I was accused of being just as much of a tease as Brennan at the end there, and that may have pushed me into writing this part extra fast. Do not believe that such emotional trickery will win every time. Okay, it might. But don't do it again!

That said, there does seem to be a direct correlation between comments received and the speed chapters are written ……… insert your own conclusions here ;-)

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Oh, he'd do something about it all right.

Reaching down to her, Booth gripped Brennan firmly beneath the arms and dragged her back to standing, pulling her tightly against him to claim her lips. She leant against him firmly as his grip shifted, fingers travelling down her back and cupping her ass instead. Lifting her clean off the floor and stepping away from the door, Brennan's legs automatically wrapped around his waist as she drew herself in closer, grinding herself against his stomach. He could feel the heat radiating from her core through her pants.

Breaking away from her lips, Booth spoke:

"I just realised something." His face was deadly serious.

"What?" Her eyes flashed wide with panic as she grew still in his arms.

"You're wearing far too many clothes."

The giggle she emitted stopped him in his tracks. They were four steps from the door, and weren't going to make it any further: the extra 30 seconds it was going to take to get to the bedroom was simply too long to wait. Lowering her gently to the ground, he cupped her head in one hand to stop it hitting the floor. Hair haloed beneath her, Booth simply stared for a second or two, until her fingers curling around his exposed length brought him rocketing back to his senses.

"You're beautiful." He mumbled as he attacked her neck with his lips, fingers going to work on the tiny buttons of her blouse. After leaving in such a hurry that morning neither of them had fresh clothes to wear the following day, so ripping this blouse open was not an option.

Two buttons popped open, three, four; he kissed his way down her neck, over her encased breasts and along her uncovered stomach. Arching off the floor, she spoke breathily.

"I'm going to buy you a thesaurus." She moaned as he snapped open the button on her pants.

"Why?" Un-perplexed he slid her pants down her long, smooth legs as she writhed beneath him. At some point in their partnership he'd grown used to her spouting seemingly irrelevant facts at inappropriate moments, and more times than not, they wound up being relevant after all. Booth figured he should have known during sex would be no different.

"To teach you some new adjectives." Her eyes closed as he moved lower down her body.

"Hu?" No less confused, he began peppered the tops of her thighs with kisses.

"You've used 'beautiful' multiple times in the past 24 hours."

"Is there something wrong with calling you 'beautiful', beautiful?" She didn't see the playful glint in his eye as he laved attention across her firm stomach.

"No, but … Oh Booth, yesmmm…" He bit her lightly, tugging at her soft skin, learning, cataloguing, drinking in her responses to him. "But there are other words."

"I know, Bones." Barely listening, he pushed the open blouse up and over her shoulders, lifting her torso from the floor slightly to discard it completely.

"I think you're gorgeous...." He kissed at her now bare shoulders before flicking her bra straps down, soothing the pale marks they left with his tongue.

"And sophisticated." He guided her up from the floor again to unclasp her bra. Like a doll, she simply absorbed his words, malleable to his touch – for now.

"And elegant." Pulling the loose fabric away from her, he allowed her breasts to spill out and settle naturally in her laid-back position. Her arms spread across the floor above her head, she drank in his touch and his voice, attempting to keep the smile twitching at the corners of her lips from breaking across her face.

"And oh-so-sexy." He emphasised his point taking a nipple into his mouth and tugging against it forcefully as it puckered in response.

A whimper escaped her as she arched against his touch.

"Okay, I get it." Her breathing came laboured and shallow. "You know a lot of words. But Booth," she locked her fingers in his hair, tugging gently until he raised his mouth from her flesh and looked up at her with piercing brown eyes. "There's still one thing I don't understand."

"What's that then, gorgeous?"

"Why you aren't inside me yet."

