A/N: This is a brain child of Wolfy and myself. You'll never look at peaches the same way again.

Temperance opened the door to her fridge after a long day at the Jeffersonian. The case she and Booth had just finished with had been draining, and for once, she was looking forward to having a weekend free. She pulled a peach from the fridge, and after shutting the door, washed it off. As she was about to take a bite from the succulent fruit, her doorbell rang. With a sigh, she walked to the door and opened it, surprised to see her partner standing there. He smiled at her and held up her jacket. "You left it in the car," he said as he stepped into the apartment. She took it from him and threw it over the back of her couch.

"Do you want anything to drink?" She asked as she finally took a bite out of the peach. Booth watched as the juice slowly dripped down her chin, leaving a small trail down her neck. His attention remained on the trail, and his heart began to race at the thought of how a peach-covered Brennan would taste. His tongue darted out his mouth to wet his dry lips. Brennan closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure at the taste of the fresh, juicy fruit. Booth groaned in response. I can't take this anymore, he thought. Brennan was startled when she felt a slight pressure on her face. Opening her eyes she saw Booth standing before her. His thumb lightly wiped the juice from the corner of her mouth. The look in his eyes was intense and Brennan wondered what he was thinking behind those pools of melted chocolate.

She watched as he slowly brought his thumb to his mouth and sucked the juice from it. Her mouth went dry. As she was held in the grip of his gaze, she held the fruit out and choked on the word. "Peach?" Booth smiled at her before bringing his hand up and covering hers to hold the fruit still. Slowly he brought the peach to his mouth and bit into it. Brennan swallowed hard, her heart suddenly in her throat. Booth chewed slowly, never letting go of Brennan's hand or her eyes. As his tongue flicked out to capture the spare bit of juice that escaped from the fruit, Brennan stopped him. She reached up and swiped her own finger across his lips. As the soft pad of her finger was about to leave his lips, Booth caught it in his mouth, slowly sucking the juice from it. Again Brennan swallowed hard and felt her eyelashes flutter shut. Booth took a small step toward her, and touched the corner of her mouth with his. The sharp inhale from Brennan only encouraged him, and his tongue darted out. Her skin was still sticky sweet with peach juice.

She whimpered as his lips followed the trail of the juice, his tongue darting along to lick up the sticky nectar. Her only lifeline was the fruit that she still held in her hand. Brennan arched her head back as Booth reached her throat to give him better access in his torturous ministrations. Booth pulled back ever so slightly, and when Brennan felt his lips again they were at the base of her neck. His tongue darted out once again, and slowly, painfully slow, he trailed up her neck. When he got to her chin, he pulled away, and Brennan opened her eyes to look at him. Booth stood close, but still the only part of them that touched were their hands- wrapped around the soft, fuzzy fruit. Brennan squeezed the fruit a little as her hand shook, and watched as the juice ran down onto Booth's hand and forearm. With her free hand, she gently pulled his away from the fruit and brought it to her lips. She slowly licked the juice from his hand, kissing his calloused palm as she made a feather light trail of kisses onto the smoother skin of his arm. She paused over his tattoo and sucked gently. Seeley groaned and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations that coursed up his arm.

Never had a woman's kiss brought him to his knees, yet that was what was about to happen. Booth felt his legs grow weak, and he didn't know how much more he could take. Opening his eyes, he moved his arm out of her grip and caressed her face with it. He then reached out and took the peach from her grip. He brought it to her mouth, but instead of letting her take a bite, he slowly rubbed the fruit across her lips. Brennan looked at him curiously, but didn't say anything. Booth let the hand with the peach fall away and brought his free hand back. Slowly he brought his lips to her mouth. Pausing a millimeter from her lips, Booth's tongue darted out and traced over them. Brennan inhaled sharply. She fought the urge to capture his mouth with her own as he continued his own slow trace of hers. After what seemed to be a lifetime, she felt Booth take her bottom lip between his teeth and suck on it. She snaked one hand up around his neck to steady her weakened body.

