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A/n: Hope you enjoy this final chapter!

Sunday Wildfire

"Don't move," she ordered and Booth nearly whimpered when she walked away from him.

Quickly, Brennan strode across the bedroom, turning off the ringing alarms before turning back to him, her eyes nothing short of predatory as she stood in front of him, slipping out of her heels.

"Strip." It was all she said and the only thing he could do was obey.

"You look like you're going to eat me alive," Booth breathed, pulling down his sweats and standing in front of her naked and stunningly aroused.

Without a word, she went to her knees, curling her fingers around his length and blowing her hot breath on the throbbing head of him.

"Bones …" His voice hitched, head falling back against the door with a resounding thud. "Don't mess with me."

"What do you want?" she asked in that seductively innocent tone that told Booth she wanted him to lose his goddamn mind.

"A fucking orgasm," he rasped, more than willing to oblige her. His eyes closed tightly as her thumb rubbed almost absentmindedly over the tip of his cock.

"Open your eyes," Brennan demanded and he looked down to see her slip one hand inside her panties. After a few strokes that left her panting slightly, she pulled her hand out, gleaming with desire. Her wet fingers curled around him and she pumped him, spreading her slick arousal all over him. "Watch me while I suck you," she whispered and that was all the warning he got before she swallowed him whole.

He moaned harshly and bucked helplessly, fingers flying into her hair.

Oh, Jesus, she was tasting herself on his dick. The sheer erotic impact of that thought nearly made him come and his fingers tensed around the silky strands.

"I bet you taste good, don't you?" he panted heavily as her tongue swirled around him, lapping up the slick juices she'd coated over him. Her hands went to his hips, encouraging him to move his hips faster into her mouth, the suction she was applying suddenly increasing.

"Ohh … fuckfuckfuck," he chanted, pumping into her mouth desperately. "Bones, fuck … oh fuck, baby … so damn good, don't stop …"

Inside her mouth, she felt him growing harder and she wrapped one hand around the base, dragging her lips until she was only sucking on the tip of him. He jerked and groaned, feeling so close and yet not close enough.

"You taste so good," she moaned against him, swiping her tongue across the drop of pre-cum before slowly working him inside her mouth again.

"Stop playing around and make me come," he pleaded frantically, eyes wild. "Bones … I can't take this, I need to … God!" One hand squeezed him hard at the base as her lips went to town on him, the other slipped between his legs, palming the heavy weight of his balls.

The stimulation was almost unbearable, the pressure building so tightly, Booth almost thought he was going to black out.

"Holy … yeeeeess! Bones, oh yeah, fuck … don't … more," he moaned and begged and panted incoherently. "Please, ohhhhh, so close … yesyesyesYES!"

Everything inside him coiled and snapped in an explosive chain reaction. He screamed her name hoarsely, absolutely detonating inside her mouth. Her lips continued to work him, drawing out every inch of pleasure until he whimpered and she finally let him slip out of her mouth. Immediately his knees gave out and he slid down the door to the floor.

Oh fuck yeah, so fucking worth it.

"C'mere," he gasped weakly, wrapping his arms around her as she settled between his legs. "You have any idea what you just did to me?"

Brennan pressed closer to him, shifting until she straddled one muscular thigh. Burying her face in his neck, she rubbed against him and moaned against his throat. The sound vibrated over his skin and he grasped her hips as she moved on him.

"God, you're so ready to go off too, aren't you," he murmured, feeling the wetness on his thigh right through her underwear. "Those tiny little panties are absolutely drenched, baby."

She moved a little faster and he moved one hand from her hips and used two fingers to stroke her over the silky material.

"Booth," she breathed huskily, squirming against his fingers.

"Okay, baby," he soothed, slipping under the edge and touching her without any barriers. His fingers hit silky, bare skin and he froze. "Bones, what the …?"

"What?" she said innocently, smiling against his neck and rocking into his hand.

"What?" he repeated on a sharply inhaled breath, suddenly grabbing her hips and lifting her. Before she could make a sound, he had her flat on the floor, hands tugging down and quickly ridding Brennan of her blue panties. "You are … you are completely bare."

Booth ended his sentence in a hushed whisper and she laughed, letting her legs fall open to his heated gaze. "You like it?"

"Baby, didn't it hurt?" He touched one finger to the smooth, bare skin, caressing softly.

