A/N: This chapter is dedicated to my favorite smut-aholic, jerseybones. Love ya, sweetie!

Attraction

The Seduction

They dated frequently over the next three weeks, growing closer and ever more comfortable with each other. But they still hadn't gotten past heavy petting and Brennan was beginning to wonder if Booth might be afraid to take that final step with her. Maybe he was afraid that it would affect their working dynamic. She personally had no problem compartmentalizing her life, but she knew it was more difficult for him. He was such an emotional person. Drastic measures would have to be taken if they were ever going to get past this fear of his.

It was Friday night and they were at her place eating dinner. Booth took his last bite and wiped his mouth and sat back. "That was the best chicken parmesan I've ever had. Thank you," he said, smiling at her.

She smiled too. "You're welcome. Ready for dessert?" she asked, standing and taking the dishes to the sink. She turned on the water and squirted in a little dish soap.

"Maybe later," he replied as he got up and blew out the candles. He picked up their wine glasses and put them in the sink. She turned off the water and turned to him.

"Are you sure?" she asked in an odd tone. He gave her a curious look.

"I'm pretty full. Why? What's for dessert?" he asked.

Reaching behind her back, she unzipped her little black dress. With a little shrug of her shoulders it fell into a puddle at her feet and she stepped out of her shoes. "I am," she murmured huskily, a smile lurking around her lips.

Booth's jaw slackened and his throat went dry as he took in the barely-there black lace bra and panties. Well, it's a good thing I didn't know what she was wearing under that dress, was the first coherent thought he had. She was watching him calmly, waiting for him to say or do something. Evidently it was his move.

"Temperance, I—let's think about this—its gonna affect our work dynamic—" he stammered, putting his hands on his hips instead of where they wanted to be, which was all over her delectable body.

She stepped closer and held his stare as her breasts brushed his chest. "It doesn't have to, Booth," she whispered. "And if it does, we'll deal with it. I know we can. We've done well so far, haven't we?"

He had to admit she was right. They had kept things professional at work, so much so that none of their coworkers had guessed anything had changed between them. Angela might have noticed that they weren't bickering quite as much, but she hadn't commented.

He closed his eyes, fighting a losing battle with the overwhelming desire her nearness was causing. That didn't help as the scent of her became sharper and his groin tightened as his mind kept the image of her clad in her sexy lingerie before his mind's eye. Opening his eyes again, he saw that she was still watching him, but now her eyes were half closed and her color had risen in response to his proximity. Damn, she's beautiful, he thought, and he knew it was time to give them both what they'd wanted for so long.

Bending his head slowly, his lips met hers as his hands caught her wrists and manacled them behind her back. She tolerated the restriction for a time as he kissed her, deep, soft, wet passion-filled kisses that turned her knees to jelly. Desire curled in her belly and she started to struggle, aching to touch him. He lifted his head, breathing heavily as her eyes fluttered open to stare at him.

"We're gonna take this slow," he said huskily. "My way this time, okay?"

Curiosity made her nod her head finally. Maybe his way would be better. This time.

He took her hand and led her to the bedroom. Stopping by the bed, he kicked off his shoes and turned the lamp on. Framing her face, he leaned down to kiss her again before easing her down onto the bed, stretching out beside her fully clothed.

"This isn't fair," she protested with a bit of her usual spirit. "You've got more clothes on than I do."

"Not my fault," he pointed out reasonably. "You're the one who stripped in the kitchen." He propped his head on his hand, looking down at her with a half smile. "Besides, it's not about fairness. It's about me, pleasing you my way, which will please me." She opened her mouth to argue and he raised an admonishing finger. "Ah-ah-ah, my way, remember? We'll have time for your way later." Her mouth snapped shut. "Trust me, okay?" he murmured, then leaned in to kiss her again. She sighed and opened her lips, groaning as his tongue teased hers, sending her passion soaring higher.

Her arms came up around his shoulders of their own volition, bringing her breasts into contact with his chest. He pulled back, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. His hand stroked down her side to her hip, sliding around to cup her ass and squeeze. She moved her legs restlessly, her hips rolling towards him, seeking fulfillment. He slid his hand down her thigh, hooking it behind her knee to draw her leg to rest on his hip, opening her core for his exploration. Reaching between them, his fingers teased the tender skin of her inner thighs, causing another involuntary roll of her hips. She gave a wordless whimper, her breath catching as his fingers finally pushed aside her panties and found the aching nub at her center. She gave a strangled cry as the knot of desire that had been growing from the moment he kissed her tightened painfully.