Brennan felt a low rumble go through Booth's body as he slow sucking turned into a full kiss. Brennan allowed him to invade her mouth with his tongue. Heat filled her body and settled in the pit of her stomach. Her own tongue rubbed up against his, and she could still taste the juice lingering there. With his free arm, Booth encircled her waist and pulled her body up against his own. Booth couldn't get enough. The taste of the peach mixed with what had to be Brennan's own was intoxicating. And what was more amazing was that Brennan was responding. She tightened her arm around his neck. She clung to him like he was the only thing holding her up. We have to stop, we have to stop! Brennan's mind screamed at her as Seeley let go of the peach that she still cradled in her own hand and slid his hand into her hair, angling her head for better access.

For once, in a long while, Brennan pushed aside her logical thoughts and let emotion carry her. As Booth deepened the kiss, she moaned against his mouth. Behind closed eyelids, fireworks exploded, and Brennan found herself unwilling to pull away- to break the kiss. She felt Booth's body react, and it made her own tingle. Slowly, she was backed up until she was pressed between the wall and Booth's hard body. With a wicked grin, Temperance tugged at his shirt, pulling it off his body. He moved away from her slightly, reaching for her shirt, but she stopped him. She brought the peach to his chest and rubbed it over his muscles. He groaned as her lips met his flesh and she sucked the juice from his nipple. Booth's eyes drifted shut as Brennan's tongue flicked over the harden nub. How the hell can she do this to me? he thought. Brennan licked at the juice, placing a kiss on his chest, then his neck. The hand with the peach traveled up his body just ahead of her mouth. She ran her free hand around his body and dragged her nails across his back.

Booth felt his knees buckle under her ministrations. He slid to the floor with her, rolling until she was on her back. She looked into his eyes, which were darkening by the second. As he captured her lips once more, he slipped his hands under the hem of her shirt and moved it up her torso, stopping its upward climb just below her breasts. Brennan took in a sharp inhale. Her flesh was on fire. Her breasts ached and her most sensitive spot between her legs throbbed. She arched herself against his body, hoping that he would hurry to the rescue and give her the release that she desperately needed, but Booth had other plans. He wrestled the peach from her shaky grip, and then squeezed it ever so slightly, watching as small drops of the sweet nectar dripped onto her skin. He lowered himself and began to ever so gently flick his tongue over the juice before sucking it from her soft flesh. Brennan inhaled harshly, but found herself incapable of breathing back out. She squirmed under him, reaching for him, but he only held her hands still as he continued the sweet torture. Booth smiled up at her as he squeezed the peach again and the juice splattered on her stomach. His smile turned almost sinister as he dropped his head. Brennan clawed at his shoulders when his tongue circled her belly button and then dipped in. She squirmed as he placed kisses on her stomach, then up her rib cage. He used his free hand to push up her shirt. He stopped to look at her body, at her taut abs, her perfect breasts. Booth leaned down and kissed the top swell of one breast and then the other. His tongue slipped between the fabric of her bra and her skin.

Temperance whimpered. She felt pressure building in her system, but hadn't been able to release it. She felt as though she was going to explode. "Seeley." The name slipped from her lips on a shuddering breath. Booth looked at her, his eyes hooded from lust, a smile spreading over his features.

"Say it again," he murmured, his fingers making feather-light circles over her taut nipples through the satin of her bra.

"Seeley." Booth moved up and kissed her lips. It was slow, and deep, and Brennan thought she was going to orgasm right then. But Booth pulled back, leaving her floating in limbo. He kissed her chin, her neck, above her breasts. For a brief moment he studied the front clasped bra, before he slowly undid the hooks. He paused between each one and placed a kiss on the newly exposed flesh. When he was done, he pushed the bra away from her breasts, careful not to touch. He licked his lips and then dropped a kiss to her chest around her breasts. Each kiss moved closer to her nipples, but never did he touch them. He hovered over one nipple and looked up at her. When he had caught her attention he spoke.

"Say it again," he command, in a ragged whisper. Brennan let out a breath before she answered.

