AN: The slow burn flashes over. This is an obligatory warning: the following chapter contains content that could be considered Not Suitable for Work.

"You don't have me," Leonard tried to tell her but it wasn't even remotely true and they both knew it.

"Pretty sure that you just told me I did," Jim pointed out, stepping even closer to him, their chests touching and her fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. The way her voice rasped over the words was just unfair. She looked up at him, her eyes glowing like they were lit from the inside. "Your pulse is racing, Leonard."

The way she said his name, not Bones or Grumpy or anything other than his name, was too much and for the first time in a long time, he snapped. The hand that had been on Jim's neck buried in her hair and he pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was bruising, a mess of teeth clashing and tongues tangling like he was trying to devour her. He wasn't entirely sure he wasn't. As usual, Jim gave as good as she got, her hands gripped his waist as she kissed him back with as much enthusiasm as she does everything else. She even attempted to take control but he wasn't having it. Leonard switched their spots, pinning her between his body and the wall. He kissed her with everything he had, drawing a moan from her that sent tingles all the way down to this toes.

"Bones," Jim sighed when his lips moved from her mouth to kiss along her jaw. "Please."

"What do you need, darlin'?" he asked as he nipped her ear. As much as he wanted Jim, he didn't want to do anything she wasn't comfortable with and given what happened a few hours ago, that could be a very long list of things. "Tell me."

"You. Just you," she whispered like it he should've known that already and maybe he did. She pushed his shirt over his head, her fingers then her lips running over his skin.

They'd been dancing around each other since they met and drove him crazy. She invaded his thoughts and his dreams and the only regret he has is not doing something about it sooner. Jim gave him that sexy little smirk she gives him when she's about to be a little shit as she pushed him backwards. He sat down when the back of his legs hit the side of his bed and she stood in the space between his legs. "What are you doing?"

"You're not wearing a shirt, thought I'd even things up a little," Jim smiled before she slowly pulled the fitted black t-shirt over her head. Leonard didn't know where to look; the insanely flat stomach, the little stars tattooed on the smooth skin of her right hip that disappeared into the waistband of her shorts or the most perfect pair of perky, full breasts.

"You're… stunning, darlin'," he sighed before his eyes found themselves focused on the bruise blossoming on her left side. Leonard reached up and ran his fingers along the skin. "You didn't show me this."

"It's not that bad," she told him. He gave her a nod despite the anger he felt returning. "Hey, look at me. Not at that, at me." Leonard's eyes locked with hers. "It's just a bruise. It will annoy me for a while but it will heal. Now, there's a topless woman in your bedroom, McCoy, what are you gonna do about it?"

He held her gaze for a long moment before he rested his hands on her hips and pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling him. Leonard pressed his lips against the hollow of her throat, dropping kisses along her beautifully flushed skin. His hands slid up her sides before moving to her breasts, one in each hand.

"Bones," Jim sighed, her eyes fluttering closed.

He smirked as he circled her nipples with his thumbs, watching as they hardened at his touch, before he pulled her closer and pulled one into his mouth. Leonard let out a groan, the taste her skin was a little salty and a little sweet and would be seared into his brain forever. Jim rolled her hips against him and her hands tightened; one on his shoulder, the other in his hair. He took that as his cue to continue, alternating between sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh. Jim moaned when he switched sides, her hips moved against him again. Leonard was so hard it was almost painful but he wasn't selfish.

Apparently, Jim wasn't selfish either because she slid her uninjured hand into his pajama bottoms and wrapped it around him. He groaned low in his throat as she gave him a few different stokes, trying to figure out what he liked. His hips jerked when she figured it out and a smile formed on her lips. Leonard closed his eyes and tried not to lose his mind.

"You like that," she chuckled before she brought their lips together again. This kiss wasn't as rough as the first one but it was no less intoxicating. She really was trying to kill him. Leonard stood up with Jim in his arms before turning around and laying her on his bed.

"You gotta let go a second," Leonard told her.

"But, Bones," Jim gave him a pout but she pulled her hand away from him. "What are you up to?"

"Your shorts are in my way," he said with a smile. "May I?" She nodded. "Words, Jim, use 'em."

"Yes, you can take my shorts off. You can take everything off if you want to," she rasped.

"See, that wasn't so hard."

"You're really chatty in bed."

"I know I am and I want you to be too. I wanna hear what you like and what you don't like," Leonard told her as he peeled the gray shorts and little blue underwear off and tossed them on his floor. He swore under his breath, she was neatly waxed but not bare and soaking wet. If he could be any harder, he would be.

"Bones," Jim moaned as he ran his fingers along her inner thighs and she parted her knees for him.