"Beautiful," he murmured as he watched passion tighten her features. He slipped a finger into her, then a second one as his thumb continued to brush her clit. Her hips had begun to move in a rhythm as old as time and he felt her inner muscles begin to tighten as he drove her higher.

Suddenly, just as she reached the brink, he stopped and rolled to his knees. She gave a cry of protest, choked off as he pulled off her soaking panties. Then his lips took over where his hand had left off and she screamed as pleasure crashed over her. His tongue alternated teasing at her clit and pushing into the pulsing center of her until the last wave of her orgasm sent shudders through her body and she collapsed, boneless with satisfaction. He moved to lie beside her, cradling her to his chest as she clutched at him.

They lay that way for a long time. His hand was idly stroking her back as he marveled at the softness of her skin. Finally she sat up on an elbow to look at him. "You have too many clothes on," she pointed out with a wry smile.

He cocked a grin. "So do you," he said, reaching for the front clasp of her bra. She slapped at his hand.

"Ah-ah-ah," she scolded, imitating his tone from earlier. "You first."

His brows rose. It seemed she was taking over. Intrigued, he got up and stripped in record time and lay back down. When he reached for the clasp of her bra again, she slapped his hand again and pushed him onto his back and straddled his middle. He reached up to fondle her breasts and she grabbed his hands and pushed them down on the pillow on each side of his head.

"My way now," she said with an impish grin. He stifled a groan. He was already painfully hard, his cock nudging at the crease of her ass. He didn't know how much of 'her way' he'd be able to handle. But fair was fair. This ought to be interesting, if it didn't kill him.

He kept his hands lying palms up on the pillow after she released him and she gave him an approving nod. She unfastened her bra, then teased him by slowly peeling the cups back, finally shrugging the straps off and tossing it away. His hands twitched as he fought the overwhelming urge to touch her, but he managed to stay still. His reward came when she leaned forward to kiss him softly and her breasts brushed his chest. His hips strained toward her involuntarily as her tongue moved in and out of his wanting mouth, imitating what she wanted a certain part of his anatomy to do to her.

Booth groaned when she sat up, trapping his cock between her ass and his lower belly. Wriggling a bit, she worked it between the cheeks of her bottom, then began flexing her hips forward and back, teasing him with a fraction of the friction and pressure that he really wanted. By now his hands were fisted on the pillow and his legs were trembling with the effort to control himself.

"Bones," he rasped in a warning tone.

"Call me Temperance," she demanded, continuing with her sweet torture. "I don't think it's appropriate to call me Bones when we're like this," she said primly. He would have laughed if he weren't so painfully aroused.

"You're killing me here," he muttered. He wasn't going to beg; after all, he had started this.

"Poor baby," she said huskily. Something in his face must have told her not to push her luck, because she chose that moment to move her hips into position. Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, she enveloped him, and it took the last shreds of his self control not to flex his hips to drive himself into her up to the hilt. Pleasure sent goose bumps racing down his legs and he thought he was going to die right then if he didn't move.

Thank God she began to move then and he eagerly picked up the rhythm. His hands came down to grasp her hips and she didn't protest, she was so caught up in the sensations that were washing over her, wave after wave of intense pleasure. Since she'd allowed him that liberty, he stroked his hands up her rib cage to cup her breasts. When his thumbs brushed her nipples she stiffened and cried out, so he pinched them. Her scream echoed off the walls and his arms came around her, pulling her down to lie against him. Rolling them both, he took over, hips pumping until she came with a gasp and a hoarse cry. He joined her then, coming harder than he ever had before.

Later, as they lay together, with the sweat slowly drying from their bodies, he chuckled a bit and she looked up questioningly. "I'll never be able to hear the word 'dessert' again without thinking of this."

She grinned. "That could be embarrassing, especially if it's Parker that mentions it," she teased.

"Tell me about it," he replied wryly.

A/N 2: Well, did you like it? The dessert thing is something my hubby and I started when the kids were little and we wanted to talk about whether there would be any nookie later. Of course, it was a bit awkward at times, 'cuz the kids would want 'dessert' too and I would have to come up with something. hehe