I haven't read this through at all yet. I'm off to work right now and wanted to get it online before I left, so feel free to point out typos and mistakes!!

Also, there is interaction at the bottom.

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Brennan found herself being pulled from sleep, something dragging her the lovely dream she'd been enjoying. It took several beats for her to realise what has disturbed her slumber as she felt a puff of warm air against the inside of her thigh. It was followed by the warm softness of lips brushing deliciously close to her naked core.

She opened her eyes and a moan dripped from her lips at the sight that met her: Booth, kneeling between her thighs, tongue circling her clit slowly. She clawed at the bed sheets, arms spread wide, as pleasure washed over her.

He raised his head, looking at her along her stomach and breasts.

"Sorry," he flicked at her with his tongue. "Did I wake you?" His smile grew wide as she bucked under his touch.

"Yes … but … forgiven." She panted the words at him while he resumed lapping at her juices.

"Good." He bit at her softly, causing her hips to rise off the bed. Booth buried his tongue in her entrance, moving swiftly and with force. He flicked at her clit with his forefinger and she bucked again.

He continued his lavishing of her, flicking, licking, relishing her taste, and despite driving her crazy, she couldn't quite reach the height of pleasure.

"Booth." Her voice full of both arousal and frustration. "I need .. ahh…" Her arm rose off the bed before clenching into a fist and pounding the bed. "I can't without …" She flopped back against the bed, fury now mixing in equal parts with the excitement surging through her.

She raised her arm from the bed again and she trailed her fingers lightly across her belly. They dropped lower and she combed through her public hair.

Booth understood what it was she needed.

"Do it." He urged, resuming his tongue-lashings. With his approval, she gave in the urge; fingers anchoring around her clit, she began rubbing frantic circles against herself.

Eyes slammed closed, she touched at herself with urgency.

"Look at me." Booth instructed between tongue thrusts.

And so she did, the final hurdle conquered. With the joint force of his tongue, her fingers, and the look in his eye as he ravaged her, she allowed the orgasm to wash over her, Brennan's whole body seemingly tingling in it's wake.

While her fingers stilled, his tongue continued to lap at her softly, slowly, until her breathing steadied.

He crawled up the bed to lie on his belly beside her, propping himself up on his elbows. He leaned in to kiss her gently.

"Good morning." He beamed down at her with a boyish grin.

She raised her head off the pillow to kiss him properly, her hand on the back of his head, pulling him in tightly. Biting at his lower lip, she pulled away.

"Hi." Her gaze met his as she grinned up at him.

Rolling into him, she toppled Booth onto his side, and they lay facing each other. Her hands clasped, she rest her face against the pillow. She breathed a deep sigh, opening and closing her mouth several times, intending to speak but never quite finding the words. It distressed her.

Booth kissed her on the forehead, draping an arm around her. His fingers began mapping out random patterns on the small of her back.

"What is it, Bones?"

She thought she saw concern in his eyes, but knew that reading people really wasn't a strong suit of hers.

"I …" She nuzzled into his chest, closing her eyes. "I was contemplating what happens now."

"Well, it's morning. So usually I'd get dressed, grab some coffee, and go to work on a case with you.

Her fist pounded against his bare chest.

"I know you know that wasn't what I meant. What happens now about … this?"

"You've been preaching the joys of casual sex for years and now …"

She interrupted him.

"While I do not preach, anthropologically, a relationship based on sex …"

"Earth-moving sex" he cut in.

Her mouth open, mid sentence, she looked confused, all humour gone from her eyes.

"While you are admittedly quite good," he let out a faint gasp, feigning a pained expression that she either didn't register or chose to ignore, "the earth did not move, any more than due to the natural gravitational pull of the sun and various other celestial bodies."

"You've got a kicking celestial body." He laughed at his own joke.

"Booth, that makes no sense."

He kissed her hard, before any more long words could skip across her lips.

His cell phone rang and he fell away from her with a frustrated grunt, reaching for it on the nightstand.

"Booth." He answered, closing his eyes in an attempt to focus. She draped herself across him, head on his chest. Listening to his heartbeat, her fingers began fidgeting with his nipple. He shot her a warning glance before shutting his eyes once more.

Smiling to herself, she trailed her fingers across his chest, tracing the well-defined contours of his various muscles. She circled his navel before running her finger lower, following the direction of his hair towards his groin. The residual effect of her wake-up call, combined with the softness of her touch, had left him semi-hard.

She drew her finger lazily back and forth along his length, swirling around the head before travelling back up his shaft. She felt his body grow stiff beneath her and he spoke with increasingly gritted teeth down the phone.

Rolling on top of him, she planted her palms firmly against his chest, grinding herself against his erection. She saw his swallow hard in order to stifle a groan. Leaning back against his legs, she gripped him firmly, pumping him slowly, feeling him grow harder with every passing second.

His eyes open now, he watched her every move. He muttered single word answers down the phone, no longer listening to the caller.

Positioning herself over him, she rose onto her knees briefly before lowering her waiting core onto him. Inch by inch she took him in fully. Holding him inside her, she rolled her inner muscles around him. His breathing hitched up a gear as she began rolling her hips around him. He shook beneath her.

"Sir. Sir. I have to go."

The moment the cell was snapped shut her lips were against his, breasts crushed against his chest as she rocked her hips back and forth.

"You're bad, Bones." He breathed the words into her mouth.

"You want me to stop?" She pulled away slightly, squeezing him with her muscles.

"Oh god, no." Letting out a moan, he rolled them over. She whimpered as he began pounding into her. Her head dropped back as he latched onto her neck. Stoking into her over and over, their climax came quick and powerful; she shattered around him as he flowed into her.

He lay over her, gazing down into her eyes, their breathing steadily returning to normal. He kissed her slowly; tongue running along her bottom lip before poking into her warmth.

Rolling off of her, he lay on his back on the bed.

"I can't believe you did that!" She felt him shake his head against the pillow.

"Why, who was on the phone?" Her eyes twinkled mischievously.

He rolled towards her, smiling and wiggling his eyebrows.

"Hacker. We have a case, Bones."

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Okay, interaction time again: What now? Should they go off on the case (I haven't actually planned it at all, haven't even attempted a case-fic yet. I'm sure there would be potential for some steamy, probably secret, scenes but it might take me some time to write.)?

Or?

Should I end this one here and start something new? In which case, I'm open to suggestions or prompts for the new story.

Let me have it guys :-D

(Both may or may not be an option!)