"Remember what I said," he smiled, "I wanna hear ya." That was all the warning he gave her before he went to his knees, pulling her legs over his shoulders as he kissed and nipped along her inner thighs for a moment before flicking his tongue quickly over her clit, moaning at the taste.

"Bones," she whined, bucking her hips at the contact. He chuckled against her, one hand flattened on her stomach to hold her down. Jim made a bunch of little pants and moans as he slowly worked her over with his tongue, her hands buried in his hair. Leonard slid two fingers into her. "Oh, God." He chuckled against her and she moved against his mouth and hand. "Bones. Please."

"What is it, darlin'?" Leonard asked with a smirk as his fingers continued drawing gasps from her lips.

"I…" Jim started. "Ohhh."

"What was that, Jimmy?"

"You're an ass," she told him breathlessly.

"You don't say." He flicked his tongue over her clit again before pulling it into his mouth.

"Oh my God. Bones," Jim cried. "Fuck." He chuckled and her whole body vibrated. "Leonard, please."

"What do you need?"

"More."

"More what?"

"Pressure. Your mouth, I need more pressure," she told him.

"See, that's not hard," he chuckled.

"I know what is," Jim chuckled before it turned into a moan as he returned to his task. "Why the fuck are you so good at this?" Leonard didn't answer her, he kept licking and sucking as her breathing became shallow and irregular. She was so close. He sped up and added even more pressure. "Oh, fuck." He twisted his fingers and Jim's whole body arched, a bunch of nonsense spilling from her lips as her orgasm took hold of her. Leonard didn't let up, if anything, he worked harder, adding a third finger to the two already moving inside her. Jim was writhing and moaning and he had no intention of letting her come down just yet. "Bones. Bonnnnes."

"Yes?"

"I swear to all that's holy, if you don't fuck me right now, I will shoot you."

"That would just be mean," Leonard chuckled as he eased his hand out of her and stood up, his face and hand slick.

"You're mean. Get over here," she practically cried. He kicked off his pants before climbing onto the bed with Jim. "We can have the super-fast the birth control conversation. I get the shot and my tests are clean; you have access to my records."

"My tests are good; I'll give you my results if you want," he smiled as he kissed along her tattoo. "Now, where were we?"

"Don't play with me right now," Jim said with a little grin.

"Wouldn't dare," Leonard said as he crawled up her body. "You sure about this?"

"Look at you being all gentleman like."

"Well, I am a gentleman and I'm not gonna move until you tell me to."

"Bon… Leonard," she ran her fingers along his jaw, "please."

"Yes, ma'am."

There were no words to describe the feeling of finally sinking into Jim; she was warm, soft, wet and tight around him. Jim let out a noise that was half-sigh and half-moan. Leonard held himself still for a minute, knowing that he didn't have it in him to drag this out the way he wanted to, she felt too good wrapped around him like this.

"Breathe, Bones," Jim smiled.

"You feel fuckin' amazing," he muttered before he flexed his hips just a little. Jim sucked in a sharp breath and her eyes fluttered closed. "Let me see those beautiful blues." Her eyes opened and refocused on him.

"You gotta move," she breathed. Leonard smirked as he pulled out of her before plunging back in. "Ohhh." He leaned back a little finding the angle that he was looking for and plunged deep. Jim's eyes widened. "Oh my God."

"That's it, isn't it, darlin'? Right there?" Leonard asked as he moved against her G-spot.

"B-Bones," Jim gasped. "Oh God. Don't stop."

"Not planning on it just yet," he told her, setting a steady rhythm that drew the most beautiful sounds from Jim. "You're beautiful, darlin'." She whimpered and her body tightened around him. "You like the sound of my voice, don't you?"

"Course I do," she muttered.

"Want me to keep talking?"

"Please."

"This is just what you needed, isn't it?" he asked. She bit her lip. "You wouldn't let anyone lay you out this this, I know you wouldn't."

"No, I wouldn't," she moaned as he sped up, her legs locking around his waist.

"They gotta earn it. You don't trust everyone, darlin'," Leonard said, keeping his voice low.

"Never have. Trust you," Jim practically cried as they moved together.

"I know you do," he told her, snapping his hips. "I trust you too."

"Bones, please," she breathed, another orgasm looming. He was almost there too but he was trying to hold back for her. "Please."

"I got ya, darlin', I got ya," Leonard said before he gave her three deep, hard thrusts. Her whole body tightened around him, her back arched, her eyes went completely out of focus and she let out a choked sob. He watched her come completely undone and he couldn't hold on anymore. Leonard growled her name as his eyes closed and he let go, his whole body trembling as he did.

"You're okay," she breathed, her voice more gravelly than it was before. "I got you." Jim was running a hand through his hair as he rested his head on her shoulder.

"That's my line. Are you okay?"

"Much better than okay. You?"

