I just wanted to say thanks once again to Goldpiece for allowing me to use her idea to write this story. Also, to everyone who took the time to submit a review, please know that I appreciate each and every one of them. This chapter is dedicated to all of you guys.

Booth put the finishing touches on the decorations in the study and then turned off the lights and closed the door. It had been two weeks since his undercover assignment had ended and he had invited Bones over to celebrate. He smiled as he made his way to the kitchen to check on dinner. The last two weeks with her had more than made up for the long separation during his assignment. After falling asleep with her in his arms that first night, he'd known that he would never again sleep as well without her. Apparently, she felt the same way, because other than the two nights last weekend when he'd had Parker at the house, they had spent every night together.

He stirred the sauce on the stove as his mind drifted back to that first morning of waking up in her bed. He'd been having the most erotic dream about making love to her when he'd finally reached full consciousness and realized that he wasn't dreaming. She'd smiled when he'd opened his eyes to find her lips trailing across his bare chest, her tongue darting out to taste him and her fingers pinching at his nipples. Before he'd been able to say a word, her lips had captured his in a scorching kiss. It had been the best wakeup call he'd ever gotten in his life and one he'd gladly repaid the next morning when she'd had to leave to go to work.

The doorbell rang, bringing his thoughts back to the present and the evening he had planned for them. He quickly turned off the stove and wiped his hands on a dishtowel before making his way to the door.

"I'm sorry I'm late," Brennan said as he opened the door.

"You're fine," he replied as he stepped back to allow her to enter. His eyes took in the loose sweater, form fitting jeans and sandals she wore and he added, "And you look gorgeous."

"Thank you," she replied as she turned back to face him, waiting until he closed the door before leaning in for a kiss.

He willingly obliged her, his hands moving to her waist to pull her close as his lips settled on hers for the briefest of moments. "I've wanted to do that all day," he told her as he reached a hand up to tuck a wayward strand of hair behind her ear.

"I know," she replied as her hands played with the short hairs on the back of his neck. "I could see it in your eyes while you thought I was looking at that skeleton on the examination table."

"I don't think you were looking at my eyes then, Bones."

She raised one eyebrow at that. "What do you think I was looking at then, Booth?"

He rocked his hips against her, letting her feel the length of him pressing firmly against her as he once again leaned down to capture her lips. She smiled against his lips, the simple action becoming her confession.

Booth kissed his way from her lips to her throat and then back to her ear. "Dinner first or your surprise first?"

"What's my surprise?" she whispered as he gently pulled her ear lobe between his teeth and nibbled on it.

"I can't tell you, Bones. That's why it's called a surprise."

He released the lobe from his teeth and trailed his tongue along the outer shell of her ear, enjoying the shiver that ran through her body at the contact. Her hands tightened at the back of his neck, holding his head in place, silently begging for more. He reversed his course then, trailing his tongue back to her lobe and sucking it into his mouth again for the briefest of nibbles before moving down to her neck. When he reached the spot where her shoulder and neck met, she sighed and dropped her head to the side. "If you keep that up, we're not going to have dinner or a surprise."

He chuckled against her skin and then lifted his head to look her in the eyes. "Your call, Bones. What's it going to be?"

She tilted her head to the side as she considered her options. "Surprise first, Booth. You know I hate waiting."

He winked as he released her from his embrace. "I know. That's why I made something that will be just as good warmed up."

"Then why even give me the choice?" she asked as she allowed him to lead her to the study.

"Because I wanted tonight to be all about you," he replied as they reached the closed door and he brought them to a halt. "If you were absolutely set on having dinner first, we would've had dinner first."

She started to say something else, but he placed a finger on her lips to silence her. "I need you to close your eyes and promise not to peek until I tell you it's okay."

"Is that really necessary?" she asked as he lowered his finger.

"Absolutely," he replied. "Promise?"

She nodded in agreement and closed her eyes. "I promise."

He took a deep breath and then opened the door to the study., guiding her in by her elbow. When they reached the center of the room, he brought her to a stop. "There's a chair directly behind you, Bones. I want you to sit in it."

He took her by the hands and helped her as she lowered herself into the straight back chair he'd brought from his dining room. "Are you comfortable?" he asked.


"Good. Now don't move. Give me one minute and then I'll let you open your eyes."

Brennan sat in the chair quietly, listening to Booth move around the room. He had obviously moved the furniture in the room because the last time she'd been in his study, there had been a couch where she was currently sitting. His footsteps quieted and she heard a soft rustling, giving her the impression that he was changing his clothes. She was just about to ask what he was doing when she heard his deep voice from across the room. "Open your eyes, Bones."

