Author's note: This amused me to write, and I hope you enjoy reading it. I'd love a review if you have a moment, and if you have any constructive criticism, it would be most helpful for when I work on my next fic. Thanks.
Booth pulled up to Dr Brennan's apartment building and cut the engine of his Tahoe. Before he could consider going around to open his partner's door for her, she was opening the ground floor door and insisting that their food was getting cold.
He caught up to her in the stairwell. As she went to open the door for her floor, he tugged on her wrist and she turned to face him. "Booth, what are you doing?" she asked with a smile.
"Kissing you," he replied, pulling her closer to do just that. Brennan's hands went to his shoulders, his hair as he kissed her deeply, their bag of take-out sitting forgotten on the ground.
Their lips separated for a moment and she pulled back, cheeks flushed. "We should take this inside," she said.
"Yep," Booth agreed, kissing her again. He reached down and put his hands on the back of her thighs. Brennan got the message and jumped up, wrapping her legs around him. The fact that they were in a stairwell didn't seem to matter as he leaned her up against a concrete wall.
But the shock of the cold wall against her back reminded Brennan where they were. "Inside," she repeated, giving him another kiss and then wriggling a little so he'd let her down. She grabbed the bag of take-out and he followed her through the door to her floor, then unlocked her apartment door so they could go in.
As soon as the food was on the bench, Booth grabbed her again. His hair was mussed from her hands running through it and his eyes were wild from his desire for her. "We can reheat it later," he said, and their arms went around each other.
The pair somehow made it to Brennan's bedroom, falling together onto her bed. Brennan peeled off Booth's t-shirt and started to work on his jeans. Meanwhile, he was trying to pull off her shirt, frustrated at all the small buttons. The rip and then clatter of buttons on the ground as he tugged came as a surprise to both of them.
"I'll buy you a new one," he said, removing it. He quickly pulled off their pants, tossing them aside, along with his boxers.
With a cheeky grin, Brennan removed her bra then her panties, throwing them aimlessly away from the bed. Suddenly naked together, Booth pounced, his body pressing hers into the bed as he kissed her.
"I'd give anything to spend a week in bed with you," he said quietly, watching her blush. "No cases, no squints, and no books. Just us."
"You couldn't go a week without food," she replied seriously, then grinned. "I know what you mean." The difference in her was obvious. Since they'd started dating a few months before, she'd picked up pop culture references and was even starting to understand jokes, sarcasm and exaggeration.
Brennan pushed on his shoulders and he obligingly rolled over so she was on top. Booth reached up to lightly tug on her nipples while she lined up his hard cock and slowly sank down on it.
"That's the sexiest think I've ever seen," he said, mesmerised by their connection.
"I think I can top that," she replied, and started moving up and down. The friction was fantastic, and Booth helped her along with his hands on her hips.
The apartment phone rang and Booth quickly rolled over so he was on top. He took over, keeping a steady rhythm to his thrusts. "Don't answer that," he said, glancing at the phone on her bedside table.
"It could be work," she replied, reaching over. But he wouldn't let her. He just held her hips tighter and thrust harder, using a thumb to rub her clit. He was picking up her cues like she'd started picking up colloquialisms. After a moment, she came, crying out as her walls fluttering around him.
Booth continued thrusting, despite the wonderful sensations. "Let's go for two," he said, and she agreed with a sultry "oh, yes, Booth."
Her second orgasm came moments later, and he joined her. Booth called "Bones, yes!" as he came inside her. Exhausted, he carefully moved to lie beside her.
Meanwhile, Brennan was like a mass of goo, her limbs limp. She was sure her heart was going a million miles an hour, which was obviously hyperbole however it was pumping so loud in her ears that she didn't care.
Booth spooned against her side. He put an arm around her and closed his eyes. "Let's sleep now and eat later," he suggested, and in agreement she also closed her eyes. The pair fell asleep soon after.
**
Some months later, during the case of the mother and child in the bay, Brennan was in the autopsy room consulting with Cam. She was asking if Cam considered having children, making her boss a little suspicious. Booth popped into the room, clearly looking for Brennan.
"Are you pregnant?" Cam asked Brennan, a bit confused.
She looked over at Booth, then back to Cam. "No, I'm not."
