Okay, so taking what everyone said into account, I made a compromise between what I wanted to do and what you guys wanted. Hope you all find it enjoyable. I didn't want to make it an M rating, but I since do enjoy partaking in a little smutty writing (despite the fact I think the only way you can really describe sex is 'oh god', 'expletive', 'unintelligible noise that may sound like a person in pain' – or a mixture of the three) I thought description but not overly descriptive could work. I'm just hoping I didn't delve into clichéville (I tried not to use the obvious euphemisms) and that it's pornorrific enough for you voracious readers ;)

Sorry it's so short, by the way, but really it should be chapter 12, anyway.

Chapter Thirteen: The Thought in the Minds

'Wait,' he said, slightly short of breath - but not from physical exertion. She'd just pulled off his shirt, throwing it aside, and he thought he'd better clarify things with her before he was way beyond caring.

Which he already almost was.

'What are we doing here, Bones? I want to... know where we both stand. Could you please just...' he paused, taking her by the hand so that she would stop stroking his leg with it.

Talk about damn insatiable.

He'd forgotten his line of thought. Clearing his throat, he looked at her, hoping he'd said enough to get a straight answer.

She sat back, giving him the small amount of space he needed to keep his mind working at a relatively normal speed. She leaned over to turn the light on, so that they could look at each other better.

For awhile she just sat cross legged next to him, looking thoughtful.

'I don't know, Booth. I'm afraid I can't answer that question the way you want me too, and that if I don't, it will hurt you.' She frowned, before raising her head to look at him.

He was surprised, and reached forward to take her hand, looking her straight on.

'Temperance, don't ever tell me what you think I want to hear, or how you think I want you to feel. I'm an idiot for ever pressuring you in one direction or another, especially when I lo- want you, just the way you are. You're a difficult woman, Bones, but you're absolutely perfect to me. So please, be honest about who you are and what you want.'

She nodded, not noticing that he'd almost told her that he loved her, in some shape or form. He carefully considered her reaction, and was relieved to see a smile.

'I know what you want this to be - what you want us to be, Booth. And I don't know if I'm capable of all of that... but I do know what I want now, now that your absence has caused me so much grief over the past few months-'

He grimaced at the thought of her in pain over him. He had been a fool to even try with another woman, an absolute fool. Not only had he hurt himself and Hannah, he'd hurt the woman that he truly loved.

'I know that I want you, Seeley.'

He knew it was cheesy, something penned in two dollar romance novels from the grocery story. But he really did feel as though fireworks were going off, that violins were playing, and that everything was right in the world. He smiled at her, and she gave him her smile in return. He felt like the luckiest man alive, just like every other man who'd finally found – and actually gotten the woman of their dreams. He was well aware that she'd probably never agree with him about love or life, or God, or the Universe. But what they had, what they were going to have now - he couldn't have asked for more. Maybe she didn't see the relationship the way he did, he certainly doubted that she would imagine them growing old together, and perhaps only accept it once they were grey and old. But it was all more than enough, more than anything he'd ever had in his life. Screw growing old together – he'd just take it one day at a time, and savour every moment.

She looked at him quizzically, waiting for him to say something. He kept smiling at her, and she wanted to know what he was thinking.

'What are you thinking about, Booth?' she asked, sitting back against the wall, crossing her arms.

He looked at her, a cheeky glint in his eye. He'd had enough serious discussion for the night, and was looking forward to that bursting dam that Sweets was always going on about.

'I was thinking about the reason I couldn't fall asleep.'

She raised an eyebrow, looking surprised at the change of topic, but intrigued all the same. 'Oh?' She asked.

'Mmm,' he said, nodding. 'It's because you're on my side of the bed.'

She couldn't help but laugh. 'What? No. This is my side of the bed. I always sleep on the left side of the bed.'

'I think you'll find, Bones, that I, too always sleep on the left side of the bed' he said, leaning down to kiss her arm, looking up at her.

'Don't think that your games-'she said, pushing his forehead away, 'will make me move.'

