Title: Baring It All
Author: Tom's gg
Chapter: 21/?
Chapter Title: Ordinary Day
Characters: Brennan/ Booth
Rating: M - Strong Sexual Content
Spoilers: None

I do not own the characters- that distinction belongs to FOX… but God I wish I did!

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"That's it? That's the best you can do? You're gonna kiss me senseless, take off all my clothes and make love to me till morning?" Brennan had returned to her seat, and she was glaring at him in annoyance. "I hope you brought some warm pajama's mister F.B.I. guy, because you are not going to get lucky tonight."

"What do you want from me?" Booth whined as he tried to reach across the car and pull her back while still maintaining control of the wheel.

Brennan wasn't really upset with him; she just wanted to see how far she could push him given his verbal inhibitions. After all, sexual compatibility wasn't all physical; there was an intellectual component to it as well. She knew what Seeley Booth was capable of, and she wanted to make damn sure that he knew it as well.

"You can be an infuriating woman sometimes Temperance Brennan," he growled.

"What do you want me to tell you?… that the second we get into the hotel I'm going to take you in my arms. Of course… you're still gonna be mad, because we both know how much you love to fight with me-"

Brennan twisted in her seat to face him. Shock and confusion flashed across her face. "I do not love to fight with you. Why would you say that?"

Booth laughed seductively and smirked at her. "Because bickering is your favorite form of foreplay."

Brennan looked even more shocked than before. "What? Booth… I don't… we bicker because we have very different perspectives on a variety of issues. Since when has that become part of our sexual intercourse."

Booth looked over at her with a sudden intensity. "Since when has our bickering not been part of our intercourse?"

Brennan felt a flush race up her neck and across her cheeks. Could he be right? Was the tension in their bickering just another part of their foreplay?

Brennan thought about the frustration she had always felt after a disagreement with Booth. There was annoyance, uncertainty, but… there was also much more. There was a physical component as well. She would feel unsettled, like her core temperature had been raised too quickly; every nerve tingled as if it were too close to the skin.

Booth allowed her to some time before he continued; his hand trailed up her arm. "Like I said… you'll still be mad, so I'll have to convince you."

Brennan looked at him through the veil of her lashes. "And how will you convince me?"

Booth hesitated for just a second. "I'll have to start small. I think I'll start with that sensitive spot at the back of your neck."

His hand slid up her arm and over her shoulder to find the spot they both knew so well.

Brennan felt her breath quicken; her voice quivered as she continued to push him. "You know… you can't just charm your way out of everything with a neck rub."

"You're right… of course," Booth chuckled. "While I'm kissing your neck, I'm going to remember to tell you how beautiful you look in that top. How the blue makes your eyes sparkle.

(Her chest began to heave as his hand worked its magic at the base of her neck.)

"Then I'll convince you to let me help you take your shirt off."

Brennan laughed softly. "And why would I let you do that?"

"Because I'd ask very nicely." One of his most seductive charm smiles danced across his face, his hand moved down her collar to trace the neckline of her blouse.

"Then of course, you'd want to take off my shirt, because you have always insisted on maintaining equality in our relationship.

(They both chuckled at this.)

"Once our shirts were off, we'd realize how ridiculously over dressed we were with our pants still on. I could help you with that."

His hand moved down to slide up and down her thigh skirting dangerously close to her core where the heat had begun to rise.

"How generous of you," she laughed.

"I'm always very generous baby. You know that." His hand finally centered over her heat and rubbed softly causing just the slightest amount of friction. Brennan pulled a breath into her constricting lungs. It took so much effort it left her dizzy.

"I think by this time you'll almost have forgiven me," Booth drawled; the sing song cadence of his voice practically hypnotized her. "I think it will only take a little more convincing… as I take off your slacks… I'll drop to my knees. I think I'll spend a little time on that soft spot on your belly- the one that makes you laugh.

His hand moved up to rub across her abdomen. She couldn't stop the laugh that rolled up through her throat as she leaned into him.

"You see… by that time you'll have completely forgiven me for my transgressions, and we can focus on the important things."

"Important things?" she sighed.

"Mmmm… very important things."

Booth suddenly whipped the car to the right to take the nearest off ramp, and pulled into the closest hotel. They were still over an hour away from New York, but Brennan hadn't really expected them to drive into the city this late.