Trailing her touch beneath his open shirt, she pushed it back from his shoulders and left it to fall down his arms until Booth took the last move and tossed the offending garment onto the floor, piling it with the various other forgotten articles of clothing. Tracing her fingertips across his now bare shoulders, Brennan dug her nails into his back as she twisted beneath him, desperate to feel him against her. Straddling her thighs, Booth sat lower against her flesh, effectively pinning her to the floor and leaving her entirely at his mercy. He leaned in low to whisper throatily in her ear.

"What do you want inside of you?" he toyed with her, allowing the tip of his bare erection to brush against her cloth-covered entrance.

"You." She tried to arch into him, but couldn't move for his weight bearing down on her.

"My what?"

"Your cock." She groaned as he pushed harder, the fabric of her panties stretching to allow him to enter her just barely, friction rubbing pleasantly against her clit as he did so.

"Is that the only word for it?" He fingered the elastic of her underwear, pushing them down slightly, exposing the trimmed thatch of curls concealed beneath, brushing against her lightly but nowhere near enough to satisfy her just yet.

"Boooooth!?" She fought against him, arching off the floor again, whimpering at his lack of penetration, hungry to feel him fill her.

"No, its not called a 'booth'." He pulled his touch away from her to highlight her wrongful answer.

Desperately Brennan reached for his arousal but found her target being pulling further from her grasp.

"Looks like someone else needs the thesaurus." He chuckled, shaking his head teasingly.

"Penis!" Flopping back against the floor in resignation, she near-yelled the word, yearning for his touch. Booth leaned in close against her, pressing said part of his anatomy against her deliciously moist panties.

"Bone." On a groan she searched her mind for any word or colloquialism she knew - not an easy task given that every cell in her was screaming for release and refused to process any coherent thought.

"Dick! Lance!" Nibbling at her earlobe, he slipped her underwear to the side and allowed the slightest tip of him to enter her agonisingly slowly. Rocking her hips beneath him, Brennan strained to draw more of him into her, the longing to feel him fill her simply overwhelming.

"Pl-please Booth." The self-confident scientist in her resented being brought to begging, but she had little power left to resist.

"One more." He teased, easing into her a little more. It was taking every drop of his self-control not to impale her right there and then at the sound of her pleading for him.

"I don't know, Booth." There was no hiding the whine in her voice this time. "Please."

"Come on, one more." Her eyes were closed now, fists clenched by her sides in frustration. Booth knew he was being mean at this point, but couldn't bring himself to relinquish control quite yet – this was payback for her torturous teasing of him just before.

He eased into her ever so slightly more, holding back, fighting against her as she rolled her hips to draw him in.

"PHALLUS!" The word had barely tripped off her tongue before he drove into her with full force. Brennan's head fell back against the hard floor as he pounded into her time and time again, her desperate whimpers turning to delighted moans. Leaning low over her, he nipped at her neck, her shoulders, her chest – any place he could get a taste of her while maintaining the fast, rough rhythm he was carving out below.

Planting her knee firmly against his hip, she flipped them over, straddling him. She didn't hear the crack as his back hit the floor, nor distinguish the pained yelp from amidst his other moans. She kicked her panties off before guiding him into her once more. Rolling her hips around his hardness, she rode with expertise, groaning deeply as she took more of him into wetness. Booth reached for her breast, rolling a nipple between his fingers as he caressed the flesh.

Leaning low, pasting herself along him, she moulded her body to his, all the time squeezing and releasing him with her muscles, relishing the feel of him swell within her. She claimed his lips in a furious kiss, craving entrance to his warmth. Tongues wrestling, her fingers meshed in his hair as she brought them closer to the point of no return.

Booth brought his hands up to cup her face, near-pushing her from his lips in order to look her in the eye. She gazed back at him, beaming from ear to ear, cheeks tinted with a deep pink blush, eyes twinkling in delight. Riding him faster now, her breathing was becoming increasingly erratic and she was struggling to keep a steady rhythm as her orgasm itched to take hold.

Thumbing her cheek, he watched as she gnawed on her lower lip, fighting her release, prolonging their encounter. Suffering (though, rather pleasurably, it had to be admitted) the same fate, Booth beaconed to her.