He grinned impishly, lowering his head to kiss her shoulder now. 'What games?' He asked innocently, catching her hand before she could push him away again. He interlocked his fingers with hers, before placing his hand on her leg. He rested his chin on her shoulder, running his fingertips over the underside of her leg, higher and higher, and then back down again to her ankle.

She couldn't help but laugh at his antics, despite the fact she felt incredibly turned on by them also. But she was just as stubborn as him, and nothing he did was going to make her move.

He didn't care about which side of the bed he was on, though it had been a fun way to lighten the atmosphere. He thought back to his fantasy from just the other afternoon, and relished the fact that he could run his hands over every part of this woman, kiss every part of her, and better yet, listen to those delicious noises she made while he was touching her.

Booth had never been with a woman so uninhibited, so responsive to his every touch and kiss. The wanton gasps she made in between kisses as he unbuttoned her cotton pyjama top were enough to drive any man crazy. It was all the more exhilarating that this was his Temperance, making those noises because of him, for him.

He sat back a moment, admiring the sight of her exposed body, savouring that look in her eyes that said so very clearly just how much she wanted him. She too relished the sight of him poring over her body, worshipping it in such a way that no other man ever had. Absolute exhilaration and excitement filled her, and she could barely contain herself from the onslaught of pleasure he elicited in her body. She'd always been such a thinker during sex – she loved sex, yes, but had always been almost scientific about it, working out the best way to increase her pleasure, what would best satisfy her. But with Booth, she didn't have to think. Everything was so natural, and so damn enjoyable.

Sitting up, she pulled the cotton shirt off and let it fall to the floor, kissing him passionately. He returned the kiss with equal gusto, and she pressed her body against him, wanting nothing more than to be as close to him as possible. It was her turn to run her hands over him; it was his turn to groan with pleasure. She'd never felt such pleasure at the sound of someone else's, and she was glad that he was as responsive to her touch as she was to his. She'd always felt as though she had the upper hand when it came to sexual relationships due to her superior knowledge of the body and sexual experience... but what Booth could do to her, and how he could make her feel just blew her away.

The darkness of lust in her eyes only mirrored his, and the heat that emanated from her body engulfed him as they removed the rest of their clothes, neither letting the other go in the process, always connected by a kiss or a touch. Their thoughts mirrored the others, as they had done for so long now –

She's so beautiful.

He's so amazing.

He nuzzled into her neck, kissing and sucking gently on the skin, eliciting more delightful noises from her that only propelled him further. Her hands were everywhere, firm against every part of his body except where he wanted – needed her hands to be, but she just kept teasing him, smiling at him lustily.

Finally breaking, he pinned her down, escaping her teasing hands and instead turning his own on her, tracing patterns over her breasts, her stomach, up and down her legs, all the while kissing her, loving the sound of her muffled moans against his mouth as he teased her, inching closer and closer to where he knew she wanted him to go.

But he couldn't deny her too long. There wasn't much he'd ever deny her, and when it gave him so much satisfaction, it was really an uphill battle from the start.

She moaned and writhed beneath him, and it was all he could do but to stop playing these games with her and finally give himself to her in his entirety. If this was how she reacted to foreplay... he couldn't wait to see how she would behave for the main event. She looked up at him, her eyes heavily lidded and barely focused. She reached out for him, pulling him into a kiss where he could almost taste her need, her absolute desire for him. She shifted under him, reaching out to guiding him towards her.

He gazed at her intently as they finally shared this moment, and when he was finally one with her, he had a moment of perfect clarity, of pure happiness.

This is where I belong.

In that moment they shared themselves, their pleasure, and the exact same thought.

This is where I belong.

Do you know what I realised when I was writing this story? How stupid a work 'uninhibited' is. It's like a double negative word, and it's annoying enough when someone uses a double negative (okay, so I'm a hypocrite. I do it all the time) because it's really confusing. But it should just be 'hibited', right? Just sayin'.

Hope they didn't wake up the children! ;) Reviews are always appreciated!