"Yeah," she admitted honestly. "But you know, when I'm with Angela, things like this tend to happen."

"How does it feel?" Booth asked, tentatively exploring her, nearly mesmerized by the silky smooth feel of her combined with mouth-watering wetness. "Does it still hurt?"

"No," she reassured quickly, hips lifting off the floor in an attempt to have his fingers slide in, but he just rimmed her carefully, making her grow impatient. "It feels good, the sensation is almost heightened."

"Yeah?" he breathed, settling between her legs and using his free hand to slide one black thigh high and then the other down her legs.

Booth removed his fingers to spread her legs wider, trailing his lips down the delicate skin he had just revealed.

"Booth," she protested, fingers tangling in his hair as he kissed from her ankle up to her thigh, first one leg and then the other.

"I can smell you," he whispered, tracing his tongue on the sensitive crease where thigh met hip. "So sweet and deliciously horny."

"Lick me now," she demanded on a near growl. "Lick me and get me off before I do it myself."

Sliding his hands under her, Booth cupped her ass and lifted her into his mouth. The very tip of his tongue reached out and touched her slick, swollen folds. He swirled his tongue in concentric circles, drawing nearer and nearer to her stiff little clit. Finally, he flicked it in hard little tongue lashes that made her pant and moan in increasing volume.

"Inside," Brennan breathed, head thrashing side to side on the floor. "I want your tongue deep inside me."

He complied eagerly and she cried out at how good it felt, at the way he made soft noises against her letting her know he loved the way she tasted.

"Like strawberry pie," Booth groaned in appreciation, tonguing her deeply and licking up slowly along her soaking wet entrance. She jerked against him and he moaned deeply into her, the vibration stimulating her clit and making her yell his name like she always did whenever she came on his tongue.

Before she could completely come down, he thrust two fingers inside her and sucked her perfect pink clit into his mouth.

"Oh god, Booth," she groaned, moving her hips on his fingers as he pumped her. "Yes, faster, ooohh yes, please, please make me come again."

He made sure to hit the base of her clit with every stroke, harder and harder each time until relief crashed over her again, leaving her a trembling, boneless puddle.

"Oh my god," she whispered in disbelief, minute tremors running through her like tiny little orgasms. "Incredible."

Running kisses up along the small silver hooks of her corset, Booth stretched out over her, before rolling them so that she was draped over him. Her hair spilled out around them and he buried a hand in it, bringing her lips down to his. He kissed her softly for a while, letting her calm down and just enjoying the scent and feel of her all over him.

"Beautiful," he murmured against her lips, cupping his free hand around her perky behind. "So very beautiful."

"You're really beautiful too," she whispered back and predictably he gave her an unamused look.

"Bones," he whined with a pout and a bite to her bottom lip. "How many times do we have to go over this? Attractive, good-looking, hot, are all acceptable. Beautiful is not."

"But you are beautiful," she insisted, running her hands over his body in appreciation, leaving a trail of kisses from his neck to his shoulder.

"I'd rather be hot," he mumbled, leaving open-mouthed kisses on the upper slopes of her breasts and rocking up between her legs. "Smokin' hot."

Her amused laugh turned to a gasp as his hardening member made contact with the soft and damp flesh between her legs.

"You're hot too," she relented huskily, spreading her knees on either side of his hips and sliding over his cock. Bracing her hands on his chest, Brennan rotated her hips, smiling at the feel of him, nice and hard, beneath her. "And I am very hot for you."

"Jesus, I'm so fucking ready for you again." Grabbing her hips, he lowered her down on him, admiring the way she looked wearing nothing but that sinful corset. "Ride me, Bones."

"Oh yeah," she breathed, looking down at him, hands on his washboard stomach as she rocked above him. As she moved, he slowly started to unsnap the tiny silver hooks, but when he was about halfway through, she swatted his hands away.

"No," Brennan laced their fingers together to keep his hands still. "You're going to go straight for my breasts and I'm not going to last."

"Bones …" he protested, but she merely gave him a wicked smile.

"How long do you think I can do this before one of us shatters?"

"Why don't you find out," Booth challenged with a grin. "Whoever comes first has to make breakfast tomorrow morning."

"Deal," she agreed, competitive streak roaring to the surface.

Booth lost all track of time as she moved over him, fast and slow and fast and slow until he could practically see white pinpricks in front of his eyes.

"Jesus," Booth groaned, fingers digging into her hips, the only part of her he was allowed to touch.