She did as commanded and the first thing she noted was the strange lighting in the room. Instead of the bright overhead light that usually illuminated the room, there were several colored bulbs placed in floor lamps around the room, and the windows had been covered with dark blankets, eliminating any light that might come in from outside. As her eyes took in her surroundings, she noted that all of the furniture had been pushed to one side of the room except for the chair that she was sitting on, and it appeared to have been placed in the center of the room. As her eyes completed the circuit of the room, she finally spotted Booth standing in the far corner and her breath caught in her throat.

As soon as her eyes met his, Booth hit the play button on the remote control in his hand to bring the stereo to life and then dropped it to the ground. He stepped out of the shadows and heard her sharp intake of breath as realization of what he'd prepared for her set in.

She had teased him about being sorry she was going to miss out on her private show that first night, but she hadn't brought it up again. When he'd cleaned the few personal belongings he'd had with him out of the apartment he'd used while undercover, he'd found the black thong he'd worn the first night she'd been there and had been unable to part with it. He had intended to give it to her as a souvenir, but before he could follow through on it, the idea to give her that private show had taken root in his head. Before he'd even realized what he was doing, he had planned the entire evening in his head, which is how he found himself where he was now.

Brennan licked her lips as she watched Booth slowly approaching her, his entire body moving in time to the beat of the music. He was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of black pants with silver snaps running down the legs, his jeans having obviously been discarded for the sake of this little show. She watched the play of muscle under his snug t-shirt as he moved, once again captivated by the gracefulness of his movements. When she lifted her eyes back to his face, he smiled at her and then moved his hands to the hem of his shirt and slowly lifted it over his head. He tossed the shirt carelessly behind him and she allowed her eyes to take in the sight of his magnificent chest as he continued his gyrations, each movement bringing him closer to her.

She swallowed hard when he moved to stand behind her, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Is this what you wanted, Bones? Did you want to see me like this? Just for you?"

His hands trailed down her shoulders to her hands and then back up again, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She turned her head to look at him and found that his face was mere inches from hers. "I wasn't expecting for it to turn me on as much as it did that night," she told him. "I've always known you were sexy, but you've never used it so blatantly before."

He smiled at her admission and then stepped away from her, moving until he was once again facing her. He reached for the waistband of his pants and gave a hard tug, effectively opening all of the snaps so the pants fell away from his body. She felt the desire pool between her legs as he stood before her wearing only that black thong again. Being intimately aware of what he was hiding under the small scrap of material had her once again licking her lips.

He took a step closer to her, moving until his knees were bumping against hers with each movement. "It's just the two of us tonight, Bones."

She lifted her eyes to his, seeing her own desire reflected back at her. He reached for her hands and pulled her to her feet, his hands immediately going to her waist and holding her steady as he rocked his hips against hers. She lifted her hands to his shoulders, but he stepped away from her and took her hands in his again, holding them to her sides as he moved in once again, pressing his hips against hers. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips. Her entire body was tingling, anticipating his touch, craving the release she now knew he could bring her.

Hearing her soft moan, Booth moved to stand behind her. He wasn't sure how long he was going to be able to keep this up. He was already painfully aroused and hearing her quickened breathing and the soft sounds she was making was doing nothing for his resolve. He pressed his throbbing erection into the soft curves of her ass, his hands moving to her waist and then slowly trailing up her body. When he reached the curve of her breasts, he changed direction, moving his hands in to cup them, feeling the weight of them in his hands. "I wanted to touch you like this that first night," he admitted as his lips moved to her neck. "I wanted to feel your body react to my touch, to know that I could arouse you."

Brennan tilted her head to the side as his lips trailed over her neck. His palms were rubbing against her aching nipples, making them even harder with her desire for him. She reached behind her to cup his ass, but he stepped away from her again. When her hands once again fell to her sides, he returned to the position, his thumbs and forefingers working magic on her nipples. "Touching me is against the rules," he whispered.

"You let me touch you that night," she reminded him.

Before she could even draw another breath, he had moved until he was standing in front of her, his back pressed up against her chest. He took her hands in his and lifted them to his chest. "I believe it was something like this," he replied.

Brennan sighed and pressed her lips to his back as he slowly lowered her hands down his chest. When they reached the material of his thong and he didn't stop, she took advantage of the situation, shifting her hands in his enough that she could feel the length of him. She heard his sharp intake of breath followed by a slight groan before he reversed the direction of their hands and brought them back up his body. She trailed her tongue across the expanse of his back, stopping once to nip at the skin covering his shoulder blade. "I wanted to touch you like that then," she admitted.

He quickly moved again, once again stepping behind her, pressing their hips together, his hands on her waist guiding her as they moved to the music. After several moments, his hands moved from her waist, this time sliding under the shirt she was wearing to cup her breasts.