"Wonderful," he smiled as he -reluctantly- pulled out of her and dropped a kiss on her nose before he went into his bathroom. He cleaned up quickly before grabbing a damp washcloth and returning to the woman in his bed. He offered to wipe her down and she let him. "Why the stars?"

"Seemed like a good idea at the time," Jim sighed. She had a tattoo on the inside of her left arm, one on her left wrist, one on her right elbow, one behind her right ear and one on her left foot. He didn't know about the cluster of stars on her hip before tonight. "It wasn't as painful as the one on my foot."

Leonard said as he tossed the cloth in his hamper. Jim wiggled her toes when he grabbed her foot. "What is it?"

"Hebrew for George. Wanted something for my dad that wasn't obvious."

He ran his fingers over the black ink, "I like it."

"Me too," she chuckled. "You should get some ink. Bet it would look good on you."

"I'll think about it."

"Really?"

"I said I'll think about it, not that I'd do it for sure. Don't go planning to tat me up." Leonard turned off the light and got back into bed. Jim snuggled against his side.

"I'm sure I can convince you."

"I'm sure you could. But you won't," Leonard told her as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"True," Jim smiled against his shoulder. "You should know that I suck at relationship stuff."

"So do I, obviously," he sighed. "This doesn't have to change anything if you don't want it to but we're good with each other." I would kill him but if it's what she wanted it, he would try to stay friends.

"What do you want to do?" she asked in a quiet voice.

"If I'm being honest, I would like to take you on an actual date at some point but I don't wanna scare you off," Leonard told her.

"Oh?"

"Yep. I don't know if we could just… go back to before. I wouldn't want to anyway."

"Honestly, me neither."

"That's good because I don't know if you realize what it's like being around you. Half the time I wanna smack you upside the head and the rest of the time I wanna kiss you until you can't see straight."

"I'm cool like that," she chuckled, then groaned. Leonard ran a hand over her throat, she's not going to be able to talk in the morning if she doesn't stop. He'd warn her again if it would actually help. "I just… I… You should know that you're under my skin too. Probably explains why my dates have all sucked as of late. There's you and then there's everybody else. It's almost unfair."

"Really? You compare your dates to me?" Leonard asked as he ran his fingers along her spine.

"Shut up."

"Why should I? You compare your dates to me." If he sounded like a smug asshole, he didn't care. The fact that she was thinking about him while she was with other men did all kinds of things to his ego.

"It's not a conscious thing, Bones. At least, I don't think it is," Jim sighed, looking at him.

"Don't care. Your mind has you comparing people to me. What is it? 'He's not as smart as Bones'? or 'Bones has better taste in music'?" he smiled. "Tell me."

"You really wanna know?" she asked. He gave her a nod. "It's more like 'Bones would've made me dinner' and 'Bones would be looking at my face and not down my shirt.' Though, you do check me out all the time, just never when we're having an actual conversation. My personal favorite; 'Bones actually listens when I speak.' Some other, more superficial stuff too because I'm only human."

"Oh?"

"Yea. Like, did you know that there are gold and green flecks in your eyes?" Jim asked as she touched his face.

"I didn't know that."

"They're beautiful. Everyone fusses over my eyes but yours… I could stare at your eyes all day," she sighed. Leonard couldn't help but smile at that. "Don't get me started on that smile. It doesn't make nearly enough appearances for my liking."

"Okay, stop," Leonard's smile widened.

"Are you blushing?" she asked as she looked at him in the dark. "I think you are."

"Shut up. Save your voice."

"I made you blush. Ooo, what should I talk about next? How about this jawline?"

"Jim."

"No, I should talk about that accent and how everything sounds so much sexier when you…" Jim started but he cut her off, his mouth swallowing the rest of her sentence. She slid one of her legs across his body, straddling him without breaking the kiss. Leonard's hands moved to hold on to her hips.

"God, darlin'," he groaned when she ground against him.

"Bones," she sighed as his lips moved to press kisses against every inch of the marks left on her neck, almost willing them to go away. "You gonna kiss all my boo-boos?"

"I can, if you want," Leonard muttered against her skin. He felt her hips jerk at the idea. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? My mouth all over your body." She let out a little whimper. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Well, I didn't even get started on your lips. They're positively sinful and that's before you kissed me," Jim sighed before pressing a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth. "I mean, it's not just your lips. You rolled into town like sex on legs, Leonard." She smirked as she sat up. Of course, the shift in her weight on him caused Leonard to groan, his hands tightening on her hips. Leonard doesn't know how but he was hard as a rock again. He moved against her, letting Jim feel him. "You like it when I say your name."

"Of course I do, darlin'," Leonard said before he flipped them over, pinning her under him. "I like a lot of things. Would you like to know some of them?"

"I would love to," she moaned as he slid into her again. "Leonard."

"At your service, ma'am."