This idea sort of popped into my head and wouldn't quite quit. The only way to get it to quit is to actually write it out, so there's that!

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She didn't like the word fetish, though she recognized its significance in necessary discussions of anthropological norms. But she particularly didn't like it when applied to herself. She didn't have a fetish. She didn't.

But there was something incredibly, deliciously arousing about having sex with her partner when he was fully clothed.

The first time had happened on a normally routine Saturday morning. She'd just gotten out of the shower, pulled on a silk robe and padded to their kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Her hair had hung, wet and dark around her shoulders, and the slippery fabric of her robe had felt decadent against her freshly scrubbed skin. Her nipples hadn't been hard, but not completely soft either; rather, they'd felt…aware, as if it was possible to measure anticipation. They rubbed against her robe, brushing gently with each movement she made.

Just as she'd pressed the button to begin brewing, she'd heard Booth use his key in the front door lock. Turning with a smile meant to only welcome, she'd stepped forward, leaning her side against the small archway between kitchen and living room.

What had walked through her door stopped her breath and pearled her nipples instantly. Booth, back from a run, lightly sweating with a sheen like a golden warrior. His hair was dry, soft with no product, only slightly damp at his temples and across his forehead. His cheeks were flushed, and from his ears dropped two thin white wires to his iPod. It was hitched to his bare bicep, his skin almost electric and dark, muscles everywhere. His t-shirt was an old one…sleeves gone, snug enough that his rippling stomach muscles pressed against the front. The bottom edge barely brushed against the top seam of his gym shorts. Brennan's fingers had tightened at the sight of the small drawstring there. In her mind, she'd considered just how easy it would be to tug on it and have him available to her.

And just like that, she'd moved. Her robe fell to the ground as she'd practically pounced on him, her fingers shoving his shoulders back against the door. One of her legs rose and she arched her bare hips against his, daring him with her eyes to complain.

He hadn't complained, but when he used one hand to rip out his earbuds, a questioning tilt had crossed his eyebrows.

"Do me." She'd commanded. "Right now."

Never one to refuse her, he'd hitched his hands on her bare bottom, lifting her, even as she'd used her own hands to tug the waistband of his gym shorts down…just far enough to pull his hard-on up and out, stroking it in a tight rhythm. When he'd stepped forward as if moving toward their bedroom, she'd bit his neck and growled. "No. Here. Just like this," she'd commanded.

He'd done his own growling, at least turning them so her bare back was pressed against her cool front door. And then just like that, he'd been sliding into her. His chest had heaved, whether from his run or this, she hadn't cared. She'd just clutched her fingers in his t-shirt and held on. His gym shorts brushed against her bare legs, the hem of his shirt brushed against her clit, and she'd shivered at the feel of her own desperation being so damned sated by him as his long hard cock filled her up over and over.

Then there had been the time she'd come home after a frustrating day at work. He'd gotten home first and was lounging on the couch, remote in one hand. He'd changed into a pair of jeans and a black button up shirt, casually rolled at the cuffs and open at the collar. Instantly, she'd crossed her living room, stripping off her coat, her dress, her boots, her pantyhose, her bra and panties until she'd reached him, straddling him and watching as his eyes turned from surprised to fiery.

Clutching the back of the couch, she'd undulated forward, running her breasts up his chest over and over. He'd known what to do, clasping his hands on her inner thighs from behind, spreading her so softly and massaging there as his teeth bit gently at her earlobe.

"Shitty day?" he'd murmured, and she'd groaned. He'd gotten the message and he'd really gotten the message when she'd reached between them, unfastened his pants, pulled him out and slid down onto him in one soaked stroke.

She'd nipped at his tense neck muscles, riding him hard until she'd exploded around him, her entire body clenching all over his clothed one. She'd felt elemental and decadent and when he'd wrapped his arms around her, she'd felt the cool cotton of his shirt, the soft press of his cuff buttons along her bare back. He'd grunted and come inside of her soon after, and she pressed her face to his neck, breathing him in, hoping to convey just how good he was and how much she needed him.

