Spoilers/Timeline: None/Set in future; B&B are in an established relationship.

A/N: Thanks to Alanna1231 for valuable feedback and basically telling me to "stop freaking out already and post it".

Disclaimer: Bones is still not mine. *Sad* Title from Dierks Bentley's Feel That Fire

She glanced at the clock and rolled over, legs kicking out from beneath the sheets. She should get up and put the coffee on, start the chapter she'd promised her editor four months ago, but here she laid, listening as his soft snores filled the room. She smiled. It had been three hundred sixty-eight days, five hours, and twelve minutes and still... She shuddered, taking in the rise and fall of his muscular chest, his face smoothed in sleep.

"Bones?" His mouth quirked in a half smile, eyes still firmly shut.

"Hmm?"

"Why are you watching me sleep?"

"I wasn't watching you sleep, I–"

"Former sniper, Bones. I know when someone's watching me." He rolled to his side, eyes locking with hers.

"Momentary lapse in judgment I suppose."

"Mmm. What time is it anyway?" His hand reached out brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"Five thirty."

"I should still be sleeping."

"But do you want to be?" She pressed a kiss to his cheek, hands sliding under the waistband of his boxers.

He chuckled, surprised at how hard he already was. She was the only woman who could make him go from zero to sixty in under a minute. "God, no."

"Good." She slid his boxers off and pressed herself to him, suddenly very glad she decided to forgo pajamas the night before.

Their mouths met, melding together, as his hands mapped her every curve. She leaned into his touch, each caress sending a jolt of heat to her core.

"So beautiful." He fluttered kisses across her jaw, hands teasing her nipples until they were painfully tight.

"Booth…" His mouth replaced his hands, nipping, sucking. She wasn't sure how long she could take it.

Desperate to gain some control, she threw her legs over his so that she was straddling him. His eyes registered surprise for the briefest moment before they began to cloud with desire once again and he pulled her forward, his mouth claiming hers. Their tongues met, dancing, caressing, as he ground his arousal against her.

"Bones," His hands ran down her sides, settling on her hips, "killing me."

"Mmm." It was all she could manage as she lowered herself onto him, his length filling – completing – her. She shivered. This would never be old - boring - with him.

She began to rock back and forth, setting an easy pace, his hands on her hips continually pulling her back to him.

"Booth," She let her head fall back, eyes half shut as they moved together. "know….what….three days ago…was?" He nodded, unable to answer as she changed their rhythm. "Why didn't…" She gasped as he thrust up to meet her. "say anything?"

"I-" He rolled them over, continuing her pace. "wasn't sure you wanted to-" He threaded his fingers through hers and began to move faster, tension building. "ya know, mark the occasion."

"Oh God, Booth." Her hips rose to meet his and she saw the apprehension in his eyes. "With you – always." She wrapped her legs around his back, driving him deeper. She felt herself starting to slip away and whispered 'always' one more time as he pumped into her and her world splintered apart.

He managed two more erratic thrusts before he joined her, screaming her name as he came.

He collapsed next to her, left and right hands still entwined. "Love you." He kissed their joined hands working his way up her arm until his lips captured hers. "I love you."

He always said it. She'd accepted it, knew it, felt it, but here in the low light of the morning it hit her with such a force…

She blinked back the tears threatening to fall and kissed him softly. "Love you, too." She nestled against him and closed her eyes.