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Summary: Valentine's Day B&B smut.

First Bones fic! Enjoy :) Any errors are mine, this was written really quickly this afternoon so it would be posted on the right day (!) and I don't have a beta. Feel free to point out any mistakes. Thanks! :)

Patience

She pressed her lips more desperately against his, her body pressed against the wall of their bedroom. She ran her fingers through his hair, holding him close to her. His fingers tugged on the zipper of her dress. She arched away from the wall, allowing him easier access and, at this new angle, the zipper slipped down effortlessly. With the tiniest pull the garment slid off and she stepped out of it, leaving the fabric pooled on the floor.

Her hands moved from his hair to the front of his white dress shirt, nimble fingers slipping each button from its hole with ease. She pushed the cotton from his shoulders and her hands were at his belt buckle before the shirt even hit the floor. He let her undo his pants, then kicked them off. As she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his boxers he stilled her wrists.

'Be patient, Bones.' She gave a quiet laugh. In the bedroom, at least, patience was not one of her virtues.

Nonetheless, she let him propel them both to the bed and she sank down beneath him, her hands still on his hips. He kissed her again, sucking at her lower lip - an action that always drew the tiniest of whimpers from her throat. Her hands explored the familiar terrain of his back as his lips moved from hers to her throat and then the hollow at its base. The teasing touch of his mouth on her flesh elicited soft moans from her lips and she had to fight not to cry out as he thumbed the hard bud of a nipple.

Moments later his mouth replaced his hand and she allowed a cry to escape her as his tongue glided over the sensitive flesh. As he tormented her with his mouth, his fingers moved over the lace of her panties. He slipped a hand inside and found her already wet and ready for him. She arched her hips towards him, a plea for him to touch her, and he pulled her panties down her thighs, exposing all of her to him.

He discarded the scrap of lace and moved to part her legs. She gave a tiny cry as he slipped two fingers inside of her, moving them in and out slowly but purposefully as he lowered his mouth back to her stomach. He left a trail of kisses down her abdomen, then circled his tongue around her clit.

The thrusts of his fingers became faster as his tongue teased her clit. After a few moments, her muscles tensed, quivering, and she cried out as she came, a rush of heat released from the knots that had been building up inside her. He withdrew his fingers and finally removed his boxers before settling between her thighs.

He bent to kiss her lips and as he pulled back, he met her eyes. Usually pale green, they were now darker, filled with desire and pleading for him. Resisting the urge to tease her some more, he pressed his lips to hers once more and then thrust into her. She moaned as he began to move, and tilted her hips up to meet him on every thrust.

With each movement the knots coiled tighter inside her, until she was sure she would burst, and then she shouted his name as the knots all came undone in a rush, the wave of her climax cresting and breaking over her. She tightened around him and he buried himself in her warmth as he, too, reached his peak.

Neither spoke for minutes after, and it was Brennan who spoke first.

'Happy Valentine's Day, Booth,' she breathed.