But now, sitting in a meeting with him, she had the incredible urge to just…straddle him. Here, in Sweets' office. His arm was resting along the side of his chair, his shirt pulling against his bicep. His jaw was straight, lips curved up in some sort of smirk and it just reminded her so much of the years they'd spent not sleeping together that she innately wanted to experience it. All those years, she'd tampered down that arousal, keeping a tight rein on her desire for him. So many days she'd wanted him; so many nights she'd touched herself thinking of him. So many meals, she'd watched his lips and tongue pull food into his mouth. So many times he'd leaned back in some chair, his hips innately open and thrust forward, his entire being practically shouting 'male'. Her female self found him nearly impossible to resist. His eyes, his skin, his chest, his shoulders, his hands…his fucking hands. She'd wanted him; she'd always wanted him. That she now knew she could have him naked and under her in an instant only fueled her current fire.

Clearing her throat, she stood quickly, smoothing her hands down the sides of her dress. "I've just remembered something rather urgent I must attend to at the Jeffersonian. I'll see you later, Dr. Sweets."

Sweets nodded and motioned toward the door. "Goodbye, Dr. Brennan."

Booth stood as well, the action almost automatic after all these years. "I guess I'll see you too, Sweets."

He followed his partner and lover out toward the FBI elevator, and just before the doors opened, she turned on him, clutching her hands in his lapels. "When you come home from work, do not change your clothes."

His jaw clenched and he pressed his tongue into the side of his cheek before nodding once. And then she released him, stepping backward into the empty elevator, her eyes on his until the closing doors broke through their mutual gaze.

As the elevator descended, she considered her actions, her desire. It wasn't as if she could only have Booth a certain way; they had completely naked sex all of the time. She loved when he soaped her up in the shower, pressing his long and bare and strong body up against hers, rocking into her as water pounded all around them. Many nights he kissed every single inch of her before sliding inside of her, clasping their hands above their heads, sucking on her nipples, and thrusting, soft or frantic, whichever she wanted. Sometimes, he screwed her from behind, his heaving chest and arms surrounding her back as he moved in and out of her, listening to her voice cues.

And most mornings, she woke him up by gently draping herself over him, sinuously rubbing all over him until he hissed. Only then would she sink down onto him, riding him perfectly. He'd press his thumb to her clit and arch up to kiss her as they came together.

He satisfied her in every way.

Which was why she had no idea why she was experiencing these random urges to literally fuck him when he was fully clothed and she was naked. The elevator doors opened with a ping and she shivered at the idea of her bare skin all along the crisp material of his suit, her lips nipping just above the collar of his white dress shirt, the long row of buttons from his neck to his belt pressing deliciously into her belly and between her breasts as she moved.

The quick bustle of elevator passengers broke her reverie, and she blinked, stepping forward and then again until she was outside, the crispness in the air causing her to re-focus. She checked her watch and realized her time would be beneficially spent heading home and preparing.

And she also realized that what she was about to do with Booth was premeditated, something it had never been before. Always before, she'd been pressured by some primal inner force, but now…

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Though she wasn't surprised when Booth arrived home at around 6:16, she still felt a small jolt when the metal of his key scraped into the lock of the door. It took 16 minutes to get from his office to their apartment; she knew, she'd counted one time. A smile crossed her lips as the door entered, and she watched as he entered their apartment.

He set down his briefcase near the door and eyed her as he toed off his dress shoes. His eyes almost dared her to stop him, but she didn't mind this.

Then, he leaned against the closed door, his head leaning back and his eyes hooded. She'd never seen anything more erotic than him in that moment. Long, lean, dark, desperately controlled. His strong lips were curved upward, but not in a smile…in something supremely more confident.

Her tongue swept out from between her lips, moistening them and creating a similar moistening between her thighs. Booth swallowed, and she felt a resounding throb in her core. She could see the press of his stomach against his shirt, not an ounce of fat there, but pure, perfect muscle. Below his belt, she saw some pressure, not a full erection, but enough to prove that he was turned on by her.