"Seeley." The sound of his name falling from her lips, dripping with desire and passion made his heart skip. Finally he caught the hard nipple in his mouth. She cried out, her body beginning to shudder as she arched towards Seeley. In that moment, all brain function seemed to stop as sensations washed over and through her. Booth's name again fell from her lips. His tongue circled around the nipple before he lifted his mouth and moved to her other one. His free hand traveled down her body, and came to a rest between her legs. He heard her moan when he began to rub her through her pants. He had to fight for control of his own body, his erection pushing against the restraint of his own clothing. He finally let go of the nipple and placed a kiss between her breasts, down her ribs, and onto her stomach. He stopped at her waistband and, with slightly shaking hands he undid the button. Booth rocked back on his haunches and tugged gently at her pants. Brennan lifted her hips and allowed Booth to strip of her pants and panties. His eyes traveled over her, and he couldn't resist placing a trail of kisses from her belly button to the top of her bikini line. He ran his hands along her thighs and Brennan whimpered.

She looked at him and he could see her unspoken plea, but still he didn't give in. He just smiled at her, and when she reached for the buckle of his belt, he let her undo it. Finally it was his turn to shiver as her hands brushed across his stomach as she fumbled with the belt, and then the button of his pants. His eyes closed and his lungs filled rapidly with air when she touched him through the thin material of his slacks. It was her name on his lips. Booth groaned and let out a breath.

"Temperance." It sounded like a caress. Tempe pulled down his slacks and brushed her fingers across his thighs and erection.

"What was that?" She murmured. Booth let out a shuddering breath and reached for her, but she moved away from his grasp.

"Temperance." She reached for the fruit, which now sat, abandoned on the floor. She let a few drops of juice drop onto the skin just below his belly button.

"All is fair," she said, dipping her head and licking the sweetness of his skin. Booth swallowed, forcing back the growing emotion in his throat. She smiled up at him, and again he reached for her. She let him pull her to his body and kiss her.

"Temperance," he whispered against her lips, sending a shiver down her spine. Keeping her tightly against him, he laid her back down on the floor. "Temperance," he said again around a kiss. He could feel Brennan's body tense in his embrace. Tense with passion. Booth knew that she was close- had been for a while.

"Please." It was only one word, but in it Booth heard all the words she wanted to say. He heard her begging for release, heard her asking for it to be him that gave it to her. Kissing her deeply, he reached out for his pants, and removed his wallet.

One arm held her close, while he fumbled with getting a condom out. Finally, he pulled back from her, and used his teeth to rip the package up, before he captured her mouth again. He let go of her and pulled the condom from its package and then rolled it onto himself, never breaking the kiss. Booth kissed the side of her mouth, her jaw, and her ear.

"Say it," he whispered. Brennan arched herself against him. His permission rolled off her lips in an emotional murmur.

"Seeley." He settled between her thighs and after a moment's hesitation, slid inside her. Both gasped at the sensation, unable to move from the sheer pleasure. Slowly, as Booth thrust, he reached between them for her sensitive nub.

Booth kept the thrusts slow, even when she tried to quicken the pace. Brennan threw her head back and bit her bottom lip between her teeth. Booth's motion was steady, his thrusts and his gentle rubbing. She felt her heart race behind her ribs, and her body felt like it was about to explode. Booth could feel her begin to tighten around him, and he knew she was close. He could feel his own body getting close to a release. He stopped rubbing her and brought the hand up and placed it behind her neck, using it to lift her head up slightly so that he could kiss her. His thrusts became faster, and when she tried to pull away, he held on. Her nails dug into the bare flesh of his back. Finally she ripped her mouth from his. "Seeley," she called out, throwing her head back. Booth felt her tighten and then quiver around him as he continued to thrust faster now; her name came out in symbols with each thrust leading to his own release.

"Tem. Pe. Rance." His body went ridged and his eyes closed in pleasure.

Panting, they lay in each other's arms, unable to move, for fear it would break some sort of spell. After what felt like an eternity of heaven Booth opened his eyes and looked into Tempe's blue orbs. Never in his life did he think that he could feel the way she had just made him feel. He leaned down and kissed her gently, his eyes filled with satisfaction and all the emotions he felt for the beautiful forensic anthropologist.

"That was..." He couldn't find the words. Temperance looked up at him and smiled.

"Seeley?"

"Yeah?"

"I was thinking of having strawberries tomorrow," she told him with a smile.