Title: The Consummation Series #1: Daffodils

Author: BamaX (Elroy)

Characters: Booth and Brennan

Genre: Romance

Word Count: 9,501

Rating: M for adult themes and sexuality (Believe it and read responsibly)

Synopsis: Booth and Brennan have previously agreed to a pre-determined schedule for them to begin the sexual component of their relationship. And the day for the first time has arrived.

Author note 1: This series is a loose continuation of my 'Foreplay Series' that can be found HERE. (Search BAMA) This series will make a little more sense if that series is read first.

Author note 2: This series is a totally, self-indulgent B/B smutfest. If you dislike, smut...Run for your life!

Booth rolled over onto his side with a groan, slowly reaching over to press his alarm clock off.

The thing was always so damn loud.

Tossing his arm above him on the soft pillow, he fell onto his back.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of his bedroom a moment before closing them briefly again.

He could hear the muffled sounds of the early morning D.C. traffic in the distance and then the whirring of his air system kicking on.

He lay there in the comfort of his cool sheets for another moment.

And then, his heart began to hammer wildly as the knowledge that had kept him up far past his bedtime last night came rushing back to him in a wave.

Tonight.

He and Bones.

He was going to make love to his partner in...

With one eye, he quickly turned his head back toward the clock. It was blurry but he could make out the digital red numerals.

7:04 A.M.

Less than Twelve hours.

His breath held in his throat as the reality of it crashed onto him.

It was an overwhelming, exciting, mind-blowing thought.

And it was really going to happen between them.

He had finally allowed her to have her way about things but really, he was left with no choice.

Raising up to a sitting position on the side of the bed, he blew out a long breath.

But first, he had to survive a long, boring day in his office doing paperwork and act as if today was just a normal day.

"Angela, I'm sorry but I just can't go tonight."

"What? Have you got a hot date or something?"

"No."

"Then what?" When her friend offered no further explanation, Angela knew it had to be some boring extra work assignment she was placing on herself. As Brennan's best friend, it was her responsibility to see she didn't do those sort of things too often and rather balanced herself with fun. She decided to try a little guilt.

"Just a girls night out. We haven't done one in so long Bren...We'll let our hair down...Flirt with some younger men...Kick back a few... It will be fan-tab-u-lous."

Brennan glanced at her watch, barely meeting her friend's eyes and Angela was immediately suspicious.

"I have to meet Booth."

Angela's eyebrows immediately shot up with the news of that.

"Ah...So you do have a date."

"No."

"You know Sweetie, as much as I lust that man, and realize that you should jump his bod daily, he really does monopolize your time with this work stuff. You've been cooped up in the lab all day and I think that you should-"

Angela was cut off by her friend.

"This isn't work-related."

Angela raised her eyebrows even higher in confusion, then shook her head as if to clear it.

"Wait, back-up...I thought you just said the two of you didn't have a date?"

"We don't."

"You don't have a date, you're not meeting for work, so...What are you meeting him for? Hot, carnal, strings-free sex?" She said it flippantly and sarcastically with snort.

Brennan looked up and nodded briefly.

"Exactly."

If it had been anyone else in her acquaintance, Angela would have known they were joking. She would have known they were giving her sarcasm back to her. But this was Brennan and she knew her as well as anyone and she knew that Temperance Brennan gave serious answers to sometimes not so serious questions and right now she knew her friend was deadly serious about having hot sex with one big, sexy partner of hers.

What the hell was going on with them now?

Brennan, per usual, offered nothing more and simply moved around her friend to grab her light jacket and began to slip it on while leaving Angela to stand speechless a moment.

Shaking herself out of her stunned stupor, she managed to find her voice. "You are serious? You two have finally given in to it?"

She then gave a little squeal that made Brennan toss her an irritated glare.

"We've not given in to anything Angela. We simply have agreed to periodically alleviate our needs with each other." She shrugged as if it were of little consequence. "I have made a monthly schedule for us and Booth has agreed that we will meet at a pre-chosen location for a short period of time for the sole purpose of engaging in sexual intercourse."

Angela was instantly wary.

"That doesn't sound like something Booth would agree to...Especially with you."

Brennan pursed her lips a moment as she reached for her bag as if thinking about the statement. "I was a bit surprised he agreed to my conditions as well but obviously, he sees the benefits of keeping emotional considerations aside and focusing on the purely biological aspect of the action."

Angela simply could not believe it. O.K. Now it was official. These two had to have the screwiest relationship on the planet.

First, he'd agreed to father her child and now he was agreeing to have no strings attached sex with her? Was there nothing the man wouldn't do for this woman?

And how could she not see that everything he did screamed how much he was nuts in love with her?

She walked to the doorway, trying to slow her friend and talk a bit of sense into her.