With one hand, she motioned toward their bedroom, noticing with pleasure that he followed her lead. And when he walked passed her, she shivered at his scent, at the firm roundness of his ass against his pants. "Relax on the bed, and I'll be right in."

Brennan gave him a few minutes to get settled, hoping he'd remembered her earlier edict to keep his clothes on. She grew even wetter when she stepped into the dim light of their bedroom to see him relaxed on their bed, still in his black suit. His arms were bent, his hands resting beneath his head…his legs were long and straight, stretching toward the end of their bed to where his feet pointed toward the ceiling, covered in subdued but still striped navy and gray socks.

He kept his eyes pinned on hers as she undressed, letting her own clothes fall from her sensitized skin. Her jeans fell to the floor, followed by her own button up shirt. She watched his nostrils flare when she revealed her lingerie, a skimpy combination of lace in a deep, deep green. Brennan slipped one finger beneath a bra strap as she stepped toward the bed and then underneath the other bra strap. But instead of reaching behind and unfastening the clasp, she put one knee on their mattress. Her pale skin seemed even lighter, both against the dark red of their bedspread and the midnight black of his dress pants. She licked her lips and moved completely onto the bed, lifting up until she was standing over him, one of her feet on each side of his hips.

He swallowed hard and she watched his jaw twitch, but other than that, he just watched her. With a modicum of satisfaction, she noticed his hands clenched at his sides when she used her thumbs to inch down her panties. The dark green lace fell to her feet and she used one big toe to kick the underwear aside. His eyes trailed down her body and when his tongue snuck out and he licked his lips as he stared between her legs, she flushed, quickly reaching behind her to flick the clasp of her bra. It fell to his stomach, dark against his shirt, and she stared at it. Booth allowed one finger and thumb to touch, gently rubbing the fabric. Brennan's nipples and clit all tightened, imagining the same rubbing friction. Ready for more, she fell to her knees, catching her weight with her hands on his firm and wide chest.

Then and only then did he speak. "What's this about, Bones?" he murmured from low in his throat, his hand moving her bra from between their bodies.

Brennan stretched luxuriously, running her hands along his arms. "I want you," she replied, using the tip of her tongue to lick a straight line from his neck to just below his left ear.

"I sorta figured that out," he rotated his hips against hers, smoothing one hand along the length of her spine until he was palming her ass. "But…what's all this?"

She knew from the tone of his voice that he meant her request, and she wanted to ignore it. She just wanted to pretend she wasn't desperate for it. She wanted to pretend this wasn't a big deal. Keeping silent for a moment, she lowered her spread thighs to his hips, rocking against the firm bulge she felt there.

She felt Booth hiss beneath her lips as her mouth moved over his neck. His clothes were a barrier, and she felt the soft chafe of the fabric along every inch of her skin, just as she'd imagined. In her mind, she pictured them on the couch in her office. She imagined stripping down, his eyes going dark as she screwed him into oblivion after a case. She imagined him sitting across from her at the diner, his thighs spread out with confidence, his lips curved up and cocky. She imagined pushing in her own chair and then surprising him by straddling his waist, pulling on his tie until he gasped and kissed the life out of her.

She imagined circling his desk at the bureau, dropping to her knees and pulling out his cock, sucking him until he almost came before he yanked her up and plowed into her, her back bare against his hard desk, his eyes furiously loving as he gasped her name.

For so long…for so many years… he'd been so forbidden to her in so many ways, and now that she had him, she still wanted him in all the ways she'd never been able to have him.

She wanted the Booth in the suit, the man with the confidence in her office, the man who took down criminals and smiled at her afterward. The man who'd dominated her thoughts for so many years.

She'd wanted that man for so long…and she still did.

"Bones," he growled when she reached for the zipper of his pants. She felt her own slickness along the material there, and his fingers tangled with hers. "Tell me what this is about."

Biting his earlobe with her teeth and gently working it, she tried to distract him, using her other hand to run her thumb over one of his nipples. His resulting groan was satisfying, but short lived as his fingers wrapped around her wrist, and he halted her movements.

He used his other hand to curve along the back of her neck, gently grabbing her hair and pulling with just a fraction of pressure, enough to force her to meet his eyes.

