A/N: Because the idea entertained me, that's why:)

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He glanced backwards at the woman he had just let in his apartment, letting his eyes roam around the curves that were not in the least concealed by her clingy dress. She didn't notice; she was too busy checking out the place. He figured she had to, in the business she was in; in some ways, her instincts had to be better honed than his own.

"Nice digs," she said appreciatively, running her hand over the back of the couch. Her long red nails scratched softly against the leather.

"Thanks," he said, grinning. "The furniture is new. Just got a bonus at work. Figured I should celebrate."

"I get it." Seemingly satisfied with her read on the place, she finally turned towards him, heavily glossed lips turned up in a seductive smile. "So where's the bedroom?"

He shouldn't have been surprised by her boldness, but he chuckled anyway. "You work fast, huh?"

"Time is money, baby. And we still haven't discussed how much of mine you're gonna pay for."

"I see. Why don't we take a walk and talk about it? I don't do this very often, so you'll have to help remind me of the rules." Very often. Try never. But she didn't have to know that. He took her hand and led her back the hallway while she talked.

"You pay by the half-hour, with add-on for extras. I usually charge five hundred. If you play nice…four fifty."

He pushed the door to his bedroom open and switched the light on its dimmest setting. "What if I don't wanna play nice?"

Spinning around, she pressed her chest against his, and he couldn't get over that full, inviting, sultry smile. "Always an option. If you can afford it." Her eyes flickered over his shoulder, and suddenly she was frowning and backing away. "Hey. You a cop?"

Glancing backwards, he saw what concerned her…the picture setting up on his dresser of the day he got his badge. "Not tonight," he reassured her. "Tonight I'm just…a guy. Who wants a girl." That part was honest enough. When he had seen her, his body had reacted like it never had before…those long legs, and those big blue eyes, and the body that looked like it might have been sculpted by a fucking artiste. He had known immediately that he had to have her.

Those enormous, shatteringly blue eyes studied him suspiciously for a moment…but then her instincts read his honesty, and her smile returned. "I see. So. What does that 'guy' like?" With a small push, he fell to a seat on the edge of the bed.

"I—I don't know," he stammered, just a little, as her fingers curled around the hem of her dress and unceremoniously pulled it up over her head. She now stood before him in a push-up bra, high heels, and thong panties. Just like that.

Her smile was almost sympathetic at his momentary inability to speak. "Do you like having your cock sucked?" she asked, helpfully, taking a step closer to him, leaning over and placing her hands on his thighs.

"Are there guys that don't like that?" he asked, genuinely incredulous. She chuckled at his curiosity, her breasts bouncing a little bit.

"I don't assume anything, honey. You'd be surprised by what people do and don't like. But I never am." She looked downwards pointedly at the bulge growing in his jeans. "It looks like you've already seen something you like, though."

"You get me hot," he breathed, entranced by her in all her crude, sexualized glory.

"Okay. I'll tell you what," she said, voice husky. She pushed off his thighs, standing in front of him once more without touching. "You just tell me what to do, piece by piece, and I'll do it. And if any point you want me to improvise, let me know. I'm a smart girl." Her eyes sparkled. "Just watch the time."

He was half-tempted to just tell her to go ahead and improvise; anything she did with that mouth and those legs and that body, he was pretty damn sure would be alright with him. But it also occurred to him that if he was paying anywhere close to five hundred dollars for a half hour, he might as well get the most out of it. "Turn around," he said. His voice sounded unsure to his own ears, but the woman before him seemed pleased to hear him taking control.

She grinned as she slowly twirled around, shaking her perfect ass just a little bit. His mouth dried at the sight of the tiny scrap of turquoise fabric that wrapped around her waist and then disappeared between the cheeks of her bottom. He thought briefly of whether he'd like to take her this way later: from behind, so he could watch her ass as he thrust in and out of her. "Like that?" she asked.

"Yeah. That's nice," he told her, gaining confidence now. "Take off your bra."

"I knew you'd start figuring out what you wanted." Her fingers appeared at her back, unhooking the garment with a practiced pinch. She pulled her arms out of the straps; ever the showman, she held it between her fingers and extended it far away from her body before letting it drop to the floor, exposing the bare, smooth expanse of her back.

"Turn back around." He sucked in a deep breath when she did. "Gorgeous."

"Thanks. They're natural." She hefted the sweet weight of her breasts in her palms, displaying them for him. "You wanna touch them?"

God, did he. But…"Not yet."

Her shiny, ruby lips pouted, but she didn't complain.

"Come closer. Get on your knees."

She smirked and complied, taking a step forward and lowering herself between his spread legs. She placed her hands on his thighs again, while purposely brushing her bare breasts against his crotch and looking up at him seductively, waiting for further instruction.

