped around his shoulders, allowing no distance between their hips.

After a few minutes Booth's hands ran back up her body, passing over her sides and her breasts, slowly crawling up her arms until they were holding hands again. They pulled away and he spun her. she stopped and lowered her body to the floor, her right leg bending as her left stretched out behind her and her hands rested on his chest where he placed them.

As the song ended he brought her up to face him. Her left leg was wrapped around his waist again, his left hand, unknowingly rested on her ass, his right around her waist, resting on the small of her back and her hands rested on his face. She had a look of pure passion as she tilted her head all the way back so her body was arched and her breasts were in his face.

Booth daringly took his left hand from her ass and caressed her check, slowly bringing it down to her neck, past her collarbone, straight to her chest and she allowed him as he passed his hand in between her breasts and to her stomach where he stopped, the tip of his middle finger over her navel.

"You're amazing." He whispered as he helped her to her feet.

"Thank you." She said smiling. "You're a very good dancer."

They stood in silence breathing hard, chests heaving and starring at one another. Tempe rested her head on his chest and listened to the rapid beat of his heart and allowed her breathing to match his before Booth broke the silence.

"Well I better go, it's getting late." He said a little uncomfortable pulling away and heading towards the door.

"I had fun Booth, perhaps we can do this again?" she asked quietly, though they had just had a form of sex in a dance, they were a little unsure of everything.

"I would like that." He said half grabbing his jacket.

Tempe walked to the door to watch him leave, but wondered what he was doing as he made his way back to her.

"Good night, Bones." He said bringing her face close to his. He lowered his lips inches from hers, giving her the option to kiss him or pull away.

Tempe moved in the extra distance and kissed him passionately, she opened her mouth as she felt his tongue asking for admittance. Embracing each other they tried as hard as they could to get all the passion out brought on by the dance.

"Good night Booth." Tempe whispered as he pulled away and walked down the hall.

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This is the closes thing I will ever come to an M fic so please review and let me know what you thought of it. i did this chapter over like five different times so i hope you all liked my final draft.

To prove I did research:

The word lambada comes from a Portuguese word used in Brazil referring to the wavelike motion of a whip. The dancers' bodies mimic this flowing motion.

I got my information at this site…http/