"Why are you looking at me?" Booth asked. "Any updates on the case, Bones?" Brennan went with him to discuss Cam's breakthrough in the case.
Sure, Cam had noticed a few hickeys on Brennan's neck now and then, and the occasional secret smile, but Angela was the only one really holding out for the partners to get together. Not that she was jealous; she had no claim on Booth anymore. She just thought it was odd how they were always together, and Brennan didn't say anything about a new boyfriend. And she's usually quite often volunteering that information. Cam filed the conversation away to share with Angela later if she was feeling generous.
**
Angela sat in her office late that evening, working on the child's facial reconstruction. She figured everyone, even Brennan, had gone home. A bit of movement from the corner of her eye proved her wrong, and she peeked out her window at Brennan and Booth, walking down from the platform hand-in-hand. Brennan gave him a happy smile as they walked past. Apparently she was even indulging his alpha male tendencies, as Booth was carrying a large box with a folder on top.
It struck Angela how relaxed Brennan had been recently. Leaving work on time, praising Zack often for good work, it was different. Not bad, just different. She filed their hand-holding away to interrogate her friend about at another time.
**
"I'll finish this up," Brennan said, standing on the platform with her lab coat on but not buttoned. She was putting the bones from their latest case into two separate containers so they could be returned to the victims' families.
"I need you to sign off on the report," Booth said. "I'll wait in your office."
The squints also left the platform, going up to the lounge for coffee and a chat before they left for the day. They settled on the sofas with their drinks.
"Something's going on between those two," Angela said, and the others knew she was talking about Booth and Brennan. "She's just so… happy."
"And pregnant," Zack added, taking a sip of his coffee.
Cam almost dropped her mug. "Come again?"
"Pregnant," Zack declared again. "I'd estimate at least four months. Her hip bones are shifting, to be ready when she gives birth."
"She probably can't button the lab coat," Angela chimed in, "if she's gaining weight too."
Cam glanced at Brennan, now noticing her slightly rounded belly. How long had she intended on keeping it a secret? And she'd just said, in front of Booth, that she wasn't pregnant. "Do you think it's Booth's baby?"
"Definitely. She's a bit slow on the uptake sometimes, but not stupid," said Angela.
Hodgins had been strangely quiet during their conversation. "Think she's told him?"
"That she's pregnant or that she loves him?" Angela asked in reply.
The silence was almost tangible. Clearly none of the squints thought that Brennan had told Booth, despite the pregnancy becoming obvious even to their eyes.
"She'll tell him when she's ready," Zack finally piped up.
Hodgins looked amused, Cam rolled her eyes and Angela said, "I better talk to her."
**
"Sweetie," Angela began, standing in Brennan's office doorway, "can we talk for a minute?"
"We are talking," she replied.
Angela entered and closed the door behind her, making her way over to Brennan's desk. "We've been friends for a while now, and you know you can come to me for advice, right? Or with any secrets?"
"Of course."
"So, is there anything on your mind right now?"
Brennan shifted in her chair, looking thoughtful for a moment. "I don't think so."
"Are you sure? Nothing big you want to share with your best friend? No exciting news?"
"No," she replied, starting to look confused. Brennan straightened her empire-waisted top then returned her gaze to her friend.
"Hmmm. So Zack's wrong, and you're not pregnant."
She was taken aback. "How did Zack find out?"
"So he's right?"
Silence.
"C'mon, Bren, I'm your best friend!" Angela exclaimed. "And you're having some guy's baby, probably Booth's, and you can't even tell me?"
"It's Booth's," she admitted quietly. "Does he know you know?"
"No."
"Don't tell him our secret's out, okay? I'll tell him."
Angela held in her squeal of happiness and instead went around the desk to hug her friend. "How long until you make me 'Auntie Angela'?"
"Five months," Brennan estimated, a smile forming on her face. "It's a girl."
"A girl!" this time Angela did squeal. "I'm so happy for you guys. Congratulations."
"Thanks," she replied.
"Is this a bad time?" Booth asked, entering the office. Angela took one look at him and rushed out, obviously eager to tell the other squints. "What was that about?"
"Never mind," Brennan said, getting up from her desk. "Let's get out of here."
And, as she'd been doing for a few months now, Brennan left work on time.
The end.
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