A/N: I know. It took forever and a day. Blame real life. I'd be more than happy to stay home and write all day long, but I have to work for a living. Sucks, huh? Oh well... you ain't here for MY moanings, so let's move on to the main event, shall we?

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Oh... my... g o o O D D D!!!

I'm so going to hell for this. And if this is my downfall, I'll go down praising the Lord and any other divine entity responsible for it.

There's just no way to describe being inside Temperance Brennan. I've never imagined...

Who am I trying to kid? Fuck.. I've jerked off several times a week, for months on end, to this image... but nothing never quite like this. Real life, once again, has proven to be better than fiction. And my imagination is active and kicking, thank you very much.

I can feel her nails as she digs them on my shoulders. I can feel the friction of her calves against my legs, starting to feel the moisture caused by both our bodies sweating. I can feel her hips as they grind into mine, lifting and coming back down, harder and then softer, in a rhythm all of her own. I can feel the friction of her pubic curls against mine.

I can hear all sorts of noises coming from her: moans and growls and half muttered words. I open my eyes and the sight before me takes my breath away. Her head is thrown back, her hair is disheveled, her breasts sway and jiggle in reponse to her movements. I can even see her tummy muscles clenching and unclenching as she takes her sweet time riding my cock.

Best of all, I can feel her inner muscles working around my cock and the things she's making me feel... I sent a silent prayer thanks to Dr. Kegel, wherever he may be.

I've remain a passive spectator for too long now. And it's definitively time to change that. I just need to figure a way to get Im-In-Charge!Bones to get me back into the driving seat. I'm not complaining about the way she's doing things, mind you. It's just that things are not being done my way. My Alpha male, Seely Booth, FBI maverick way. And I plan to switch things around so that I can have my way.

I start by placing my hands on her hips. She regards me with a half-smile and a naughty gaze and I'm this close to letting the whole "I'm gonna do the job myself" thing slide and just lay there and let her have her way with me.

But that's not what I want for us now. Down the road, I promise I'll let Bones do with me as she pleases... perhaps even hint on that "getting blowed from under the desk" fantasy that's been around my head for a whilst ever since I saw her on all fours retrieving a pen gone AWOL from under her desk...

Ever so slowly I start splaying my fingers until I feel them brushing against her curls. Seeing no apparent reaction from her, I move my thumb downwards, reaching for her clit, and star tracing circles around it. I have the feeling we'll get to be good friends, Bones' clit and I. At least, he seems happy to see me once again, and from Bones' hissing mewl, I can tell she's happy he's happy.

So, phase two goes into effect. Without warning I pull my upper-self up from bed and I start feasting on her breasts yet again. Having left her without proper support, Bones collapses against my body and tries to regain her balance by arching her back, which gives me better access to her nipples which I'm deeply enjoying getting acquainted with, and it is with the most utter dissapointment that I'm forced to leave them least I break my back.

Bones stills her hips movement and for a moment we are sitting straight up in bed, me deeply buried inside her, on hand on her belly as my thumb still caresses her clit, one arm on her back for support. Her nipples glisten from my saliva and my mouth yearns for them for a second or two, before I finally face her. Her expressive eyes, her swollen lips, her whole emotional turnmoil written all over her face... I can't help myself and start kissing her again.

The kisses this time have a different quality to them. There's still the need and the desire in there, plenty enough to run three towns on it, but there's also something different there. Tenderness. Caring. Love.

I'm in love with Temperance Brennan. And she loves me back. Damned be the rest of the world.

Bones leans forward to whisper in my ear, her voice hitching. "I'm so close, Booth. Make me come."

"Oh fuck, Bones..."

"Precisely"

I wanted to make love to her for hours on end. I wanted our lovemaking to be slow and langorous and full of tenderness. I wanted us to please each other orally a couple of times before the sun rose again. I wanted to try switching, for at least six positions. I was all for letting her choose 4 of them, as long as she agreed to let me do her doggie style and to ride me backwards. And having seen her reaction to my earlier ministrations, I even wanted to give anal a try. I wanted so many things for our first time together...

... but hearing Bones so eloquently order me to fuck her and make her come took priority to everything else, rational thought included.

Gathering her in my arms I try to lay us down in bed so I can go for the good ole fashioned misionary way. Easier said than done, actually. But this time around, clumsiness had its rewards. Whilst trying to get her down in bed I shifted... uh... shall we say, entrance angle? Lifted my hips slightly, in order to get back inside as deeply as we were before and... oh my.

Bones threw her head back and gave out a loud sound, mixture of moan and mewl, with a few "yesses", "ohgods" and "Seeleys" thrown in for good measure. Her hips bucked up once or twice and then she wrapped her legs around mine, squeezing tight. Her nails raked down my back leaving a series of marks that days later still stung. Her head bounced back and she bit down on my shoulder. Hard. Bruise's still there, by the way.

And I won't go into just how tight her pussy was clamping around my cock.

I don't know if it was the applied pressure, the exquisite friction, months of wanting exactly this and finally getting it, or Bones's encouraging moans and demands of my "coming with her NOW", but all it took was a couple of thrusts before I reached heaven. While it lasted, it seemed to last forever, but once I calmed down it didn't seem to have lasted enough.

As soon as I regained a breathing rate that could be considered normal, I tried moving away, but Bones held me in place with both arms and legs.

"Don't go. Stay in me for as long as you can. Please."

Who am I to deny her anything?

I could still feel her contracting around me. So I began moving very sowly in and out. A tranquil, relaxed rhythm. Perhaps we were too tired for indulging in a passionate display once more, but there is always enough stamina for tenderness.

And tender it was. All three times that followed.

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A/N: Epilogue, anyone?