I do believe I promised almost pure smut this chapter, and here it is (well, it's not 'pure' really, pure impure smut?!). I know it's a short one, but I do love the cliff hanger endings!

Thanks to everyone who gave input about room arrangements. EmmyMayy and Labrat21 are the ones I went with – over both this and the next chapter, and maybe even the next!

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"B-Booth?" She tried and failed to hide the wobble in her voice.

"Yes Bones?" He pulled the SUV into a parking spot, having known this discussion would come.

"This is a wedding chapel!"

"It's also a hotel and it's the only place in town that would take us on such short notice." How he managed to keep his voice so composed, he'd never be sure.

Her face was contorted in an expression somewhere between fear and actual pain.

"How do you know?"

"I rang around while you were finishing at the site. It's this or we sleep in the car."

He saw her breathe a deep breath in, and out, in, and out.

"Are you okay there, Bones?" He looked across, trying to read her, but in true Brennan fashion she was visibly shutting down in front of him. Booth reached across to rest his hand gently on her thigh.

"Yes." She kept breathing deep, steadying breaths.

"There's something else ..."

She turned to him, mouth open but no words came.

"They only had one vacancy left." He opened the door and stepped out.

"Which room?" She choked out.

"Honeymoon suite." He spoke as he pushed the door closed. Booth had known she would panic as soon as she knew where they were staying, and he'd been putting off telling her since the moment he realised this really was their only option. He'd already explained, oh-so-politely of course, to the woman on the phone that the receipt needed to damn sure look as if there had been two rooms and she'd chuckled a little too heartily, fully understanding – 'claiming expenses?' she'd asked. Blushing from ear to ear, Booth had been remarkably thankful that this exchange had taken place over the telephone and not in person. This was one place he would not be flashing his FBI badge.

But now here they were: him standing, her sitting, in the parking lot of the Eternal Dreams Wedding Chapel and Hotel. The tension was palpable.

Striding around the car, he opened her door and gazed at her expectedly.

"Feeling skittish again, Bones?" His use of their word from the previous night made her skin tingle and she was catapulted back to reality.

"No." Confidence and sanity restored, if only for a moment. "I simply required a few moments to process my..." she paused to find a word she was happy with. "Thoughts."

"Feelings?" Booth chimed in at the exact same moment, a smug grin painting itself across his face. Feelings: something she couldn't explain or measure in that shiny lab of hers.

"Yes." On an eye roll, she conceded, none too willingly. "Needless to say, I momentarily experienced an outburst of irrational 'feelings' again." She spoke the word as if he'd accused her of momentarily becoming a purple elephant.

'"Fear isn't irrational."

"Fear has anthropological implications, but in certain situations, it is unhelpful." She glared at him. "I didn't cite fear anyway."

"You didn't have to. It was … is … written all over your face." She hadn't failed to notice that smug look of his and it was pissing her off to no end.

"Don't be foolish Booth, there are no words on my face." And with that she stepped from the vehicle and slammed the passenger door, pulling it away from his clutches. She moved with purpose towards the front door. He enjoyed winding her up far too much. Or perhaps, he thought for a moment, he just enjoyed the view if her ass when she walked away from him.

Smiling to himself, he jogged to catch up to her and wordlessly his hand came to rest on the small of her back as if it were his second home. Her shoulders dropped and Booth heard her breathe a long sigh at his touch. Her tension melted away and he opened the door for her and they stepped into ...

Whether this was supposed to be heaven or hell, Booth wasn't sure: Gaudy paintwork, ridiculously fake chandeliers, hearts everywhere (carpet, wallpaper, curtains, cushions … everywhere!), far too many photos of happy couples looking back at them from the walls. Booth had always considered himself a romantic, but this was too much even for him, and from the look on her face, way too much for Brennan. Leaning over, he swiped a couple of stray hairs from her forehead and whispered into her ear.

"Give me five minutes alone in here with you and I promise that genius brain of yours won't even be able to tell me what colour the carpet is, let alone notice the cheesy decor."

His breath tickled her skin and, combined with his words, caused a shiver to trickle down her spine.

She let out a ragged breath.

"We need to get to the room. Now."

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They were barely through the door when Booth found himself being forced back against it, firm enough to both slam the door and expel all the air from his lungs. It seemed mere microseconds before her lips were pressed hard against his and her whole body had plastered itself along his form. In the fraction of a moment it took for him to process her assault, her fingers were clawing at his sculpted chest, unfastening buttons as they went.

An agonising thought flashed through his mind that his participation really wasn't necessary anymore, but the delicious moan that escaped her when he finally came to his senses and engaged in her passionate kiss, squashed that thought flat.