"Sweetie, this isn't going to be cut and dried simple sex between you and Booth. Surely even you can see that."

Angela watched as a flicker of doubt and uncertainty crossed her friend's face momentarily but was quickly erased.

"I've told you Angela that emotional ties are something neither of us can afford."

Again, she wouldn't look her in the eye and Angela knew her friend realized deep inside how much she cared for Booth.

She started by Angela but stopped when her friend laid her hand on her arm, forcing Brennan's eyes to meet hers.

"Babe, sometimes the emotional ties choose you whether you want them or not."

Brennan stared at her a moment. "We are mature adults Angela. We will manage this."

With nothing further, she turned and walked away leaving Angela standing staring after her in the doorway of her office.

Angela gave one last short laugh and then shook her head.

"This is one you won't be able to handle with your logic and rationalizations Sweetie."

But she was muttering it to herself.

Booth couldn't believe he was doing this.

He had fought with himself all day, even as he tried to concentrate and finish reports. Finally, he'd given up any pretense of work and instead went over to the shooting range to work out some of his nerves.

He tapped the wheel of the vehicle as he stopped at a red light in front of him. What had possessed him to ever agree to do this with her?

You know she needs to believe it's nothing more. And you know she needs to see that it is.

In a way, he had always wanted to believe the lie himself but he knew better. It was more. Had been more for a long time. A lot more between them.

So much 'more' that most times, it scared him to think about it.

But he was simply at the end of his rope. He knew he had denied himself for so long. Had denied his feelings for her, his attraction to her, his desire for her.

She had beaten him.

Like a limp little shrimp dangling on a skewer, he was done.

The light turned and he hit the gas extra hard sending his car out of the government district and into the growing evening shadows.

Could he do this though?

Have straight up sex with her and hope that she would somehow see that it was meant more? That she would eventually admit that she needed more than sex from him too?

She had agreed that she wanted him alone as her sexual partner and that in itself was a big step and did hold some promise. She might not be ready to marry him and pledge forever but her body sure as hell wanted his like no other's.

A wave of pleasure ran through him as he remembered how responsive she had become to his touches and his caresses. Surely she couldn't continue to respond to him that way and not eventually feel it was more?

Surely. Even the tough hearted Temperance Brennan wasn't that resolved.

He pushed aside the doubt that crept up in his mind once more.

He would simply make it so good for her that she would have no other choice.

Forcing out a long, fortifying breath, he drove in continued silence.

He was about to have the one woman beneath him that he most wanted in the world. About to taste the very thing he hadn't allowed himself to think about with her.

He was about to have his partner-in the most basic way. In a way he had never, until recently, dreamed that he might.

And yet, he knew it would never be enough.

But for now, it seemed it was going to have to do.

He smiled to himself as he tapped the wheel and changed lanes to hit the correct turn-off that would take him to her.

Just because Bones was making the rules didn't mean he had to make things easy on her.

Brennan slipped the card into the key slot and pushed open the door to the room. The suite smelled wonderful and she looked over to see a vase of fresh flowers sitting on the table by the window. Sitting her small bag down on the oak desk, she walked over to the window that overlooked the D.C. skyline in the distance. Glancing down, she took note of the flowers again and noticed there was a card with them.

Picking it up she read it.

I couldn't get you a planet so the daffodils will have to do.

She couldn't help the smile that immediately curved her lips.

Booth.

The card wasn't signed but it didn't have to be.

She stared at the daffodils. They were a pretty flower.

And suddenly she felt so...so...feminine.

He had this way of looking at her. His dark eyes would darken and sparkle and his smile would soften the hard planes of his face. And he would hold her gaze until she found herself inexplicably holding her own breath. It was most irritating how he could disconcert her with that gaze of his. How in an instant he could make her remember she was more than scientist and more than a professional.

And even now he had done that while not even being in the same room with her.

She expelled a long-suffering breath and sat down on the plush sofa the suite offered.

Why had he sent the flowers though?

Was he trying to make this something it wasn't?

She shook her head and scoffed aloud. She was simply being paranoid. Booth was just a nice guy. He'd always been thoughtful...Always giving her little trinkets and gifts since she'd met him.

The daffodils were no different.

Just a gesture of kindness. Just Booth being...Booth.

She tucked the card into the pocket of her light jacket before standing to shrug it off. Gently placing it over the arm of the sofa, she moved about the suite. She had stayed at the Washington Plaza before while doing a conference speaking session and knew it was first rate. All mahogany furniture and shiny brass fixtures adorned the three room suite. She looked against the wall to see a wet bar and immediately traversed to pick up the phone on the large desk.

She asked for the concierge. When he came on the line she reminded him of who she was and requested he send up a bottle of her favorite wine. He assured her he would see to it without delay.