"Let go," she whispered seductively, clenching her slippery walls around him and picking up her pace once more.

"You let go," he grunted, knowing by the way she couldn't quite bring herself to slow down again that he wasn't the only one teetering on the edge.

"Bones, oh yeah …" His voice was low and husky and it should have warned her that he was about to play dirty. "Ride my cock, baby. Ride me hard."

"You're cheating!" she gasped, nostrils flaring as her body tightened against her will, hips moving harder on him without her permission.

"C'mon, babe," he panted, blatantly disregarding her outrage. "I can feel you … so tight and hot around my dick, come for me, Temperance."

"Booth!"

"Now, Bones," he enticed, arching into her. "Come for me now and I'll flip you over and fuck you hard until you come again."

"Goddamn it!" Brennan cursed, sinking her teeth hard into his perfect shoulder and pulsing helplessly, delicious waves of pleasure washing over her.

"Oh, hell yeah," Booth breathed in relief, quickly flipping Brennan on her back and pounding hard and deep inside her. His fingers fumbled with the rest of those little hooks and he finally unsnapped them all, the damn thing finally falling open and giving him access to her luscious breasts.

Without wasting any time, he cropped his lips to one pert nipple, sucking hard. Her nails raked down his back and she couldn't swallow the moan. He palmed the other breast and thumbed the nipple roughly.

"Booth, let go," she rasped, locking her legs tighter around him and feeling the strain in every inch of him as he tried to hold back.

"No, baby—" He hitched her thighs a little higher, stroking deeper and hitting her g-spot. "Come for me again."

"Oh god, fuck me harder," she moaned and he let out a guttural groan, coming back to that spot again and again, at the same time sucking one nipple furiously. The combination broke her and he buried his face in her neck, muffling his own scream of relief against her skin.

Booth rolled off her, stretching out next to her on the floor, shoulder to shoulder; both looking up at the ceiling and attempting to even out their ridiculously labored breathing. After a while, he turned on his side and propped his head on his hand, looking at her. Brennan turned on her side as well, facing him, and he feathered his fingers over her cheek.

"Hey, you okay?" Booth asked softly, wondering if he'd been a little too rough. With her, control was a constant struggle and sometimes, sometimes, he just freaking lost it. "Did I hurt you?"

"Of course not," Brennan dismissed, throwing an arm around his waist and nuzzling her face against his chest. "Why are you always worrying about that? You never have and you never will, Booth."

"The way I want you," he sighed, dropping a kiss on her head. "It scares me sometimes and you're so much tinier than I am, Bones and so sometimes it worries me that maybe I …"

"Booth, the way you want me, no one has wanted me like that before," she said softly, fingertips gliding up and down his spine. "Although, of course, logically, I know that it's somewhat irrational, I … I feel addicted to it. I don't want you to change your mind."

"Change my mind?"

"I don't want how much you want me to change," she said, the clear agitation in her voice making him wrap his arm around her and hold her as close as possible.

"Aw, baby, c'mon, you know that's not going to change," he reassured, dropping soft kisses on her forehead. "That's been set in stone for quite a while now. I just worry sometimes about, you know, going a little crazy when I touch you. I can't help it."

"Well, you shouldn't worry about that," Brennan asserted, her sudden agitation melting under his kisses and earnest words. "What you should be worrying about is your cheating tendencies."

Booth felt her smile against his chest and relaxed, gasping in mock outrage. "I did not cheat," he said virtuously. "I complied with all your rules. It's not my fault you left something out."

"Cheater," she said defiantly and he growled playfully and attacked her ribs with his fingers. Immediately, Brennan squealed indignantly and dissolved into fits of laughter.

"Take it back," Booth demanded, adding feathery kisses to the hollow between neck and shoulder because he knew she was ultra sensitive there too. "You take it back, right now."

"Stop, stop, stop," she gasped, trying to get away from his tickling fingers, but he was merciless and finally she gave in. "I take it back, I take it back!"

Booth's fingers went from tickling to caressing as he stroked up and down the side of her body softly, face buried against the side of her neck, listening to her husky laughter subside. "Best sound ever," he exhaled happily.

"We have to get up off this floor, Booth," she pointed out, one hand automatically going to his back and stroking.

"I know," Booth agreed, but he didn't make a move to get up, instead snuggling her closer to him and letting out a satisfied sigh.