Booth disappeared into the lobby for several minutes. When he returned, he quickly pulled the car around to the back side of the hotel where there were only a few vehicles parked. He grabbed their bags out of the backseat and helped her out of the car.

Booth practically shoved her through the door, turning to flip the lock as soon as they were in. He dropped the bags and grabbed her.

"Now… where were we? Ahhh yes."

He flipped her around and pressed himself against her back, gently lifting the hair off her neck to nuzzle the exact spot he'd promised. As she leaned back into him, he slowly peeled her shirt up and over her head.

"God you're beautiful. Sooo… beautiful." Lips moved across satin skin. The heat rose to an almost unbearable level. Brennan spun into him, then pulled his shirt up over his head.

As promised, Booth dropped to his knees. He kissed across her abdomen as he unzipped her slacks, and peeled the fabric down her hips.

"So damn beautiful. I need you so badly. You're all I want… all I need. I- (sigh) God Booones. Unhh."

Brennan dug her fingers into his scalp; she pushed her hips into his hungry mouth. "Booth… I need you too. You… you're driving me crazy. Please Booth. Please."

She couldn't believe how fast he moved. One minute he was in front of her with his face pressed to her abdomen, and the next he had her down on the bed underneath him.

Her panties and bra were gone before she knew it. He stroked her from head to thigh with his hands, and she moved with him, surging, arching, feeling his bare skin against her.

She was aching and light-headed as he nuzzled her neck and nibbled on her collarbone, working his way down to her breasts. She watched as his tongue came out and ran a circle around her nipple before he took it into his mouth.

As he suckled her, his hand slid up her inner thigh and he was touching her core. She heaved under him, breath shooting out of her lungs in a rush. Brennan moaned. She was so wet now, her body ready for him to drive deep into her; she had to gasp for air.

He was back up at her ear. He sucked her neck until it stung and then took her earlobe between his teeth, punishing her with pleasure.

"God you drive me crazy," he moaned. "Do you feel what you do to me?"

His thigh was pressed between hers as his hips drove into her core. She could feel the thick length of him against her. His hand dipped under her ass, tucking her closer, and then his erection pushed into her, hitting just the right spot. He retreated and surged forward again… she cried out.

She grabbed his neck and pulled his lips down to cover hers; his tongue swept across hers.

"You kill me," he husked, when their mouths finally separated. His lips were pressed to her ear, his beard growth rasped against her cheek.

She arched up off the bed. One of his hands went to the small of her back, and the other threaded into her hair.

"Bones…" he kissed her frantically. "I love you. God I love you."

Brennan froze; she breathed deeply. He was all over her, inside her mouth, on top of her body, his heat, his smell, and his erection filled her completely; he was a consuming presence inside her. Without thought she pushed and tucked, rolling herself on top of him.

His chest heaved. She planted her hands on his shoulders and pushed up from him. The friction was electric. She slid back down on his erection slowly, then repeated the motion over and over again.

Her rhythm was a slow glide. The thickness, the heat, and the length of him created a twisting knot of energy deep in her core. She looked down at him.

He was the picture of male ecstasy. A fine sheen of sweat coated his chest and brow. His head was hitched back, lips parted, yet he continued to watch her through lowered lids. His eyes lingered on the spot where they were joined.

"I love you too Booth," she whispered. When his eyes came up to claim hers, she exploded with a shattering blast. Her orgasm swept through her body robbing her of sight and breath and heartbeat, until all she could do was collapse into him.

"I love you too."

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Booth felt amazing. Better than amazing. He prayed to God that it hadn't all been a dream. She'd said 'I love you'. It was a fucking miracle.

When he opened his eyes he knew it was still nighttime. He had no idea why he was up, only that an extreme sense of awe and amazement flooded through him.

Hair brushed the inside of his thigh, and he glanced down his body. No wonder he felt so damn amazing.

"Christ, Bones," he rasped. She swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, then took him in deep. She sucked hard.

"Jesus, Temperance. Are you trying to kill me?" She smiled up at him with a predatory gleam in her eyes as she released him.

"Trust me Seeley… for this… I need you very much alive." She deep throated him again, and he knew he was lost… completely, perfectly, blissfully lost.

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Lost and Found… all at the same time!

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Vanessa Carlton - Ordinary Day