Hanging up, she expelled a breath.

There. Some wine should help.

Help with what?

Her heart rate was accelerated and she was pacing.

She was nervous.

But why?

She'd had sex before. Expelling a breath, she reminded herself that she had every confidence in her ability to perform in the act.

She stopped and breathed slowly as she willed her heart rate to slow and her nervousness to desist.

But the reality would not leave her mind.

This was Booth.

And her.

She closed her eyes.

That was precisely why she was nervous.

She told herself to think logically about it. It was simply a new experience they hadn't shared together and any first time contained unknown variables. Sex was no different.

Once they began, everything would be fine.

Feeling more confident, she walked into the next room to discover the large king-size bed with a beautiful, plush chocolate comforter and beige silk sheets.

Would Booth think this was too much; think she was making more of it than it was? Would it make him uncomfortable?

Walking over to it, she tried to fight the sensations that instantly rocketed her system as she remembered them.

His hands on her.

His mouth touching hers.

His hot breath stealing hers.

She closed her eyes as she ran her hands over the silky sheets trying to envision their bodies there, wrapped in each other.

Where had this sudden romantic streak come from?

Booth and his stupid flowers.

She bit her lip a moment as she stared over at them and for the first time, allowed doubt to creep into her mind.

Was this sexual arrangement between them a good idea?

What if he decided it were a bad idea?

What if he withdrew from their agreement at last minute?

No.

He would show up. He would come. She glanced over at the clock. It was just now seven.

Booth never let her down.

Blowing a long breath out, she told herself she was going to remain in control and calm. She could do this. They could do this, should do this.

It really was the most sensible way so there was simply no need for reservations and certainly no need for her to be nervous.

Yet she still jumped slightly as she heard a familiar knock at the door.

"Hey."

"Hi."

Neither said anything for a long moment as they stared at each other.

"Um, Can I come in?" Booth gave her a small smile.

As if in slow motion, she nodded mutely and moved aside to allow him to enter the room.

He took a few steps inside and began to look around, giving a low whistle.

"Wow...This place is nice...Quite a step up from the dives the Bureau pays for whenever I travel."

She smiled tightly and shook her head in agreement as she watched his appreciation. For some reason, she was irrationally relieved and pleased that he liked her choice of accommodations for their initial...session.

He then looked at her quickly and somewhat awkwardly. "Um, I hadn't given any thought to this...I mean...You know...the place Bones...I'll be glad to give you half the cost..."

"That's not necessary Booth." She walked over to the wet bar and began putting some ice into an empty glass. Her mouth was suddenly dry.

He shrugged and glanced at her and then away as he did. "I just assumed...You know that we'd...Um...We'd use one of our places."

She unscrewed a bottle of ginger ale and poured it into the glass before looking back at him.

"I just felt that it would be best if we kept this arrangement as straightforward as possible."

She took a sip, not really tasting it and not liking how nervous she was feeling.

"If it bothers you that I paid for a place this time, you are welcome to pick a place for our next session."

Booth nodded. "Yeah, um, that sounds fine."

Next time. She really did intend to keep to her crazy schedule.

Walking over toward him, she handed him a glass of ginger ale that she had poured for him.

"Thanks."

"Sure."

They both drank from their glasses in the silence of the room, neither comfortable with the feel of unease that infused the air around them.

"You um...You look nice Bones." He glanced downward at her black pants and then back up at the form fitting red and black top that matched it. She didn't just look 'nice'. She looked gorgeous. Sexy as hell and womanly as all get-out. He felt his mouth go dry even as he took another sip of the liquid.

"Thanks."

She didn't quite know what to say. Oh, yeah. Return a compliment with a compliment. Wasn't that what she was supposed to do?

She cleared her throat. "You do too Booth." It wasn't a lie. She liked looking at him in casual clothing like he wore now. Grey slacks and a black shirt left partially unbuttoned and the sleeves cuffed. His strong forearm was evident as he brought the glass to his lips again.

He nodded slightly. "Thanks Bones."

Her eyes darted around the room and rested on his gift.

"Why did you buy the flowers Booth?"

She didn't think about the question but she simply wanted to know the reason.

He just shrugged.

"I thought you would like them."

She smiled slightly. "They're my favorite."

He smiled and tipped his glass to her. "I know."

She finished her ginger ale and walked to the bar. What was wrong with her? She had been with men before in intimate situations and she had always just let nature take it's course. They were two adults and knew what they were here for and yet, it seemed so strange.

"This is weird Bones."

Her eyes instantly flashed up toward his and held.

"I agree."

Then simultaneously, they both burst out in laughter.

They laughed until they heard another knock at the door.