Eventually, Brennan got him to get up from the floor and into the bed, his arms closing securely around her as they slid beneath the sheets.

-x-

Sunlight filtered through the blinds, slowly stirring him awake and Booth pressed the warm body in his arms even closer to him.

"Mmm …" He rubbed his nose against the back of her neck in that sleepy daze right before full consciousness struck. But slowly, deliciously, it registered: the soft shape of her pressed flushed against him, the palm of his hand splayed on the silky skin of her stomach, the round, perfect curve of her ass nestled against his morning hard-on.

Yes. God, he had missed morning sex, he'd missed it a lot. Usually, they both had busy, hectic days and getting home and falling into an exhausted heap was not uncommon. So morning sex was almost always inevitable, whether they'd gone at each other the night before or not, it was just one of those things he'd become addicted to.

Oh and she was so beautiful in the morning, he mused, hand slowly trailing down to caress the top of her thighs. Warm and soft and … His fingers slipped between her legs and she moaned in her sleep as he caressed gently with his fingertips. Using one finger, he stroked inside and it was his turn to moan at the slick warmth he encountered.

His lips pressed wet kisses on the back of one shoulder as his finger moved in a slow rhythm inside her. It didn't take her long to wake up and she did so with a panting moan.

"Booth!"

"Morning, Bones," he whispered huskily, inserting a second finger. "You owe me breakfast."

Looking dazedly at the clock on her nightstand, she panted, "It's … oohh … almost lunchtime."

"Ah well, you owe me lunch then," Booth said casually, trailing his fingers out of her and running them up her stomach until he reached one breast. Brennan shivered as she felt the wetness that clung to his fingers sliding over her skin.

"Booth," she choked out, pressing back into the hard length of him nestled against her. He rolled her under him, swiping his tongue over her stomach and licking up her arousal. Brennan protested even as she arched into his mouth.

"No." Her hands pushed at his shoulders and she squirmed under him. "I want …" His eyes darkened and he grabbed her waist, quickly flipping her over.

"Is this what you want?" Booth whispered, settling his torso over her back, knees on either side of her hips as her ass pushed into him.

"Yes," she groaned, fisting the sheets and pressing her face against the pillow. "Booth, please …"

"Do you like it when I take you from behind, baby?" he murmured teasingly, holding her hips and driving slowly into her body. "I like it too. I like to see your gorgeous, perfect ass under my hands and …" She bucked violently into him and Booth lost his train of thought, automatically pushing forward to meet her.

"Jesus, Bones," he hissed, using his hands to move her in the hard, pounding rhythm she clearly wanted. She rewarded him by squeezing her slick inner walls and he nearly lost it. "Oh, god, so fucking tight!"

He wrapped an arm around her waist, the other hand going to her clit. She moaned wildly into the pillow and he slammed inside her over and over again, rubbing the stiff little bud in tight circles.

"Baby, let go," Booth pleaded, pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades. The soft touch unraveled her and she shuddered in relief, muffling her satisfied cries against the pillow. Instantly, he joined her, his cry of satisfaction muffed against the damp skin of her back.

Making sure to collapse next to her, instead of on top, Booth pressed his lips to her shoulder, too tired to do much else. With effort, she turned her head to look at him, giving him a dazed, satisfied smile.

"That was amazing," she said, voice still husky.

"You can say that again."

"That was amazing," Brennan repeated with a tiny smile and he chuckled, lifting a hand to run one fingertip up and down her spine.

"So …" Booth gave her a charming smile. "What's for lunch?"

"Re-heated pizza," she returned, similar smile in place.

"Fine, but if you think I'm forgetting that you owe me breakfast, you got another thing coming, bone lady," he said playfully with a soft smack to her ass.

Twenty minutes later, they were eating re-heated pizza in bed.

"Ouch," Brennan hissed when a little bit of hot marinara sauce landed on her chest. Before she could clean it up, Booth reached forward and scooped it up with his tongue.

"Is that better?" he asked, pressing his lips to the outside of his cold glass of water and then kissing the slight red mark on the upper slope of one breast.

"Yes," she sighed, his cool lips feeling heavenly on her skin. She closed her eyes when he moved down, tracing her areola with his tongue, before gently sucking the nipple into his mouth.

"Finish your food," she murmured, but her head fell back, letting him trail his lips up the column of her throat. Reaching her mouth, he slipped his tongue inside, kissing her hotly, before obediently going back to his food.

