A/N: Yay! Only chapter two and already a smut chapter!

"Love is the answer, but while you're waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty interesting questions."
Woody Allen

"Oh my gawwwwwwd," she groaned, followed by a tiny whimper as she bucked her hips up into him. Seeley thrusted hard, Tempe's heels digging into his back trying to pull him as close as she could. "Right. There. Seeeeeeeyohmygod," she cursed, then came hard against him, a keening cry falling from her lips. She gasped, pulling in lungfulls of air, trying to get her pulse-pounding orgasm under control. He rolled to his back and exhaled heavily, gasping for breath as well.

"Wow. That was…" his voice trailed off and he turned to look at her, already able to read the "fight or flight" etched into her beautiful features.

"What are we doing, Booth?" she questioned on a gasp. For the past week, every time they'd gotten together to just "hang out and watch a movie and eat take out" they'd ended up naked and sweaty in her bed. Or his. Depending.

"Not the reaction I was looking for, Bones. You're supposed to say 'mind-blowing, amazing, the best I've ever had, something like that."

Tempe blushed deep crimson, a beautiful color that extended from her hairline to the tips of her toes and hit all of the spots in between. All of which were uncovered for his post-coital perusal. Thank you, God.

"I, uh, I mean as far as biological urges go, mine are…" Booth put a hand over her mouth to silence her.

"I'm stopping you, even though I'm pretty sure you were about to compliment me in a roundabout way. You're not boiling this down to science. You can boil it down to 'just sex' if you must – damn good sex, I might add – but you will not boil it down to science."

"Booth, I'm an anthropologist. Science is me. It's what I do."

"And you do it quite well, Bones. But why don't you let me tell you some of the other things you do quite well. The outside-the-lab things. Or, you know, inside-the-lab if you're feeling adventurous," he raised an eyebrow at her.

"Tell me," she regarded him suspiciously.

"Kiss for one," he grinned, rolling fully to his side to face her. She blushed harder and he kissed her bare shoulder softly. "That's so sexy," he growled against her skin.

"What?" she asked, a little breathless.

"You. How your whole body blushes when you're nervous. Or embarrassed," he paused and blew a breath against the pink skin of the spot he'd kissed. "Or so totally hot for me you can't stand to be in the same room with yourself."

She turned her face up toward him and grinned. "How do you do that?"

"Do what?" he asked innocently.

"Take me from nervous to that other thing in two seconds?"

"So totally hot for me you can't stand to be in the same room with yourself?"

"That one."

"It's my charm."

She snorted and rolled her eyes, loving the way he was. Seeley Booth was a multi-faceted man, but one thing she could always count on him for was his playfulness. And for the past week she'd been getting to see a whole new side to this playfulness. The naked side.

She smiled at him, a sight he'd never tire of. The many smiles of Dr. Temperance Brennan. One when she was sad but managed to eke a grin out for him when he was trying to cheer her up. One when she was genuinely pleased with how a case had worked out and Hodgins and Zack had kept from blowing up the lab with their experiments through the whole thing. One where she was placating him. Which, surprisingly, was a different smile from the one she wore when she was placating Dr. Sorayan. One when she was deliriously happy, giggling, laughing, dancing around the living room to Foreigner. And one… oh this one was his favorite… one she wore when she was so hot for him she couldn't stand to be in the same room with herself. Definitely his favorite.

"What are you doing to me, Seeley?" she asked as he kissed a trail down her stomach to where he wanted to pull one of those smiles from her.

"I'm gonna –" she stopped him mid sentence by pulling quickly on his hair.

"Not literally, Booth. I mean… I just… I don't know."

"Don't think, Temperance. Just feel…" he murmured and resumed the kissing trail.

As much as she wanted to just feel, she also needed to think about this. Even though her partner was making it increasingly difficult what with all of his kissing and licking and… oh my… biting and sucking. Well, maybe thinking at a time like this was a little overrated.

"Booth…" she sighed.

"Hmmm?" he hummed against her belly.

"How do I keep from getting addicted to you?" she whispered.