Booth walked across to open it.

A young hotel employee was standing on the other side of the door with a bucket and wine.

"Your order Sir."

Booth instantly glanced over at his partner with a raised eyebrow.

She nodded as she remembered. "I'll get it Booth." She looked around for her bag but he already had his wallet out to offer the tip.

The young man smiled his thanks as Booth stuck the money into his pocket. "Where would you like it Sir?"

"I'll take it." The young man nodded and handed it to him.

"Enjoy your evening." He shut the door and the pair smiled at each other with mischief still dancing between them.

"I sure intend to." Booth muttered as he took the wine over to the bar and placed it down. It was chilled and ready to drink so he took two wine glasses and poured them each a glass. He then walked across to where she stood and handed her one.

"Maybe this will help us both relax."

She stared at it a moment before taking a sip. "Next time, you can get us some beer."

He smiled as he sipped the wine. "You better believe it."

Next time.

He sounded as if he were really alright with their arrangement and she felt somewhat relieved. The flowers hadn't been any big deal after all. Good. She was pleased he wasn't pushing her for more. She needed Booth to be comfortable with this. She knew what she needed but she also knew how much value Booth placed on feelings and even though she knew she felt strongly about her partner and valued their relationship, she also knew that this act needed to be completed between them with a minimum of feeling and a premium on function.

Life simply worked more efficiently that way.

She watched him drain his wine glass, his thyroid cartilage surrounding his larynx bobbing in his throat as he did so. She allowed herself to openly watch him a moment. He was so physically appealing to her. He had always been but she had disciplined herself not to admire too often given the importance of their work and the nature of their relationship as professional partners. Now that they had mutually agreed to change this aspect, she logically could at least appreciate his physical appeal.

Finishing, his eyes shot to hers as and held. He was doing it again. Trying to analyze her and see inside her in that disconcerting way he had.

She cleared her throat.

"Booth...I have to know...Before anything happens tonight...Are you fine with this?"

Her heart hammered in her chest as she awaited his answer.

He walked toward her, a smile playing at his lips. Reaching down with his free hand, he brushed the side of her face with his index finger and watched as it trailed down toward her neck.

"If I weren't Bones, I wouldn't be here tonight."

She swallowed as she stared up at him and then nodded.

"Do you want me to undress?"

He dropped his hand as he sucked in a hard breath at her surprising question.

"Undress?"

She began to unbutton the top button of her blouse with one hand while still sipping the wine with the other.

"As we have never had sex together Booth, I am, of course, unaccustomed to your preferences as you are mine so I find it best just to be up front and honest about what we expect from each other."

His eyebrows lifted and his hand dropped to cover hers where it worked at the button.

"Um, Bones...there's no hurry...why don't we just talk a while?"

"I'd rather we just do what we came to do Booth."

He grimaced at her impatience.

"Bones, what is your hurry?...Did you rent this room by the hour?"

She tipped her head in a way that he knew meant she was irritated with him.

"I just don't want to wait Booth!"

He scoffed. "What? Are you that hot for my bod?" His smile was teasing but there was an underlying hopefulness as well.

She dropped her eyes and he immediately regretted the stupid question. He reached and tipped her chin back up to meet his, refusing to let her hide from him in any way. If they were going to do this, then damn it, they were going to look it in the eye together.

"Why do you insist on hurrying things?...What are you afraid of Bones?"

She shrugged and her eyes shifted away from his and darted about quickly. "Afraid? I'm not afraid Booth." She made a motion between them to indicate them both. "You and I are of very compatible physical proportions and I rather imagine that you have a fair share of experience in sexual intercourse as do I..."

He waved his hand in dismissal. "I'm not referring to the sex Bones..."

She stopped and shrugged, trying to follow what he meant.

"What are you referring to Booth?"

He shook his own head lightly as if trying to coordinate his own thoughts and find a way to make her understand what he was asking.

"No, Bones...There's more to it." He reached for her chin and forced her eyes back up to his. She looked at him mutely a few seconds before biting her bottom lip with her white teeth.

She finally let a small breath out. "I don't know Booth...I guess..."

She stopped and bit her lip again. He softened his voice as he spoke to her.

"Hey, Bones, it's me...and you know what...?" He waited a second to make sure he had her attention-all of it.

"Thinking about finally doing this together with you...It scares the hell outta me."

She chuckled and dropped her chin slightly. When she looked back up at him, he gave her his most winning smile and she searched herself for the confidence to admit her own fear to him. Finally, she nodded and took a short breath and said it.

"I'm concerned that if I allow myself to think about this too much...I'll mess it up."