"Come for me, Bones. Look at me and let everything go."

Releasing one hand from her face, his fingers snaked between them as he settled his fingers over her core, flicking her lightly as she continued riding him.

And has they had that morning: eyes met as the climax rocked her body. Deep, caring eyes that told her she was loved. Brown pools that said everything would be okay. Curious orbs that drank in her every move and yearned to learn every quirk she had. Eyes that, for years, had been drawing her deepest secrets into the open and showing her there was nothing to be afraid or ashamed of after all.

She shattered around him, chest heaving with deep gasping breaths, walls fluttering as wave after wave took hold. He gripped her ass firmly as she raised herself up off him almost to the tip, before sinking back onto him. As his own release loomed, Booth moved his hips with hers as best he could, pulling away as she rose up, driving home as she slammed back down, her bare ass slapping against his raised thighs.

Brennan could rapidly feel her second peak brewing low in her belly as Booth was thundering towards his own release. Head lifted from the ground slightly, he reached upwards to kiss her, yearning to feel her warmth around his tongue simultaneously with her around his arousal. Connection made, he finally gave into the most natural of all urges and allowed the pleasure to wash over him and spill out into her. Shuddering around him, she let out a deep guttural moan as the force of his release pushed her into her own.

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Spent, they lay on the ground, her ear pressed against his chest. Booth wrapped his arms around her, fingers playing with the ends of her hair as it splayed across her back. Minutes passed and neither spoke; their breathing steadily slowed to normal and the sweat evaporated from their bodies. Brennan listed as his heartbeat became less frantic and settled into a steady rhythm. Another noise underpinned the secure drumming of his pulse. Raising her head to look at him, she saw the source of the sound, but not the cause.

"Booth?" She crossed her arms against his torso, chin resting on them. Watching him, her head rose and fell with his breathing while his eyes remained closed.

"Mmmmmm?" The answer rumbled from deep within his chest and the sound reverberated against her. She smiled, looking up at him with lazy eyes.

"Why are you grinding your teeth? That's an exceedingly unwise habit, so far as your dental health is concerned."

Opening his eyes, he looked down at her, motionless, pain painted across his face.

"Did you hurt your back again?" She rolled to one side, easing her weight off of him, though keeping a leg and arm draped across his skin, unwilling to relinquish the contact between them just yet. "It doesn't appear to have negatively impacted on your sexual performance, though I image the endorphins released in response to sexual stimuli numbed–"

"Bones." He cut her off. "Not right now." He let out a deep sigh. "Could you maybe find me some ice or use your 'magic knuckles' and fix it like you did before? Or something! I may never get up off this floor otherwise." The frustration was evident in his voice.

Smiling, she leant upwards and placed a soft kiss on his chin before peeling herself off of him and standing slowly, body having stiffened from lying still for too long.

"Okay, although ice may not be the – "

He cut her off again, wrapping his fingers around her ankle (the only part of her he could currently reach to touch).

"Please."

With a nod and a smile, she disappeared from sight.

Whether she was gone two minutes or twenty he wasn't sure. Legs bent at the knee, he searched for the optimal angle to relieve the pressure in his lower back. Failing miserably, he closed his eyes and drew in several deep breaths. Moderately more relaxed he resigned to simply laying in wait for her, and might even have dozed off for a moment or two despite the pain.

Hearing her approach, Booth raised his head from the floor. She walked towards him wrapped in an enormous fluffy bathrobe, such a shade of pink that really should never have been worn by anyone other than newborn baby girls and the occasional Disney princess. Another luxury curtsey of Eternal Dreams Wedding Chapel and Hotel.

"Did you find ice?"

He heard the clink of wine glasses behind her back and the sound of water running in the distance.

"No. I found something far better."

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Bonus points if you got the (500) Days of Summer reference somewhere in the middle there! I less-than-three that movie, like, a lot!

A bit of vague interaction this time since I'm still working from the ones from before: Hideous colors for a bathroom suite?