Lifting a leg from the ground, she rest a knee high on the door behind them, and ground her cloth-covered core over his rapidly hardening member. Her lips didn't seem willing to leave his even for a second as she ate him up hungrily, tongue demanding entry into his warmth. With his fingers toying in her pony tailed hair, Booth granted her wish and relished the compete lack of abandon she was displaying, realising (perhaps for the first time) that she wanted him, just as badly as he needed her. They'd blown the lid off the barrel, and the monkeys had come flying out. Though, he had no doubt, she wouldn't know what that meant. The very thought aroused him further.

Pulling back to breathe (only when it was absolutely, desperately, needed) Booth spoke on a growl.

"Bones," She latched herself to his neck instead, biting, licking, savouring, as if not willing to be disconnected from him for even a heartbeat. "What's gotten into you?!"

"Not you. Not yet." And with that her hands flew from his chest to his cocky belt buckle, and in one swift easy movement, his pants were around his ankles. She cupped him roughly through his tented boxers and he damn near whimpered at her touch.

Dropping to her knees, she whipped his underwear down just as fast and gripped him firmly. Gazing up at him, Brennan met his eyes and licked her lips in anticipation, pausing just for a second as she shot him a wicked grin that made his knees weak and his stance widen, kicking just one foot free from his pooled pants.

"All day …" She trailed her tongue up the inside of one thigh, drinking in the taste of him and the lingering scent on his skin that was undeniably Boothy. She came dangerously close to, but never quite touched, his pulsing cock.

"… I've been thinking, …" She placed open-mouth kisses down the other, still not touching him where he wanted, needed. Reaching down, he pulled the elastic from her hair and freed her ponytail. Released from its confines, her silky hair fell against his skin and sent shivers through him.

"… Well, longing, really, …" She made the journey upwards again, nipping at his soft flesh with her teeth, nails clawing at his bare ass.

"… To taste you again." And so she did.

When Booth felt sure his legs wouldn't hold him up another second, when he was convinced he would lose it simply at the sound of her voice, when he felt sure she was trying to kill him from sheer anticipation, she wrapped those flawless lips around his tip and swirled her tongue across his slit.

"All day long." She gripped him firmly as she dragged her teeth along his length. She moaned lightly as she took him in deeply, the vibrations in her throat travelling deliciously along his hardness. Withdrawing slightly, she held just his tip in her mouth, caressing it with her tongue, laving attention across his head while she stroked his length with her nimble fingers.

"Oh God, Bones!" He breathed fast and shallow as she took his length back into her warmth, working his underside with her tongue.

He fought desperately to maintain some semblance of brain function as she battered his senses in the greatest way possible. Determined not to appear to give in quite so easily to her touch, he spoke through gritted teeth.

"You…" Booth panted gruffly as she worked him faster. "… Were the one teasing me…" His head lolled back against the door for a second before he forced it back upright. "… All damn day!"

She pulled her mouth away, loosening her hold on him, and gazed upwards, the playful glint in her eye bordering on terrifying. He throbbed at the loss of her touch.

"Oh Agent Booth," she purred, dragging out the vowel sound in his name before poking out her tongue to lick his tip ever so lightly. "You'd know if I was teasing you."

She parted her lips, moving as if to encase him again, but stopped mere millimetres short. Exhaling deeply, her warm breath danced across his damp skin and she saw his stomach muscles quiver.

"This." She grinned up at him. "This is teasing, Booth."

Pulling away once more, she brought a finger to her mouth and suckled on it gently, all the while looking up at him, smiling as his breathing grew ever more erratic and his heart pounded in his chest. She watched as he swallowed hard, and could practically see his eyes fighting to close while he forced them to watch her. Withdrawing her finger with a pop-sound from her mouth, she trailed her moistened digit along his hardened length, her trimmed nail digging into his flesh just enough as he shuddered beneath her.

Sitting up straighter on her knees, she planted open mouth kisses across his stomach, knowing full well that her hair was curtaining around his member. Pushing his open shirt wider and out of her way, she licked a path from his bellybutton, across to his hip, and down through the crease at the top of his thigh, lower, until she was once again at eye level with his hardness. Every movement caused her hair to ripple and left him reeling for a firmer touch.

Brennan leaned in close to him and his head fell back against the door in relief at the prospect of finally being returned to her heat. His hands were splayed against the door behind him in anticipation. But yet again the contact was denied as she simply pierced her lips together and blew along his length instead. His skin tingled as the cool air wrapped around his throbbing member. Her still damp finger marked out absentminded patterns along the inside of his thigh.

Poking her tongue out, she tasted his tip once more, knowing he was desperate for more but unwilling to give in just yet.

"If you are unsatisfied by my teasing, perhaps you should do something about it."