He caught his breath as he heard the latent emotion in her voice and had to mask a smile that threatened his lips. So that was it. His partner wasn't immune to it as she wanted to be. She was scared of it too. The enormity of it. The size, the breadth. She felt it all even if she wasn't ready to admit that to herself and especially not to him. But he knew what the small confession had cost her. Temperance Brennan didn't admit fear. She wasn't afraid of anything or anyone.

But she was fearful of losing them. The happiness that fact gave him was ridiculous.

He gave into a ghost of a smile as he held her chin. "You can't mess you and me up Bones. I won't let either of us do that."

Leaning over, he let his mouth lightly whisper across hers.

She leaned up into him and tried instantly to deepen the kiss but he pulled back and removed the glass from her limp hand. Moving to the bar, he sat it down beside his own. When he turned, she was standing in front of him. Close.

He stared down at her soft lips. God, he wanted nothing more than to just push her back on the plush carpet and bury himself inside her right there and then.

But he fought the urge, the desire he had for her. He beat it down once more with the expertise of having done so a thousand times before. Even more than he wanted her, he wanted to make this so good for her. Wanted to make the experience, her first with him, something she wouldn't dismiss easily as simply sexual.

He wanted to love her right.

The way she needed to be loved. And cherished. And taken.

Whether she recognized it or not.

He cleared his throat.

"Let's go to the bedroom then Bones."

She raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"I think I know something that will really relax us both." He gave her his best mischievous smile and wink.

Trusting him completely, she lead him into the next room.

"So you were stuck in the lab all day with that?"

He kneaded the muscles at her neck as she continued to lie face down on the king-size bed.

She didn't make a sound for a moment and Booth wondered if she were getting sleepy.

"Mmmmm? All day...Yeah."

He chuckled silently. Not sleepy but simply... pleasured. Bending his head downward, he spoke close to her ear.

"Feel good?"

She nodded and said nothing.

Excellent. He enjoyed being able to do something so simple to bring her pleasure. It was rare that she granted him permission to do so. Of course, he'd never asked...or pushed to do so...until recently.

If they were going to make love according to her twice-monthly schedule, then she'd better get very used to having his hands all over her.

He stared down at her slim back as he let both of his hands work at each shoulder blade a moment. He appreciated how her muscles were nicely toned. And he had always liked how she was so beautifully long-limbed.

Below his waist, he felt himself stir again. It was becoming harder to keep the touch totally on task.

"I also had my intern session to conduct this morning." She mumbled the information.

"So they swapped days on you again?" Booth knew from talking with her a few days ago that it was a possibility.

She nodded as he moved his hand back up to her neck and rubbed.

After just a few seconds, she turned her head to peer at him over her shoulder, her hair falling softly to the side as she did so and his eyes couldn't help but enjoy the picture she made.

"Cam thinks the schedule will work out better and I won't have to skip as many sessions if I wait until the end of the week to conduct them."

He smirked downward at her. "I suppose Cam blames your missing sessions on your FBI partner?"

Brennan smirked teasingly back at him over her shoulder. "She might have insinuated something to that effect a few times."

He shrugged. "You know Bones...You can always ask the Bureau to assign you a different Agent if the one you deal with is too much of a pain in the ass."

She acted as if she were giving the idea serious thought, pulling her lips tight. "I'll have Cam look into it."

Instead of responding, he grabbed her arms suddenly and flipped her over on her back beneath him. She squealed.

"Booth!"

He wasn't about to give her an inch though. Bracketing her thighs between his own, he pushed her arms upward, holding her wrists securely with his hands. She instantly bucked beneath him.

"Get off of me Booth!"

He brought his nose down to hers. "No way Bones."

She bucked futilely again, bringing her chest upward to rub against his. Liquid fire ran through his veins at the contact. She must have felt it too because after a moment, she ceased her struggles and fell back onto the bed quietly.

He brought his mouth near her ear, pausing to caress his hot breath near her neck. He loved the small quiver he felt in her as he did so.

"Just say 'Booth is the best' and it will all be over Bones."

Her eyes sparkled as she stared up at him. Her jaw set and he knew she wasn't about to say it. But oh man, did he love goading her this way. She was his woman and he was going to show her just what that meant. All pretense of a smile left his mouth as his eyes became serious.

"You are unbelievably beautiful when you're fired up Bones." He softly bent his mouth to kiss her stubborn jaw line and then brought his lips just to the edge of her soft, pink lips.

"Booth..." She was going to protest but didn't know quite how or what to protest.

"I have a confession to make." He paused to wait on her to ask but when she didn't, he continued.

"I had trouble concentrating at work today."

He watched her swallow as she listened and her eyes slightly widened. He looked back at her mouth. "Knowing that we were going to do this...Knowing that I was going to be touching you this way..."

Releasing her wrist, he slid his hand softly down her arm, pushing at her loose sleeve as he did so, wanting to touch only the softness of her skin.