His own narrowed at what he saw. "Tell me."

Brennan licked her lips and pulled her wrist free. "I want you, like this. I used to fantasize about you like this. There…" she leaned forward and kissed him, almost harshly. "Happy now?"

In that moment, she could tell he was willing and able to enter a battle with her if he so pleased, and he slid one firm arm between their bodies, effectively lifting her off of him enough that she felt a small coolness between her legs. She hissed in disapproval and punished him with a pinch to his nipple and a scraping of her teeth to his Adam's apple.

"Damn it, Bones," he rasped out. "Just tell me the truth."

Now she was pissed, and she arched back. "I want you. How many times do I have to say that? I want you. Even though we have sex every day, I still find myself wanting you like I used to. When we just worked together, I would watch you, and my thighs would feel empty. I wanted to do this," she ground out, shoving his arm out of the way and rocking her body against his in firm rotations. "I wanted to feel you like this. I imagined you. I wanted you, Booth." She pressed her hands to his shoulders and ran her breasts along his chest, over and over and over, taking pleasure. When she was about to come, she gasped, pulling back. Her whole body was flushed, and Booth was still completely clothed.

For a moment, they just stared at one another. And then his eyes narrowed and he pursed his lips a fraction of a second. "This is a really expensive suit."

Brennan stared down at him. "I'll buy you another one," she whispered through clenched teeth.

Several emotions crossed his face and then he smoothed one thumb over both of her nipples before cupping her entire belly and then slicking one index finger around her clit. "What do I do?"

She heard a slight resignation in his voice and felt a victory. But she knew what he meant. What did he do in her fantasies all those years before.

"You look at me," she revealed. "You look at me like you love me. Like you want me. Only me."

His jaw tightened and when she unzipped his pants and pulled out his aching penis, giving the throbbing length a gentle squeeze, he didn't resist her. "I can do that," he promised, keeping his arms to his side, moaning quietly when she sank down onto every firm inch of him.

And he kept his promise. Brennan arched back, keeping her fingers pressed to his stomach, feeling the cotton of his shirt beneath her fingertips. "Loosen your tie," she demanded, keeping her gaze pinned to his as he stared up at her with desire, with lust, with something new. His long and sure fingers yanked at the black fabric around his neck and as the knot there loosened under his sure touch, she felt something deep inside of her being to unfurl as well. This was new. Something new that reminded her of all those nights she'd straddled a pillow and a vibrator and imagined him beneath her. All those mornings she'd pressed against her shower wall and fingered her clit to the image of his dark eyes and soft smile. This was new and something old at the same time.

"You're the only one, Bones," she heard, and whether it was in her mind's eye or from Booth now, she wasn't sure. He was so hard, so long, so perfect for her, and she grew even wetter around him as she sank onto him over and over.

She'd imagined him in her bed so many nights, and the reality was so satisfying. But the reality, within the framework of a fantasy, was turning her on so much. Brennan fell forward and grabbed onto the pillow underneath his head. His weight kept it in place and she was able to use it for leverage to piston over him, his length embedding into her with every backward stroke. Forward, backward. Forward. Backward. Booth, inside of her. Beneath her. All around her. "Oh, yessss," she cried out. "Booth!"

She felt the press of his belt buckle against her lower belly, felt the scrape of his suit jacket against her hard nipples, felt the cool fabric of his pants along the insides of her legs from core to toes.

But between her legs, deep into her core, she felt his skin. Skin to skin, just her with Booth. His eyes had never left her face, and he was pouring out his love for her from his brown eyes.

"I love you," he declared, quiet, low and sure, and she broke, undulating against him in frantic circles, coming hard and long around him.

"Don't stop," she begged, and then once again felt the smooth weight of his calloused palm against her bottom.

"I'll never stop," he promised, and when she buried her face in his neck, still rotating on him, he rubbed her, kissing her smooth and bare shoulder.