Looking down at her, he resisted the urge to just lower his face down and kiss that red, practiced pout from her face. But he knew that's likely just what she wanted; the quicker she could reduce a man to his baser instincts, the quicker she could move onto the next customer, the next wad of cash. He held back. "That thing you were talking about before. Do you like that?" he asked her.

Her face was amused. "Sucking a man's cock? I would say it's my specialty."

"But do you like it?" he insisted. Even in this (highly unusual) circumstance, he wasn't about to make a woman do something she disliked. Although he wondered if she'd tell him, even if she did.

She looked up at him, her angel eyes reading something decidedly less innocent. "I like to hear a man moan while I torture him with my tongue, not sure whether he wants me to go faster so he can come, or slower so he can make it last. I like feeling him twitch in my throat when I swallow him as deep as it gets. I like feeling his hands in my hair, telling me how good I am, the best he's ever had. So yeah. I would say I like it."

His dick pulsed a steady rhythm in his pants. God. She was good. "Okay," he whispered. "I want that."

"Of course you do." Kneeling down, she rubbed one soft cheek gently against the part of him that was begging to be set free. "Will you do me a favor? Will you take off your shirt? A man should always take off his shirt before his pants."

Whatever she fucking wanted. While he pulled it over his head, he asked her another question. "What's your name?"

She laughed softly. "What do you want to call me? That's the most important question."

He considered as he tossed his shirt aside. "I like Temperance."

That renewed her giggles. "That sounds like some of my grandmother's friends."

His slight annoyance at her judgment quickly faded while she carefully plucked at the button of his jeans. "How about I just call you Baby?"

"That's fine, lover," she whispered sweetly, while she unzipped his fly and gently worked her hand inside. Her hot hand searched, then found him, gently tugging him free from the confines. "Oh," she sighed. "It's nice."

He looked at her closely, wondering if she was serious, or if it was something she told all men. She appeared genuinely appreciative, though.

"It's all nice," she said, letting go of his cock for a second while she ran her hands (with those ridiculously long nails) up his chest, lingering on the bulges of muscles she found. "Why are you paying for it, honey? I bet there are lots of girls who'd…like this opportunity."

His breath caught at her every touch. "There are…circumstances."

"I get it." Her fingers drifted back down to give his cock a squeeze, making him gasp. "You're not paying me for this. You're paying me to leave after." She didn't appear to be offended by this assessment, although it surprised him that her instincts didn't tell her that this was different…he was paying her because she was one of the most amazingly beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he was pretty sure this was the only way he could get her to come home with him.

Struggling to stay composed, he lifted a bit to allow her to pull off her pants. "Depending on how this goes, I might pay you to stay a little longer."

"Aren't you sweet," she cooed. "I guess I'll have to work real hard to make sure this goes well, huh?" Leaning back on her haunches, she whispered. "Now. Let's see what I can do with this beautiful cock of yours."

To her credit, she didn't rush. She rubbed him slowly, luxuriously before her mouth got anywhere near him. She ran her tongue along his thighs, complimenting how strong he was. She pressed tiny kisses up the entire length of his rock-hard penis, then back down again, making sweat bead on his forehead with the frustratingly delicious stimulation, and with anticipation. And when she finally did wink up at him one last time before wrapping her lips around the tender head of his cock and nursing gently, he couldn't repress the loud, strangled groan that come from his throat.

She was right. She was the best. Everything about her tongue and her mouth and her clever fingers (which busied themselves tweaking his nipples and stroking his balls, while her lips worked their own magic) seemed designed for the very purpose of bringing him exquisite pleasure. "Oh, baby. Oh, God," he gasped, hand descending to her flowing auburn waves.

"Mmm," she agreed, unable to properly respond because now she had him wedged in the back of her throat and was swallowing the tip of his cock.

"Baby, you have to stop," he begged as her head bobbed up and down, the suction almost unbearably, pleasurably intense. He felt his balls start to tighten, his come starting to rise, and he knew that if he had any inkling of having sex with her, this needed to end pronto.

To torture him, she gave him one, last, lingering suck. "But you were just really starting to enjoy it," she teased. But he didn't let her continue to tease. He hauled her up by her shoulders and crushed her lips against his. He knew he was probably getting her lipstick all over his face and he didn't give a fuck. She seemed surprised for a second, then eagerly responded, tangling that talented tongue with his and kicking off her shoes so that she could climb up and straddle him.

God, it was heaven…those ridiculously gorgeous legs wrapped around his waist, her swollen lips sucking at his. There seemed to be real passion behind her kiss, and while he had no doubt she could probably manufacture it, he forced that possibility from his mind. He tore his lips from hers to feast on the delicate flesh of her breasts. She had been right…they were perfectly natural and soft under his mouth, her nipples rosy and pebbly and exquisitely responsive to his sucking mouth.

Her head fell back. "Wow, lover. Feels like that beast has been in its cage for too long," she gasped, arching towards him and rubbing her hips back and forth against the overexcited hardness of his cock.