Her mouth fell open softly and she closed her eyes briefly against that intense way he had of looking at her. He was asking too much. Wanting too much. She felt herself beginning to panic. She needed up or...

She forced her eyes open to meet his challenge.

"Fuck me Booth."

Her quiet, intense command caught him completely off-guard and his own eyes widened in surprise a moment. He knew she was trying to maintain some control...trying to marginalize what they were doing here together...what they were about to do together.

But hell, the way she was looking at him, and the way her body felt beneath his right now made him want to obey more than anything.

They needed each other this way. So. So. Much.

Still, he was determined to not go too fast with her...To force her to feel some and enjoy what they were going to do to each other.

He brought his other hand down her opposite arm and let his hand hover at her hairline as he gently smoothed it back.

"I have to touch you Bones."

She nodded. "Then shut-up and touch me Booth."

He chuckled at her directive. "You do it without trying you know..."

Her intense stare turned a bit quizzical and loving the way she looked, and unable to control his own desire he bent to pull at her bottom lip with his own until he heard that elusive gasp he so wanted to hear.

Putting his forehead briefly against hers, he closed his eyes as he tried to maintain self-control. "Turn me on."

He felt her own hands move to his back and then slowly lower until she reached his hips and then lower onto his ass. Those capable, graceful hands of hers were now pushing his hips downward and he couldn't fight her any longer. Allowing himself to completely lower onto her, he intentionally meant to repay her by pushing his hardness against her and they both gasped aloud.

"Oh!" She cried out at the unexpected jolt of pleasure.

He couldn't get his breath to speak but could only nod and bite his own lip as he raised and pushed downward again. She lifted her own hips to meet him and it was the most incredible feeling he'd ever experienced in his life.

Grasping her head gently in his hands, he pushed his fingers through her hair as he pulled her upward into his kiss. He opened his mouth wide over hers and pushed his tongue into it deeply. She greedily accepted it as she tangled her own with his. He mimicked the sexual motion with it. In and then out. In. Out. She tasted so very good to him and it wasn't enough. Never enough.

Then she was pulling at his clothing. He felt air hit his chest and realized she was unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it up from his pants and then it was sliding off his arms. He was forced to break contact with her mouth as she pushed it completely from his shoulders and it fell away.

And then, he wanted to feel her. He returned her action and reached for the bottom of her shirt to pull it over her head. What he revealed as he tossed it aside and looked down at her took his breath from his lungs.

She was stunning. In nothing but her silky cream bra, she was breathtaking. The most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on.

He couldn't act for a moment. He wanted to remember how she looked this way for the rest of his life.

"Booth..." She breathed his name as she watched him watch her and the need in her voice brought him back.

She hesitantly put her hand out, just wanting to feel him. It slowly wound it's way up his chest and travelled up around his neck to rest. He closed his eyes and allowed the caress.

"I've always admired your trapezius muscles Booth." She let her hands gently squeeze the muscles of his upper back as he fought back a groan and the instant need to press his groin down into her again.

He loved letting her touch him like this. Loved that she was enjoying touching him this way.

He dared bring his own hand to her smooth and flat tummy and ease it between her breast, the front clasp of her bra exciting him far more than it should have.

He swallowed hard, not quite believing what he was about to do. And then, he felt her watching him as she breathed hard through her nose and he looked into her eyes. What he read there excited him beyond belief. She wanted him to see her and touch her and feel her as much as he needed to do it.

His fingers shaking, he brought them to the clasp. With one hand, he slid it open and the cups loosened around her creamy fullness. She too had a visceral reaction to the feeling of the bra giving in to him. He determinedly held her eyes as he slowly peeled back the undergarment.

There was excitement and desire and even a little fear in her eyes as if she wanted him to want to look as badly as he wanted to.

Unable to deny himself the pleasure any longer, he dropped his eyes to her body.

Perfection.

He'd seen his share of women but he knew if he looked at a thousand more, he would always want this one.

"Touch me Booth..."

Her voice was a whisper to him as he had to remind himself to breathe. She was asking him to touch her there and while he might deny himself, he could never deny her.

Gently, as if she were a piece of fine china, he brought up a finger to lightly caress her pretty rose colored areola. It was already puckered around the perfect pink nipple. She sucked in her breath and it was a beautiful sound to his ears. He instantly wanted to hear her make the noise again for him. He looked up into her eyes to see that her pupils were slightly dilated and her bright eyes had darkened to a deeper hue. And she had her lip between her teeth as she began to breathe harder.

Pulling his gaze downward again, he gently cupped her fullness in both of his hands as he fought not to groan aloud with pleasure himself. She felt incredible in his hands. With a single thumb, he grazed the nipple on one breast and she gasped even louder. God, he loved that husky sound coming from her throat.