"Little Miss Scientist thinks she can get addicted to me, huh?" he asked playfully. "Can you get addicted to another human being?"

When they fuck like you do I'm pretty sure it's entirely possible.

Where had that come from? Get a grip, Tempe. You're a level-headed woman. He's exactly right. You CANNOT get addicted to another person. It's not possible. Unless he does the thing with his tongue that he's doing right… oh God.

"Seeley," she sighed, sifting her fingers through the short hair on his head as he licked softly at the heat between her legs. "Holy shit," she whined, knowing he had her on a dangerous precipice. He chuckled at her whining, a feeling that vibrated off her clit, which was all she needed to go over the edge. For about the fourteen millionth time since he'd shown up at her apartment bearing Thai food the night before.

"Fucking hell, Booth," she groaned once she'd made it back down to Earth. She tugged gently on his hair as he kissed back up her body, finally arriving at her mouth.

"You know what else is sexy?" he asked.

"Hmm?" she questioned softly, massaging her tongue against his.

"Your dirty mouth."

"Maybe you should clean it up," she suggested slyly.

"Not for all the cherry pie in the entire world," he answered. He rolled to his back, drawing her up against his chest where she rested her chin.

"Tell me why it's so sexy," she requested, her eyes sliding shut from a combination of the bliss-inducing orgasm he'd given her and the gentle rhythm of his fingers stroking up and down her bare back.

"I dunno, Bones. I guess, it's just… normally you're just so… put together… that when you come apart so hard that you can't even control the words flying out of your mouth? That's hot."

"You want to know what I think is sexy about you?" she asked.

"I'm sure I could hazard a guess, but tell me anyway," he said.

"Well, first, your cocky attitude," she groaned good-naturedly.

"I knew it."

"And your arms. Wrapped around me just like they are right now. And how they harness all that power when you're trying to be gentle and go slow, but I can tell you really just want to pound into me."

Booth groaned, already feeling ready to go another round. "What else?" he asked.

"I wasn't done talking about your arms yet," she pouted.

"I'm sorry. I'll shut up."

"That's better. Now. On the pounding thing," she spoke slowly, carefully enunciating her words. "Every once in awhile that would be okay. Sometimes I want it just as bad as you do."

He nearly lost it right then and there. Who was this woman and what had happened to all the trepidation she'd had only moments before? Damn, he was good. "What else?" he managed to ask, even though his mind was on the next way he was going to get inside her.

"Your eyes. I've always had a thing for dark eyes, but yours are by far the best. Maybe it's because you smile so much," she said softly.

He gave her one of those smiles at that moment, encouraging her to continue.

"Let's see. Your arms, your eyes, your crunchy hair…"

"My what?!"

"Your hair. It's crunchy."

"My hair is not –"

"It is."

"It's the-"

"Gel. I know. Doesn't mean I don't like the feel of it between my fingers."

"Okay then."

She chuckled softly and trailed her fingers through his hair for a moment, stopping to kiss his forehead.

"So my arms, my eyes, my crunchy hair, what else?"

"Pretty high opinion you have of yourself, there Agent Booth."

He blushed for a moment, not having considered that perhaps her list of things she found sexy about him was not as long as his list about her. Which was fine. Really.

"I also happen to like your chest."

"Really?"

"Mmm," she answered, pressing a kiss to his pectoral muscle. "And your abs," she pressed a kiss to the area she spoke of.

"But you know what I think is most sexy about you?" she asked, kissing down the light dusting of hair that arrowed straight toward his manhood.

"What?" he asked in a choked gasp.

"Your (kiss) great (kiss) big (kiss) sexy (kiss)," she paused dramatically, raising her eyes to look at him. She pulled herself back up his body and placed another gentle kiss against his chest. "Heart."

At that moment, Seeley Booth wanted nothing more than to make love slowly and gently to the woman in his arms. No one had ever made him feel as good as his Bones. Even though she claimed to be no good with people, she always knew exactly what to say to inflate his ego and make him smile. Not to mention make him fall a little bit in love with her.

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A/N: Not as steamy as I had expected it to turn out, but I like it. Your thoughts?