Disclaimer: Don't own Bones

A/n: Filling in the hiatus with one smutty one-shot at a time. I'm guessing it's dead around here 'cause of the holidays, but for the few people out there, enjoy!

The Deep End


"Bones, where are you taking me?"

It was nearly one in the morning and Booth figured it wasn't very polite to sneak around Hodgins' ridiculous mansion in the middle of the night. But she woke him up, grabbed his hand, and led him out of their guest bedroom without saying a word.

"Just trust me, Booth."

"I do. But this is kinda weird, you know," he looked around as she opened a door that led outside. "It's late. We should be in bed."

"I want to say thank you."

"For what?"

"I know you didn't want to come," Brennan admitted. "I know you only did it for me."

Booth sighed. It was true. They been invited to Hodgins and Angela's Fourth of July extravaganza and as much as Booth liked them, he'd had his own plans for how he wanted to spend the holiday—their first one together—with Brennan. For a lot of years, he had imagined taking her somewhere romantic where they could watch the fireworks. Just the two of them. Alone. Together.

But Angela had played the best friend card and Brennan felt guilty about them being the only ones from the team not attending the party. Hodgins had pulled out all the stops, complete with fireworks display and guest rooms for everyone. It was very nice, Booth had to concede, but instead of watching the fireworks with a soft, drowsy Brennan in his arms, he'd had to contend with a drunken Sweets singing Lime in da Coconut at the top of his lungs.

By the time he found his partner in the crowd of people, there was nothing but smoke in the air and he was seriously cranky.

"You know I like the squint squad, but I just … I didn't want to spend today with a bunch of people, I just wanted to spend it with you," he tried to explain. "We didn't even get to watch the fireworks together."

"I know. I'm sorry."

Booth squeezed her hand. "There's always next year, right?" And every year after that. The thought made him smile and look around cheerfully. "Seriously, Bones, where are we going?"

"We're almost there."

"We've been walking around for an hour," he pointed out.

Brennan rolled her eyes. "You know how I feel about hyperbole."

He grinned and paid closer attention to his surroundings. They were walking through a garden and Booth had to admit it was a beautiful night to be outside. There was a balmy breeze and the flagrant smell of roses. "Are we going to be able to find our way back to the house?"

"Of course. Angela gave me very clear instructions."

"Angela?" Suddenly, he was slightly anxious.

"Relax, Booth." Brennan gave a tiny smirk. "I merely explained I wanted to do something nice for you and she suggested we come here."

Here was a lush, gorgeous pool surrounded by glossy-looking flowers and vegetation. The entire thing was encased in a glass dome. Brennan pushed open the door and turned to Booth with eyes that gleamed the same blue-green as the water in the pool. "We didn't spend very much time alone together today, did we?"

"No, we didn't," Booth murmured, looking appreciatively around their private paradise. "This is gorgeous, Bones."

Brennan smiled, pleased with herself. She stepped out of her sandals and walked to the edge of the pool, dipping in a toe. "It's warm." And the crystal clear surface looked deliciously inviting.

Walking to one of the numerous wooden chaises, she crossed her arms on the edge of her nightgown, drawing up the cotton and discarding it atop the chair.

Booth's eyes went wide at the sight of her swimsuit. "Um, Bones, I don't have a bathing suit."

"Just wear your boxers." With a soft chuckle, Brennan reached for him, pulling up the faded t-shirt he'd worn to bed. Obediently, Booth raised his arms, allowing her to divest him of the shirt. It joined her nightgown on the chair. "Let's go."

He followed her happily, wading into the water until they were about waist deep. Releasing her hand, he placed his hands at her waist, turning her until they were standing face to face. With a sigh, Booth leaned forward, brushing a whisper-soft kiss against her lips.

Leaning back, it occurred to him that despite the number of times he'd been at her pool, he'd never been able to touch her like this. He recalled her swimsuit of choice had always been a black one-piece and now, here she was before him in a pretty little two-piece. It wasn't particularly revealing, but Booth could swear it was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. The emerald green color gave her skin a pearly shine and he found himself spanning his hands over the still slight bump of her tummy.