Bending, he kissed his way down her collarbone and then across the tops of both breasts until he let his lips just hover so very close to her hardness. He gave her one last glance upward. There was no going back now and he wanted to make sure she was still OK. The intense look on her face shook him and he couldn't have restrained from covering her with his mouth if a bomb had gone off outside the window.

His lips completely encircled her and he let his tongue taste her. He felt her hands in his hair, moulding his head to her.

Yes. Oh god, yes.

His teeth teased her as he pulled gently at the nipple and then soothed it with his tongue in long sweeping strokes. He pulled away for a moment and heard her cry of protest.

I'm going to take care of it baby.

He didn't know if he thought it or said it aloud but he didn't care. She began to wiggle beneath him and press upward into him as her need for him became increasingly obvious. He pushed gently at her shoulders as he took in the incredible way she looked with her head thrown back on the bed and her neck and chest exposed to his hunger.

He kissed her other breast and she called out his name.

Booth.

He wanted to make her never stop saying it. Just that way.

Full of hot need.

But then she put her hands at his hips and used her own strength to pull his hips downward between her now open ones and she ground her softness up against his hardness and he began to lose his mind a bit.

"Now Booth..."

Her mouth closed over his ear as she made her demand and the feeling shot straight to his groin. If he didn't get his pants off in a hurry, he was going to be in trouble.

"Lift your hips..." His own voice sounded deep and breathless.

She amazingly did what he asked and he began to slide her pants down her legs. He felt her helping him and he gave over and began to undo his own. He couldn't move fast enough and felt her soft hands mingle with his at this belt buckle. Her fingers traced the buckle and she gave him the most ridiculous lopsided smile he'd ever seen from her.

"I can't get the damn buckle..." He was frustrated. But then her deft fingers pulled at it and it came open. Her lopsided smile became one of a superiority he knew he would have to make her pay for.

But he didn't worry about it just then as he shoved the pants down and off, leaving him in just his boxers. He started to pull them off and realized when he looked downward that she had managed to get her panties down with her pants and she was completely naked beneath him.

He became very still.

"Booth...what is it?"

She sounded...hesitant...in that small voice...but...wow...he couldn't think...he just wanted. Everything.

He set his jaw a moment trying to reign himself in enough to survive.

"Booth...?"

Her small voice finally forced him to tear his gaze from her and look into her eyes.

"You're perfect Bones." He stated it with a reverence.

She expelled a breath as she gave him a shaky smile.

He bent and began to kiss the soft skin between her breasts and then down the line of her tummy to her perfect waist. His hands came to rest at her perfectly flaired hips as he smoothed his hands around them and then downward to her thighs.

"Booth...please...I want you...inside me."

"Want?"

"Yes!"

He brought his lips to her thigh and pressed a kiss there and then continued to press his lips around her inner thigh. He inhaled and could smell her scent. The hot scent of her most intimate part overtook his senses a moment and he wanted nothing more but to taste her there.

Easing his mouth further upward on her leg, he stopped as he felt her tug at him. He ignored her at first, intent on his goal.

"Booth...No...Stop..."

The fear he heard in her voice made him stop and look upward.

"What's wrong?"

"Just don't...I mean...I don't..."

What? She didn't have oral sex? Was that what she was trying to tell him? Surely...

He wrinkled his brow at her in confusion, still so turned on by her he could barely think.

"Booth...I don't like that...And I don't let men..."

He got it. And he suspected that he understood more than she could imagine.

Her eyes looked so uncertain as he watched her. Bringing his mouth up toward hers, he gave her a reassuring kiss on her mouth and then laid his forehead against hers.

"You will let me Bones...Sometime...You'll want it with me...And I will make it so damn good for you..."

She bit her lip once more and just stared up at him.

It was so very intense. The feelings he was evoking and she didn't know if she could even finish this without completely falling apart. She fought the insane urge to push up from the bed and grab her clothing and rush out.

"Booth...Please..."

She was asking him to understand. Did he?

He relented with a small nod she felt rather than watched and she closed her eyes momentarily in relief.

Easing his body back down atop hers, she felt him from head to toe a moment and loved how it felt. She never imagined Booth would feel this good to her. She knew his body was toned and well-formed but she didn't expect him to fit so perfectly against her own.

Then, he began to kiss her all over again. Easing his lips over hers, he gave her the deepest kiss they'd ever shared. She felt his tongue slide against her own and she tried to hold it. As she did so, she felt his hips, his hardness push through his boxers and against her naked flesh and she begin to burn inside. She wanted him so much. Too much.

Bringing her hands downward, she grasped his boxers and began to pull them off.