And just as her orgasm ended, everything felt strange, like waking up from a dream. All of a sudden, she wanted his bare skin. His clothes, which had before felt delicious, now felt too scratchy…too confining. Brennan arched back with a fierce determination. This caused Booth's still erect penis to slip from her body, forcing a groan from his chest. She watched as his chest rose and fell with the noise and in that instant, she needed to see him.

"Take your clothes off," she demanded, helping him with her own command, moving backward and yanking down his pants, boxers and socks. He lifted onto his elbows and stripped off his jacket, his tie and his shirt, and when she was done, she crawled over him, running her lips over his leg, sucking lightly on his testicles and wrapping her lips around the flushed head of his penis, giving him one long draw of her lips and tongue before pulling up with a soft pop.

She straddled him again and fell forward, pressing her bare breasts to his warm and equally bare chest, the skin on skin contact electrifying.

His palms were so dry as he cupped her back and bottom, but between them, it was very wet. She rotated her hips on his bare penis, making him desperate. And when he closed his eyes and begged, "Please, Bones," she kissed his lips, sinking back down onto him and holding, loving the feel of him buried inside of her to the hilt.

Booth's entire body tensed, and then stilled, and he opened his eyes again. He watched her, waiting for her to say something, and Brennan's lips parted.

"You're still my fantasy, Booth. You'll always be my fantasy."

His eyes glazed over with pleasure, and she grew very warm, desire for him throbbing all around him and through her veins.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and flipped them, thrusting even deeper into her as he hitched her legs high around his waist. "Me too, Bones," his rhythm quickly grew desperate. "No matter how long we're together, I'll always still only want you. I did from the moment I saw you, and I still do. I still do, Bones. All of it."

"Yes," she gasped, loving the feel of him within her. He was so hot, so hard, so perfect.

The head of his cock rubbed in high and hard strokes against the top of her walls, and she clenched around him, her orgasm swift and serious. He collapsed against her, just as she had done to him, and he pummeled into her over and over, coming with a desperation she knew was just for her.

And in his eyes, she knew the truth, saw what she'd imagined for all of these years. The glimmer of passion that was always there with him, the willingness he had to give her whatever she wanted, whatever she needed…she saw it too. And she saw their deep love and trust. She felt him shudder. In her arms. In her body.

Booth…

He was still everything.

He gathered her close and pulled her to him, falling to his side and wrapping one of her legs over his hips. "You can tell me anything. You know that, right, Bones?" She heard the slight hurt in his tone that he'd had to force her fantasy out of her, and she nodded, letting her fingers trace over his firm chest. "I know."

She sighed and snuggled up closer to him. "The next time I want to indulge in a fantasy, I'll tell you." Her fingertips skipped over his still trembling stomach muscles and she gently rubbed the slick head of his penis.

Booth groaned and grew harder in her bare hand, arching his hips toward her. "Is this your way of telling me?"

Brennan smiled against his chest, leaving a little nipping kiss as she moved down his long and firm body. "No," she teased, just before pulling his now half-hard length into her warm mouth. "This is."

He laughed once, low and deep from his chest and fell to his back, pulling in a quick breath as half-hard became three quarters hard. "Well, while you do that," he arched and groaned, losing his words for a moment at the scrape of her teeth along his length, "Jeez, Bones." he hissed, clenching into their sheets before sucking in a tight breath. "While you do that, I'll just tell you about what I'M going to do to you when you're done." His fingers rubbed against the back of her neck, encouraging her. "First, I'm going to kiss you, right on the backs of your knees like I know you love. Then, I'll move upward, kissing every inch until I'm where I want to be..."

His hips arched up again and he groaned. "Fuck, Bones. Then my tongue will be in you. I wanted to take my time, but I can't, and I'll be licking you clean, just like you want it. I'll always be just what you want," he promised in desperation as she pulled his entire length into her mouth, sucking him dry. He called out her name and she kissed up his body until she was face to face with him.

One of his eyes opened, and he peeked at her, noticing her smug expression. "I will, Bones," he promised. "Just as soon as I can breathe."

Brennan smiled and settled next to him, willing to give him time, loving that they had all the time in the world.

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The end!

Oh, and hey, new episode this week!