Dec. 23rd: Angie_Blacker chose the word "Peru".

OOOOO

"Booth, I'm trying to read." She said as she swatted him away from her playfully.

"Read tomorrow." He whined, wanting her attention. "You're not supposed to work in bed."

"This report is supposed to be peer-reviewed and returned by midnight. I've already put it off twice." She reminded him. He sighed at her stern tone.

"What's it about?"

"The author uncovered a new set of Inca remains in Peru." She explained. "Hey! Hands!" She warned him as she felt his fingers encroaching up her thigh. "What is the author going to think if I'm late?"

"Are you reviewing it well?"

"No. It's terrible."

"Then I'm doing them a favor." He grinned as he pulled her by her hip closer to him and let his hands trail up her nightgown again.

"Booth! Peru…" She was cut off by his lips on hers. She sighed, both in acquiescence and in lust. It was nearly impossible to ignore him when he was lying right next to her, warm and strong. She let herself give in slightly before pulling away. "Am I going to have to move?" She asked him honestly. "I can do this at the lab."

"It's ten o'clock at night and you're in your nightgown! You are not leaving this bed."

"Then you're going to have to behave." She warned one last time. "I can't put this down until it's finished." Booth got an evil grin on his face and nodded.

"I won't take it away from you." He promised solemnly. She understood immediately that he must have found a loophole. She felt his fingers walking over her leg before sliding his hand up and down the inside of her thigh. He slipped beneath the blankets but she decided the best thing to do was ignore him and focus on typing the rest of her review quickly. Maybe she could finish before he could get her into any real trouble….

"Oh my god." She murmured to herself as he tugged off her underwear. He must have heard her because he kissed the inside of her thigh and she could practically see him smirking. She had her laptop perched on her thighs, with her legs open but bent at the knees. It seemed like a good idea until she realized it was practically inviting Booth to sidle up in between her legs, throw her knees over each shoulder and tease her relentlessly while she continued to work. True to her premonition, he did just that, slipping her legs easily over his wide, strong shoulders without her having to even adjust her laptop. She continued to type, refusing to give in until she absolutely had to yield. His mouth trailed up her thigh and she felt her double-crossing body go wet for him. He let his finger tip graze her damp curls before slipping just a finger tip inside her. She paused only for a moment but he didn't move, so she continued typing. As she typed, he moved deeper within her. When she paused at the end of a paragraph, so did he. She instantly understood the game. If she stopped typing, he stopped moving.

The bastard.

She tested her hypothesis out by typing wildly for a moment. Sure enough, he stroked her quickly.

Brennan began finishing her review as quickly as she could, her hips moving ever so slightly in a rhythm that he was pulling from her, beneath her laptop. His finger was soon joined by another and she could feel him pushing easily into her folds. She was nearly done and feeling proud of herself when his mouth found her clit. With two fingers still pumping slowly inside her, his tongue began to lave luxuriously at the bundle of nerves until it hardened for him. His fingers were now stroking her walls at the same rhythm his tongue was moving across her clit. Her hips were moving in slow circles, hypnotically matching the rhythm. She abandoned her typing as she closed her eyes and he stopped, pulled away and waited.

"Booth!" She hissed. "I'm nearly done. I'm proof-reading." She offered the excuse meekly. "Please, you have to let me finish." She begged and she felt his silent laughter rumble beneath the sheets. "The editing. You have to let me finish the editing." She added as she went back to scanning the article frantically. She typed up an email and sent it on its way.

"Done!" She cried as tossed her laptop to the side. She shoved the blankets aside, exposing Booth, and she yanked him up to meet her. "Now get inside me. Now." She commanded again for emphasis. Booth pushed his pajama pants to his ankles and settled in between her legs. Brennan clutched his ass cheeks as he slowly drove into her wet and swollen core.

"Yes." Booth groaned into her neck. "God, Bones. You're so ready, aren't you?"

"Mmmm, more, more." She begged as he thrust into her faster. "I'm so close. I'm…" She lost the ability to speak as her orgasm slammed over her. She closed her eyes and let it batter her body, riding it out until there was nothing left.

When Brennan opened her eyes again, Booth was staring at her with avid attention. His neck muscles were a bit strained but he smiled at her.

"Better?" He asked, ignoring the fact that he was still ramrod stiff inside her. She nodded with a sensual satisfaction before pulling him in and kissing him seductively. She could practically taste his frustration on her tongue as her hands ran through his hair. Never breaking the kiss, she moved her hips slowly, encouraging him to continue and, unable to resist, he began to thrust into her again. She felt him moan into her mouth and it turned her on to no end. She let her hands go traveling over the taut, firm muscles in his shoulders and back and she felt each one ripple deliciously under her hands. She ran her fingernails slowly up and down the groove of his spine and she felt Booth shudder a bit before coming hard inside her.

"Better?" Brennan asked, repeating his question from earlier and Booth let out a breathless chuckle.

"You're always better." He complimented as he pulled her closer to him. "You drive me crazy." He confessed as he rubbed his nose against hers.

"Mmm, the feeling's mutual." She responded.