Hey, hey! So, no new BONES episode this week, so that means it's a good time for some smut to make up for it.

In 2011, I'm determined to post as many times as pal Sleepless, though I think she's ahead of me by about 5 posts. It is ON!

Hahahahahahahaha...

But seriously, the muse is back in full force (I'll let you guess why!), all I need now is time to actually write. Wish me luck!

This is just a smutty little one shot that I owe some of y'all who requested B&B and a table.

~~b&b~~

They were actually doing it. Really, really doing it. Though she would normally state that 'it' wasn't the technical term—"Oh," she moaned as Booth's lips settled at the base of her throat. Yes, it was just fine.

"Oh," tripped from Brennan's lips again, and her fingers curled into the hem of his t-shirt, snug against his stomach.

They had meant to wait for sex; they really had. Or at least he had. He'd told her he didn't want to just fall into bed with her on their first date. Her feeling had been that she wanted him.

But…she also loved him, so she was willing to wait.

When she'd told him that, he'd smiled and said, "That's my line."

One of her eyebrows had quirked up, and he'd leaned over and kissed her lips, right there in the movies. It has been a sweet kiss, with just a hint of salt and butter from their shared popcorn.

He'd walked her to her door…nothing new there, but when she'd slipped her key into the notch of the doorknob, he'd shifted closer to her, smoothing her hair behind her ear and rubbing the end of his nose against her skin there. "I don't want to wait," he murmured, so silkily dark that her knees had almost given out. Only her grasp of the key inserted into her lock held her up. Her throat had closed, and she'd fought back a tremble, followed by a flush.

"Change your mind?" she murmured, turning to face him. And he'd been so close. So close…

When he'd cupped the back of her neck and pressed his mouth to hers, she'd been unable to do anything but moan and kiss him back.

Only when he'd stepped back had she realized her eyes had fluttered shut, and she watched as his lips firmed into a straight line. "Open the door, Bones," he'd rasped out, and she'd heard the desperation in his voice. "I can't wait. I don't wanna wait," he'd repeated.

And just like that, her wrist had turned, and the lock had released, and her door was opened. And just like that, she was pinned to the other side of it, with his hard body in front of hers, his lips warm and sure against her neck.

Now, her fingers shoved his shirt up his chest, and when she could, she ran her hands over all of the bare skin revealed. "Ohhhh," she moaned, tilting her neck to make room for Booth's kisses, even as her fingers clenched on his bare shoulders.

"You like that?" he murmured, teasing and sure.

Feeling slightly annoyed that he was affecting her so much, she steeled her shoulders, skimming her fingers along his bare chest. "Anthropologically, women for centuries have been drawn toward men with wide shoulders such as yours."

Booth growled and stepped back a fraction. "Is that why you want me?" he challenged, his eyes narrow, his jaw firm. "Because any woman would?"

In that moment, Brennan's eyes narrowed as well. "No, I-"

"Good," Booth interrupted as he yanked his shirt from his body with one hand, flinging it to the side in a flurry of fabric.

Brennan, always observant when it came to Booth, followed the movement. She'd been following his every movement for years, her body naturally attuned to his actions and fluidity. She watched as his arm moved to his side, and her eyes followed the action of his shirt, across her living room floor.

But when Booth slammed both of his hands against the door on either side of her head, her eyes flew back to meet his. He'd pinned her in, bare chested and tan. Muscles everywhere, smooth skin… "Good," he repeated, just before his lips captured hers in a searing kiss. He kept himself apart from her in every way, except for the hot pressure of his mouth against hers, the sure slide of his tongue between her lips.

It was hot and raw and intense, and just a kiss.

For her part, Brennan ran her hands over every inch she could, his stomach, his back, his shoulders, his arms and back to his ribs where she traced his every muscle before scraping her thumbs against his nipples, enjoying the way he bit her lip and groaned, pulling away long enough to press his entire body against hers, his forehead thunking against the door behind her.

Then his hands were on her sweater, pulling it up and over her head and outstretched arms. Brennan watched the tic in his jaw as he pulled down the straps of her bra to her elbows and then unclasped the back before pulling it off, and she didn't miss the way his lips parted at the sight of her bare breasts.

Later she would consider the cause and effect relationship between her discussing anthropology and him losing control, but now she only teased him. "It's been well documented that males are primarily attracted to women's breasts. Anthropologically speaking."

His eyes snapped up to hers, but not in surprise or mocking…rather, in flared heat. Suddenly, his lips curved up. It wasn't a smile but something infinitely more confident. "I see," was all he said, skimming his fingers along her ribs. His fingertips tripped to her arms, slipping around her elbows and up to her shoulders before sliding back down to her wrists. Booth lifted her hands in his, staring down at the way her breasts rose and fell with every breath. "Is that what you want?" His voice was low and dark. "Is that how you want me to want you? Because it's the right thing to do…anthropologically?"

With their arms lifted, he bent his back so he was eye-level with her puckered pink nipples, and he blew on them, watching as they tightened and furled gently. When he licked a straight line between her breasts, Brennan gasped and tried to wrench her hands free. "No," she rasped out, struggling against him.

Booth chuckled and released her hands, only to step back far enough to be out of her reach as he began to loosen his belt. A confident arch on Brennan's face, she did the same with her own belt. They eyed one another as they undressed, almost in daring. But they both knew what the end result would be. Him, inside of her.

The thought caused Booth to hiss as his erect penis sprang free, immediately pointing straight toward Brennan. He moved forward, cupping her ass in his hands and squeezing, groaning at the feel of her. "Damn, Bones…you're gorgeous."

"Yes," she agreed and arched toward him, her breasts swelling as she squirmed. "Booth…suck me," she commanded.

