Disclaimer: Do not own Bones.

A/n: This series is a Bday present to pal Dispatch who loves some BB rainy goodness. Her BB/rainy stories are the best, so I can only hope these are even a fraction as enjoyable. Hope you like 'em! :)

Rainstorm

Booth couldn't pinpoint exactly when he'd fallen in love with her, but he knew the first time he kissed her, she had just taken some part of him he'd never be able to get back. After that one kiss, he'd known forever would he think of nothing but this woman on dark, rainy nights.

"You're quiet," she said, coming to stand beside him as he looked at the rainstorm through the long glass doors off their kitchen.

Booth smiled a little. "I was thinking of the first time we kissed."

"Really?" Brennan raised a brow. "Why?"

He nodded to the rain-soaked patio visible through the doors. "The rain."

"Mmm." She leaned against him and Booth wrapped an arm around her, tucking her into his side. "You tasted like the rain." Her lips curved and she pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder. "You tasted wonderful."

Turning his head to look at her, he buried a hand in her hair, holding her in place as his mouth descended on hers. Her lips parted and his tongue swept inside, thoroughly tasting her. "You always taste like candy and rainstorm," Booth murmured against her lips. "It's my favorite flavor."

Brennan groaned as he kissed her again and shifted her so that she was pressed against the cool glass. His hands slid under her short robe, caressing the back of her thighs and cupping her bottom. Her thighs parted around him and he pressed tightly against her, using his hold on her bottom to lift her against the door.

Just outside, the rain pounded at the glass door and inside, Booth rocked his wife against it, his mouth ravenous on hers. She fisted both hands in his hair and his fingers flexed on her flesh. Booth's head lifted for a moment, both their lips red and kiss swollen. His gaze met hers, all sizzle and spark.

"You and the rain," he whispered huskily. "Always gets to me."

"Does it?" she moaned. Brennan's head thudded back as his lips left open-mouthed kisses on her neck. "Tell me."

His mind whirled, heated memories rushing forward.

"Our wedding night …"