Brennan watched him with narrowed eyes as he innocently finished his lunch. She ate hers quickly and collected their plates, taking them back to the kitchen. When she returned to the bedroom he was sprawled in the middle of the bed, hands behind his head, and a hard-on already in place.

Too gorgeous, Brennan mentally muttered. He was too damn gorgeous for his own good.

Her eyes raked over him as she moved closer to the bed and she knew he knew exactly what he had done to her with his pizza-flavored kisses.

"Can I help you, Agent Booth?" she inquired, standing on the side of the bed and crossing her arms under her breasts, they pushed up enticingly and his eyes immediately tracked the movement.

"C'mere, Bones," he said, voice a little rough and she smiled in satisfaction.

"Why should I?"

"Because you're ready for more," he said knowingly, eyes lingering on her tight nipples. "Just like I am." Without taking his eyes off her, his hand went to his cock and he gave his erection one hard stroke.

Brennan gasped and launched herself at him, straddling his hips, she scattered hard kisses on his chest. Booth's arms encircled her on a breathless laugh and he rolled her under him, peppering kisses on every part of her he could reach.

She let out a moaning little laugh when his lips tickled her neck and he did it again just to hear that sound. Her nails trailed lightly down the sides of his body and her legs tangled with his as they continued to exchange warm, wet kisses.

"Mm, yeah, right there," he encouraged huskily when her teeth nibbled at a spot on his mandible that sent pleasure shooting through him. Taking advantage of his distraction, she rolled over him again, attacking him with enthusiasm.

Hands, lips, teeth, tongue, she used it all on him, unable to get enough of the soft, husky moans she was pulling from him.

"Oh god, baby," Booth gasped, hands rubbing up and down her back before burying them in her hair. "Can't get enough of you."

"Want you," Brennan panted, sinking into him. "I want you so much."

He hugged her close, his body instinctively moving her under him again. They rolled over, kissing madly and falling right off the bed. They landed hard, meeting the unyielding floor in a tangle of sheets.

"Bones!" Booth ran his hands over her, checking for injury since he'd landed on top. "Jesus, baby, are you okay?"

"I think so," Brennan wheezed, breath knocked out of her. She looked over at the concerned look on his face and smiled. "You think we need a bigger bed?"

"This is a king-sized bed," he pointed out, tenderly smoothing the hair out of her face. "We need to be more careful."

"If by more careful you mean less passionate and uninhibited, I veto," she said quickly, wrapping her arms around him and kissing the serious line of his lips. "Now, we were in the middle of something and I, for one, would like to finish it."

He smiled against her lips and picked her up, setting her carefully on the bed. Slowly he slipped inside her, kissing her softly.

"I'm not going to break, Booth," she whispered gently, legs locking around him.

"Okay," he chuckled against her smiling lips, picking up the pace until they were both racing headlong towards the edge.

Her breathy little pants into his mouth told him she was getting close and he rubbed his thumbs in slow circles over her dusky nipples, knowing how sensitive her gorgeous breasts were.

"Ohhh!" She moaned deeply, arching into his hands and using her own to dig into his shoulder blades. Brennan rocked her hips up to meet his strokes, head thrown back in abandon.

She looked so beautiful, the noises she was making so arousing, he buried his face against her white throat on the verge of coming undone.

"Bones … I can't …"

"Come with me," she murmured and he let go, his release triggering hers, both of them free-falling, pleasure lapping from the soles of their feet all the way up in one continuous rush.

"Holy shit," Booth gasped, turning on his back so she was resting on top of him. "We're going to kill each other before this day is up."

Brennan laughed, delighted with the results of her experiment. Last night, they hadn't really slept so much as dozed a little bit between bouts of lovemaking. Unsurprising, really, that they had woken up closer to lunchtime rather than breakfast. And now, the day seemed to be going pretty much the same way as the night.

"I think my hypothesis has been confirmed," she reflected, fingertips drumming pensively on his chest. "Maybe I should publish the results of this experiment."

"That better be a joke," he warned, too tired to do more than tug lightly on the strands twined around his fingers.

"Well, I wouldn't use our real names," Brennan added in the most serious tone she could manage. "It would, of course, be completely …"

"Forget it, Bones," he cut in quickly, fisting his hand in her hair and tugging a little harder. Booth was almost certain she was joking, but when it came to Temperance Brennan it was always better to err on the side of caution. "You are not putting our sex life down on paper. No way, no how."