Her hips lifted of their own volition trying to maintain contact even as his did to slide off his boxers.

And then he was almost free of them as she helped him push them downward on his legs until he could push them off. He came to his knees momentarily to rid himself of them completely and it was all she could do not to gape at the vision of him nude above her. She heard herself gasp as the want of him increased exponentially.

He was long and hard and engorged and she wanted him inside her so badly she ached like she could never remember in her lifetime.

He watched her looking at him and she could see he was a bit uncomfortable with her appreciation.

Her hand lifted to encircle him and he brushed it away.

"Bones...Don't...I'm...way too close..." He paused as he blew out a deep breath and eased himself downward again.

She could see the strain in his face.

"Booth...Don't hold back...I want you..."

She pushed up again toward him and she felt his strong hands almost violently grab her hips to hold her still.

"Bones...I'm telling you...Just..."

She ignored his warning as the ache to feel him inside her became almost unbearable and she dared push up against him again.

And then, he held her completely still and with one hand guided himself to her entrance and with one long stroke plunged himself into her.

"Ah!"

"Oh!"

They both lay completely still for a moment. Just breathing. Feeling.

Disbelieving.

His hands swept up her arms and his fingers interlocked tightly with hers.

Booth was in agony. In heaven.

Inside her.

He clenched her fingers tighter.

"Hold onto me Bones." He growled it out as he began to slowly move them.

Long strokes at first as they gasped with each one. He bent and tried to swallow hers into his mouth.

She felt too good. Too perfect. He needed to explode inside her now.

But she was enjoying this so much if her face thrown back in ecstasy was any indication and he wasn't going to cheat either of them.

Even if it killed him.

But then, she began to move and her hands clenched around his.

She was so wet inside and so hot and he could feel her all around him, pulling and milking him.

He threw his head back as she pushed upward strongly.

"God! Bones!"

And he pushed back into her forcefully pulling a sexy as hell feminine groan from her throat.

He couldn't stop it. Couldn't control it. Between them it was too much. Why had he ever thought he could?

He felt the sweat in their joined hands as their grasp tightened unbearably. Her long fingers pressed into the top of his hand more with each stroke.

"Ah...Deeper!"

Her voice sounded foreign to him and he loved her in sex and knew he'd never stop wanting to hear her again and again.

"Say my name Bones..." He wanted it. So. Much.

"Once." He pressed again.

"Just look at me baby and say my name."

He pushed into her again and again, faster and faster and she was about to...So close...

She tried to raise her head. Say his name. Yes.

"Booth...Oh...I'm..."

"Yeah."

And then it took her. She felt herself pulse around him, felt herself pull him inside further than she ever thought she could pull a man and she bathed him in her juices.

He watched her in amazement a moment. She was incredible. And he'd made her...

Pushing into her once more, he knew he had to let go or die. Knew he could now.

She pulsed around him again, gripping him tightly and he knew he was about to explode inside her.

"Bones..."

Her hand jerked from his as she grabbed him and pushed him inside harder.

"Bones...I...yeah!"

And she gasped with him as his own heated semen filled her.

Booth threw his head back and gave into it all.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

And then he collapsed atop her. For long moments, they both lay there just breathing.

Yes.

It was done.

He felt her get up but knew better than to move himself.

How long they had dozed side-by side he didn't know but the darkness through the window and complete quiet around them indicated that it was late.

He listened as she dressed silently, just the slightest rustle of her clothing making any noise.

Fighting the urge to raise up and go over to her and grab her and force her back to bed with him, he remained still.

She was leaving.

And why not?

Nothing in their 'arrangement' said they were to spend their night together sleeping in the same bed or making love over and over.

Disappointment rocketed through him nonetheless.

She was running.

He knew it. Could feel it.

She was scared.

And had felt everything he had felt between them. He knew she had. Watched it. Sensed it. Felt it.

That had been more than mere sex.

It had been them.

He heard the soft click of the room door open and then quietly shut.

Damn it.

She could try.

He'd known she would.

But it still drove him nuts.

Patience. He'd need it now more than ever.

He rose to a sitting position and then got up and walked into the front room of the suite.

There, by the small low lit lamp, she'd left a short note.

He reached down to retrieve it and read it.

Booth-

Enjoy the room. it's paid for.

Thanks for doing this tonight. I think it will help us both.

Have a good weekend. I'll see you Monday.

-Bones

Calmly he folded the note.

She could run.

But she couldn't hide from it forever.

He sighed, looked up and out at the city lights through the window. A huge smile stole across his face as he noticed the empty table in front of the window.

She'd taken his flowers.

Author note: If you enjoyed the first one, let me know. It helps me to know people are reading and enjoying and encourages me to continue writing. : )