He just laughed and kissed her neck, applying soft suction there. His own chest was far enough away from hers to prevent her from pressing against him. And his hands on her ass squeezed again and again.

Brennan growled and felt her thighs grow wet with her anticipation. "How did you know?" she gasped, her eyes falling shut as her head fell back against her door. Her legs spread and she began to swivel her hips. Booth's knuckles knocked against her door as he followed her movements with his hands. She was practically coming apart in his hands, her body deliciously begging for him.

"How did I know what?" he murmured, tugging her earlobe between his lips and licking.

"Ah!" Brennan gasped, pressing her hands to Booth's bare hips for leverage as her swivels became more and more rhythmic.

"That…that this makes me crazy," she admitted on a harsh groan and her eyes flew open, pinning to his as she almost came. Her nipples were so tight, ruddy and begging for his sucking mouth.

"I didn't" Booth smirked, finally kissing down her chest and once again breathing on her breasts. "But now I'm glad I do. Cause I'll gladly spend the rest of my life holding on to your fantastic ass, Bones. Hell yes," with that, he sucked her nipple into his mouth, moaning at the taste of her.

The sound brought Brennan out of her desperation, and she realized she could take back the power. Despite the empty pounding in her core, she pushed him backward. They stumbled together toward her bedroom, only making it as far as the kitchen before she pushed him again, this time, down onto the table.

Before he could blink, she was climbing up as well, straddling him.

"Bones…" he gasped, the feel of her nipples scraping his chest and sending his heart and cock into overdrive.

"It'll hold," she promised, lifting his arms over his head and burying her face in his neck, undulating on top of him. Her wet pussy seemed to capture the head of his penis and hold on tight.

Booth huffed out a breath and his hands landed on Brennan's hips as she kneeled around him, her entire torso on display for him. Dark hair falling around her shoulders, her eyeshadow dark and smoky, but her lips soft and pink from where he'd kissed off all of her lipstick. His mind flashed back to the way her lipstick had left a mark on the straw in their soda at the movie, and then an instant image of a similar ring of lipstick around the head of his dick caused him to curse and clench her hips in his hands.

"Fuck," he swore as she sank down onto him an inch. From her smooth shoulders, he looked down to her breasts, full and pale and perfect, bouncing slightly with all of her movements. So pretty, so sexy…so his, was all he thought, his fingers itching to touch her.

It took about 30 seconds for him to remember that she was therefor the touching, and at that thought, he swept his hands up her belly and cupped her breasts, loving the way she arched into his hands. "Yeah, baby."

Brennan sank down another inch, now about half of his cock embedded up inside of her. When his fingers narrowed in on her nipples and pulled them gently, she cried out, her hands landing on Booth's stomach as she sank down onto him all of the way. "Booth, that feels incredible…don't stop."

"I won't," he promised, leaning up on one elbow for leverage. With his free hand, he cupped her ass and he used his position to suck her breast into his mouth. He rolled his tongue against her nipple, sucking hard.

Damn, she was hot. Fucking his brains out and screwing him into oblivion. When he'd said he'd wanted to wait, it had been to avoid this very thing…a desperate screw.

But when her breath hitched, "Booth," tripping from her lips, and when she buried her face in his neck and wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him as her pussy convulsed around his cock, he knew there was nothing wrong with this at all.

"Bones," he growled, pulling on all of his strength to keep from coming with her. His stomach muscles clenched with the effort, and he could have sworn he was breathing at the same rhythm as her clenching and soaked core. She was rippling all around him, and he thought maybe he'd died. Her hips shifted against his, and he felt her grow wetter in reaction to the feel of him still lodged deep inside of her.

He grunted and used his elbows on the table to lift up before wrapping his arms around her waist. Once his feet were planted on the floor, he flipped them until she was flat on her back, all splayed out and still breathing hard because of the orgasm he'd just given her.

Hell yes, Bones.

Slamming back inside of her, he couldn't help but grin when she writhed against him. Long and sure, he stroked into her. The angle of the table was perfect, and he was getting incredible leverage and pressure.

"I want you to orgasm," she said in her husky voice, and her wish was his command, especially when she followed her words up with the reality of her long legs wrapped so tightly around his waist.

"Fuck, Bones," Booth rasped on an almost laugh. But the pleasure was indescribable as he poured into her, coming so strongly, he wasn't sure he wasn't going blind.

When his eyes did open, he realized he was leaning over her, his hands on the firm table on either side of her shoulders. Her legs were still around him, though more casually slung against his thighs.

And his penis was slipping out of her, still a bit swollen, and he so badly wanted to make her come on his cock again.

"Soon," he promised, though she had no idea of his thought process.

Sure enough, one of her eyebrows quirked up, and Booth leaned down immediately to capture her lips with his and try to kiss her out of talking to him.

When she smiled against his lips, he knew she knew what he was doing, and he couldn't help but smile, and then laugh. And then he was just leaning his forehead against hers. The smile on his face was so wide, his cheeks were starting to hurt. But he was happy.

Remembering their earlier conversation, he slipped his hands under her to cup her ass. Immediately she arched her back, and Booth kissed down her neck, keeping his eyes on the way her breasts had crowned immediately.

He watched how with every squeeze of her ass, her nipples got tighter, and he chuckled against her skin as he sucked one tight bud between his lips and slipped his thumbs between her thighs. She moaned, and he loved it.

"Booth…"

He slipped inside of her, his penis now hard and thrusting between her thighs with a gentle rhythm. She pulled his mouth up to kiss him, and Booth realized he would happily spend the rest of his life exactly like this.

~~b&b~~