He kissed her again, hard. "I want you."

"You wanna fuck me?" she asked breathlessly, grabbing onto his ass and increasing the friction between them.

"I don't care how much it costs…how long it takes…" he felt like he was babbling now, but he felt wild, out of control in his desire to have her, to be a part of her.

"It's okay, lover. I wanna fuck you too."

He felt like howling in triumph as he lifted her and nearly tossed her down on the expanse of the bed behind them. She wanted him. And this was gonna be good…good for both of them. He immediately resumed his fevered kissing of her body, trailing down her stomach. His teeth caught in the elastic of her thong panties, and he bit down to pull them off of her. She seemed to like that, and hummed her approval as she thrust her hips up.

"Anything special?" she gasped out while he threw her panties on the floor, kissing his way back up her calves and thighs. It took him a second to even register what she was talking about.

Oh, yeah. He remembered, not so long ago, thinking maybe he'd like to take her from behind. But now…she had reached for the condom that was laying on his nightstand, and was dispensing of the wrapper and sheathing him with a practiced stroke. Her lipstick was smeared and her hair tangled now, but her eyes…they were fucking perfect, and she looked beautiful.

"This is special," he promised her, his lips descending on hers as he eased into a tightness and warmth he had never imagined.

"Oh," she whispered against his mouth, wrapping her legs around him. "That's good. That's…oh."

"You're incredible," he groaned out, burying his head in her throat and sucking on the perfect, pale skin there.

"You haven't seen anything yet." She rotated her hips and at the same time squeezed his cock inside of her from all sides.

"Jesus. You want me to lose it, don't you?" he panted.

"I just want you to come harder than you ever have in your life."

He was far too close to that already. "Baby."

Her voice was soothing, breathless. "Nice and slow, lover."

That's what he strove for, concentrating on her gasps and moans to direct the tempo and depth of his thrusts. It kept his mind from his own impending explosion, which was threatening to overwhelm him any moment, propelled on by her smell and her soft skin and her raspy quality of her voice while she cried out her encouragements to him. He only sped up when her moans took on a more desperate quality, her thrusts feeling less expert and more wild. "Baby," she sighed between hot kisses, "I think I might come with you."

For some reason, that aroused him more than anything she said all night. "Oh, yeah. God, yeah." He felt spasm around him, and her words dissolved into fevered moans that propelled him straight into oblivion. "Temperance!" he cried out through gritted teeth, forgetting in his pleasure that he had told her he wouldn't call her that name, figuring she likely wouldn't care during her own orgasmic throes. He came with a force that made him worry his condom would overflow, but he couldn't stop. He had wanted her too much.

He remained on top of her for a few moments, trading kisses that matched the pace of his slowing heartbeat, until finally rolling off of her. She let out a satisfied sigh.

"That was great, baby. You're a good fuck," she told him. "I almost feel bad that you're the one that has to pay. Almost." She grinned a lazy, beautiful grin at him.

He was too spent to respond at the moment. Then, shortly after…

"So who's this Temperance? I'm guessing she's not one of your grandmother's friends."

"No." He rolled his head towards her. "She just…the only woman I've ever met as beautiful as you."

He couldn't tell if she believed the compliment. "Ah. Well. She doesn't know what she's missing out on," she said amiably.

Balling up his pillow, he studied the woman next to him carefully. "Stay the night," he requested.

The woman laughed quietly. "You're too sentimental, lover."

"That might be true," he agreed. "Do it anyway?"

She was already half-asleep. "That must have been quite a bonus you got," she murmured.

"Big bonus," he agreed, gently pulling the comforter up and over her naked, still-flushed body, listening to the sound of her rhythmic breathing until he, too succumbed to the efforts they had put into this night.

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Waking in the light of the morning sun, he grinned a pleased smile as she wandered into the room with a coffee mug in her hand. "You slept a long time," she scolded.

"You took a lot out of me," he teased.

Smiling, she handed him the mug as she eased down on the side of the bed. "I liked that one. How about you?"

He shrugged. "Pretty hot. But not my favorite."

She frowned. "Why not?"

"You know I don't like to control women like that. It's just not my usual style."

"That's the whole point. Besides, you were pretty good at it," she winked.

A little embarrassed, he sipped at his coffee.

"Fine," she said. "Next time, we'll do something where I'm in control. Maybe you can be my cabana boy. Or a naughty schoolboy…"

"Bones!" he exclaimed, his face reddening.

She was laughing. "Oh, stop acting all modest, Booth. You'll get used to the idea. You always do." She pressed a kiss to his temple, and sauntered out of the room. "We'll get breakfast whenever you're ready to rejoin the real world," she called behind her.

He couldn't help but smile. She was right. Being with Temperance Brennan had opened him up to all kinds of experiences that he never imagined, real-world and otherwise.

It was the best work bonus he had ever received.