I'm back and ready to go. This chapter will be slightly different to the rest- it will consist of mainly three things:

-Lack of plot

-Consistent hot flushes

-Mindless B/B action may excessively occur

*Ideas from EmmyMayy- You're like my very own thought processor, thank you so much ;)*

Succumbing in the Scientist

"Oh God." He panted and turned on his side to face the heavy rising of Brennan's chest, inhaling the sweet, breathy air that had clouded above their overheated and fully satisfied bodies. Booth swallowed and gasped for some much needed oxygen, hoping to fill his lungs and allow recovery from the immense high he had once been at.

He could feel the heavily clambered over sheets beneath him already beginning to cool and untangle itself from the sheen of sweat that had formed around his waist during the time spent in which, Brennan and him had defied the laws of gravity and rocketed right up to a delightful and extremely gratifying new height.

"Booth." She sighed and laid her head against his chest, retaining the electrifying skin contact she new and craved for with Booth. The intensity of their sex had been pretty amazing so far through out the months they had spent practically conjoined together, however tonight, Booth had outdone himself exceedingly...I mean really.

Brennan was practically incapable of using her legs at that moment, the impact of their perspiring activities making her immobilized in the bed before her. Not that she ever wanted to leave it again. Booth was a very talented man...Among other things such as his tremendous stamina, he was clearly gifted in the downstairs department as well as with his clever tongue.

Oh his tongue. Brennan grinned dreamily and gazed up at the muscularly, hot man beside her, his breathing returning to normal as he caught her line of view and smiled cheekily.

"Ready again?" He joked and played with a strand of chestnut hair, gently twisting it around his finger and reveling the softness that wrapped over his skin.

"Mmmm, I don't think I can move, let alone do a repeat. You were in your element tonight, Booth," She hummed gently and kissed the taut chest planes beneath her chin, rubbing and brushing her nose purposely to take in the rich scent of his manly physique.

He smelled of masculinity, an alpha-male's deep, earthy texture that enriched the nose passages and sent desire coursing through her system. The air was still thick with the aftermaths of sexual antics, the sense of their two bodies becoming one evident when they breathed in the welcoming atmosphere. Sex. Sweaty, musky sex of complete and utter primal release. It was both an intimate and pleasing environment to work up yet another appetite for more ravenous 'bed rocking'.

"Then again, I guess I could manage one more fuck against the headboard. That is if you're not too tired Booth..." She gave him an extra sexy 'do me' smile, something which he could not in God's name resist at all.

She was looking at him as if he was some kind of God, key to any of her most darkest desires, a man capable of giving her mind blowing satisfaction. He gulped.

A lot to live up to.

"I'm in my prime, thank you very much... Miss horny as hell. Just say the word and I'll make it so you can't walk straight for weeks." Her eyes glistened and turned a new shade of blue at the last part of his declaration.

"Really?" She asked questioningly, the excitement bubbling low in the pit of her stomach, making her immediately dripping wet for what this man had to offer.

Booth swallowed hesitantly and nodded.

"Yep. Just so long as I'm not a pawn in your endless game of achieving sexual release." He smirked and stroked a finger down the spine of her back. Brennan gasped in anticipation, tangling her legs once again with Booth's and heaving herself up the front of his midriff.

"Of course not. I'm fully aware of how important our relationship is. Sexually we are evidently compatible and well, emotionally we are more than just sex mates, Booth. We are partners for life. You are definitely more than just- ah, oh god!" Brennan hissed and relished the feel of his already erect cock circling her slit, teasing the highly engorged bud of her sensitive core.

"Was that a compliment?" He groaned and tried to inch himself further past her entrance, his straining member almost begging for admittance into her tight, narrow canal.

"Call it what you want, just fuck me...ooh...that's it, that's....ah!" Her clenched jaw opened abruptly to allow a small cry to emanate out of her throat. Brennan hung her head back as he slowly slid further and deeper inside her inferno heat.

"Mmm, so good, Bones." Booth clamped his hands firmly on her hips and rolled her relentlessly over the hardness penetrating her center.

Rubbing herself lusciously over his chest , Brennan reached for the duvet that covered their dampened bodies and yanked it away.

"Too hot...to handle."

Booth growled and flipped her underneath.

"Oh yes you are."

He pounded into her severely, the sensations he was inflicting almost unbearable as Brennan felt the results of this mind rupturing pleasure prick in her eyes and caused a tear to fall involuntarily down her cheek. She needed this release delivered fast and hard, knowing he was going to go all out and crazy inside her the most powerful aphrodisiac of all.

"Booth...I need-" She gasped and moistened her lips. "I need you....please."

Hearing her voice set off a chain reaction; first he sat up, dragging her body up with him- then he impaled his manhood almost agonizingly deep inside her.

"BOOTH!" She screamed and bit his shoulder, raising her hips to meet every stroke he gave, every pound he yielded and heightening the pleasure astoundingly.

Slamming into her three more times was all it to for her to succumb to the floods of pleasure and emotions that threatened to spill right over the brink of her sanity.

"Oh yes! Oh god, Booth..." She cried and bucked her hips to ride the eternal waves of her most unbelievable desires.

Feeling her shudder and shake beneath him, Booth began to unload and unleash the hot release of his deluxe seed profoundly into her sweet channel of indescribable pressure.

It was all he could do but collapse on top of her and enjoy the joyous feeling of her arms wound bindingly around his neck.

Deja vu...He thought contently and leaned into the embrace.

Anytime, anywhere, if she wanted it and was willing to give her heart and soul in the process, then he would always be willing to love and worship her with his body and his slowly succumbing heart too.


T is next and B/B wish to taste the fruits of their labor (ah, to be young and hopelessly in love- hard work) Hope you enjoyed :)