"You didn't complain when I wrote that scene in my last book," she pointed out slyly, moving her head into his finger as he pulled slightly.

"That's different," Booth immediately defended. "Besides, I didn't want Angela to come over here and start flinging around inappropriate suggestions. It always leads to her guessing at our sex life."

"Her suggestions are not inappropriate," Brennan chastised with amusement. "She is most helpful with some of the character's interactions and she's stopped trying to guess."

"Right," he scoffed, bringing her head close until he could brush her lips with his. "I live in fear of what she gets out of you during your girl talks."

"Not much," she assured, outlining his lips with her tongue. "But what can I say when she asks me if the sex is still good? Should I lie?" Lowering her voice, she trailed her lips across his jaw and whispered in his ear, "Should I tell her you don't do it for me any longer? That it's just plain boring when we make love?"

"Bones …" he growled, that low, almost mocking tone she was using exciting him ridiculously.

"That I don't get wet for you anymore … That when I scream your name out I'm just faking it …" Bracing her hands on his chest, she looked down at him through half-lidded eyes, voice throaty and low. "Maybe, that when I open my legs and you slide right in and I can feel you deep inside, it means nothing at all, that it's not so illogically perfect, I almost can't believe it …"

Hands buried in her hair, he crushed his lips to her, stemming the flow of deliberately taunting words. Still kissing her, he flipped her under him, sliding in deep as her legs locked around him.

"Am I still doing it for you?" he asked quite rhetorically as she gasped and bucked under him. "You are dripping wet, so this can't be boring you."

"Booth …"

The low groan of his name made him grunt in satisfaction, hands clamping her thighs as he thundered inside her. "That definitely wasn't faked, was it, baby?" Brennan wanted to laugh at the way he had chosen to join the game, but all she could do was hold on, body arching into him as he placed hot kisses on her throat.

His breath, hot and labored, ghosted over her skin and as he spoke, it seemed like he was hitting deeper inside her with each softly delivered word.

"Oh yeah, Bones, so deep, so deep inside you and I never want to find my way out." The words washed over her, coiling the pressure tighter and tighter, leaving them both on the precipice, straining to hurtle right over the edge. "It's perfect … oh hell, so fucking perfect and god, you know, you know it means everything, every damn thing."

-x-

As the sun set on Sunday night, Brennan raced naked towards the bedroom, her laughing shrieks ending on a gasp as he tackled her onto the bed.

"Looks like we're right back where we started," he said huskily, peppering kisses on her neck, but too exhausted to really do much else. "And you, Dr. Brennan, are in a compromising position yet again."

"Oh god," she laughed, arms weakly going around him since she had used the little bit of energy she had left to get up from the kitchen floor and run to the bedroom. "I don't think we did this even when we first moved in here."

During the course of the day they'd gone at each other in almost every room in the house: bedroom, guest bedroom, kitchen, both bathrooms, office, living and dining room. The only room that escaped was Parker's because that would have been too weird. So in lieu of it, they opted for a re-use of the kitchen counter, but somehow they ended up having frantic sex on the kitchen floor, instead.

"Well, then we were way overdue," he replied, smile growing against her neck where he had buried his face and was simply breathing her in.

"If we catch a case tomorrow I'm going to cry," Brennan observed, cheek resting on top of his head, hand stroking lazily along the side of his body. "I don't think I'll be able to move."

"Mmm," Booth mumbled in response, tongue lapping sleepily at the skin under his lips. "Best experiment ever."

She raised the sheets over them and snuggled into his arms, eyes fluttering close as his tongue rasped gently over the pulse point on her neck. It was his favorite post sexual haze activity and it always made her sigh in contentment.

"I concur," Brennan agreed. "It's your turn next, you know," she reminded him, smiling wickedly. "But your experiment couldn't possibly be superior to mine."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm the scientist," she said smugly. "We are naturally trained to experiment, plus let's be honest; your Catholic upbringing will make it difficult for …"

"Let's leave my religion out of this," Booth grumbled, replacing his tongue with a slight nip of his teeth. "I don't need to be a scientist. The experiment is not actually about science," he pointed out with a smug smile of his own. "It's about sex. With you. And I'm going to kick your little scientist ass, baby."

"I doubt it."

"Game on, Bones."