Brennan felt her arousal growing, her body begging for a more intimate touch. Knowing that trying to touch him would cause him to stop, she decided to try to move things along in a different way. She leaned into him, moving her head slightly to the side so he could see over her shoulder and then she lowered her hands to the button of her jeans. She made quick work of opening the button and zipper and then slowly pushed the material down her hips. She stopped when she felt his hands move to once again cup her breasts, lifting them lightly.

"What are you doing, Bones?" he whispered against her ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth.

"What I wanted you to do that night," she replied as she brought one hand back to the opening of her jeans and slid it inside. His hands went still at her breasts and she felt him shift against her ass as he glanced down her body, watching as her hand disappeared inside her panties.

"Tell me," he gasped.

"I'm so wet for you, Booth," she told him as she felt her arousal soaking her own fingers. "I want to feel you deep inside of me."

She felt his hands move to her jeans, pushing the material further down her body before one of his hands joined hers. He placed his hand over hers, guiding her movements as she trailed her fingers back and forth across her opening, barely grazing her clit before changing directions and dipping inside of her body. Her hips arched up instinctively, craving more of him.

"You are so damn sexy, Bones."

"Please, Booth," she pleaded.

He removed their hands and she groaned in frustration before she felt his hands pushing her jeans and panties completely off of her body. She kicked them and her sandals aside and then turned to face him. He moved his hands to her shirt and lifted it over her head, dropping it to the floor before making quick work of removing her bra as well.

He placed her hands on his hips, finally giving her permission to touch him. She immediately went to the waistband of the thong, pulling it out to lower it over his erection and down his body. He stepped out of the material as it pooled at his feet and then took her hands in his once again, lifting them to his shoulders as he took a step closer to her. He maneuvered them until they reached the chair and then he settled himself on it. Once he was seated, he reached for Brennan.

Brennan moved to straddle him, her feet finding purchase on the rungs of the chair before she slowly lowered herself onto him. They both groaned as he slid into her and then they found each other's lips, their mouths coming together greedily as they began to move against each other.

His hands moved to her waist, helping to lift her as she rose off of him before lifting his own hips to meet her on her downward stroke. Within minutes they were gasping for breath, their hips slamming into each other as their hands stroked over one another and their tongues dueled. Feeling his climax quickly approaching, Booth slid one hand between their bodies, easily finding her clit. He rubbed it hard, hearing her gasp in pleasure as she pulled her lips from his. "Yes, Booth. Right there."

He repeated the action, his lips moving to her neck and biting gently on the sensitive skin there. "Come for me, baby." That was all Brennan needed as she cried out in release, his name tumbling from her lips as she felt her entire body convulse in pleasure.

Booth rode the wave of her orgasm, feeling her body tighten around his before he gave in to his own body's demand for release. He thrust into her three more times and then he was exploding inside of her, her name falling from his lips in a mantra.

As their breathing slowly returned to normal, she lifted her head from his shoulder to look him in the eyes. "That was amazing, Booth."

He reached up and brushed her hair off of her face, leaning in for a gentle, yet passionate kiss. When they broke apart, he smiled at her. "I take it that your private show met your expectations, Dr. Brennan."

"Above and beyond," she agreed as she shifted in his lap, feeling him still intimately connected with her. "I might have to become a regular."

"I should tell you that I'm still planning on retiring my g-string," he informed her.

"I don't know, Booth," she teased him as she trailed her hands down his chest, feeling his muscles contract at the contact. "I think you could make quite a living doing this."

"Funny," he replied as his hands moved to her back, trailing over the smooth skin he found there. "I didn't get a single bill tucked tonight."

She laughed softly at that. "I was unprepared this time, G-String Man. I won't let it happen again."

"In that case, maybe I'll hang onto the thong," he replied. "Just in case."

"I like the sound of that," she agreed. She leaned in for a soft kiss and then pulled back slightly to meet his eyes. "Thank you for this, Booth."

He winked at her and replied, "You're welcome, Bones."

She leaned in for another kiss before moving off of him and reaching for his hand. "Come on, Booth. Let's see if dinner can live up to my surprise."

"Not a chance," he told her. "But we should probably eat anyway to keep up our strength for the next round."

She smiled and picked up his t-shirt, pulling it over her head as he picked up his jeans from the corner of the room and pulled them on. He reached for the remote control and turned off the stereo before they left the study hand-in-hand, both of them wondering how long it might've taken them to get to this point if not for that little black thong.

The End

My muse hopes that this makes up for him stealing Booth away before they could get to this earlier in the story.

Thanks for sticking with me through this one. I hope you enjoyed it.