"Booth?"

Her voice had his gaze rising to meet her slightly confused one. "Bones," he breathed, drawing her close until she was pressed flush against him. His arms went around her, palms resting on the soft, bare skin of her back. "You're so damn beautiful."

His hands swept down, cupping her bottom. When her legs wound around his waist, Booth walked deeper into the water with her. He peppered kisses over her chin and throat and neck. Brennan simply closed her arms around his neck, placing herself entirely in his hands.

"Let's go over there," she nodded to the tiny waterfall, trickling at the opposite end of the pool.

Still kissing her, Booth walked them both directly under the stream. Brennan let out an undignified yelp. "Booth!"

"What?" he laughed, releasing his hold on her bottom to smooth back the hair plastered to her face. "You said to come here."

"I didn't mean right under it!" she said, giving his arm a playful smack.

"Maybe you should have clarified," he replied innocently.

Her eyes narrowed and she drove the heel of her hand into the water, splashing his smiling face. "How's that for clear?" she taunted.

"Oh, it's on."

Releasing her, Booth waded back and retaliated. This was a game they had played before and he knew she would have no mercy. Stream after stream of water came at him. She was clever and took protection behind the waterfall. He had a longer wingspan and could send bigger waves of water her way, but she was tireless. Booth had never been able to figure out how he always ended up getting tired before her.

In the past, he'd always admitted defeat and floated lazily on his back, instead of doing what he really wanted to, which was to grab her and kiss her senseless.

"You win," he admitted, but this time, he swam forward. In a few strokes, he was cutting through the waterfall and pressing his hands to the wall, effectively caging her between his arms. "Now kiss me."

"What?" Her brows raised in mock surprise. "If I won, why should you get rewarded?"

He let out a little sound of demand. "Just kiss me, woman."

Brennan's lips curved in a tiny half smile and her head leaned forward, tauntingly close, but not quite touching. "Why don't you kiss me?" she countered.

Heck yes.

He captured her lips in an open-mouthed kiss. They were already slightly out of breath from the game and after he pulled back, they were panting. Booth took a deep breath and kissed her again. And again. He sucked on her lower lip and then dropped kisses along her jaw to her neck and back again.

He kissed her until his mouth and hers were practically raw. Brennan pressed her forehead against his shoulder, trying to catch her breath. She was practically boneless against him and Booth snuggled her against him. He picked her up easily and moved from behind the waterfall to the shallower end.

Booth sat in the long, curved step leading into the water and she settled between his legs, back to his chest. He leaned back against the pool wall and his arms closed around her waist under the warm water.

The stars shone brilliantly through the clear white dome. Looking up at them, Booth sighed in contentment. Every single time he'd taken his son swimming and she'd joined them, he had wanted the day to end precisely like this. It wasn't all that long ago that it seemed like it was never going to happen and his stomach practically hurt thinking of never holding her like this.

He brushed her wet hair to the side and pressed his lips to the back of her neck. Hooking a finger on the knot of her swimsuit, he tugged until the thin straps fell away, baring the slim line of her nape. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you like this," he murmured against her skin. "How I've wanted to kiss you and hold you and just …" His arms tightened around her. "Years, Bones. Just needing you so much, it practically hurt."

Brennan shuddered at the soft, raspy words. She let her head drop back against his shoulder and he buried his face against the curve of her neck. Reaching up, she curved a hand around the back of his neck, holding him against her. "I promise you, it wasn't just you," she confessed quietly. "I wish I hadn't been so afraid, I wish—"

"No. Don't." He stroked a soothing hand over her stomach and kissed softly along her shoulder. "We're here now, right?" By undoing the knot of her top, the material fell uselessly against her stomach. Cool hands skimmed over the water line to cup her bared breasts gently. "I'm holding you now, Bones and just so you know, I'm not planning on letting you go."

"Okay," she agreed softly, the hand at his nape, running up to wind into his hair.

The soft capitulation made his heart pound. He nipped at her slick skin and thumbed her nipples to hard little points. Booth lowered a hand to skim the edge of her satiny bikini bottom and she squirmed, making ripples in the water. Her thighs parted and he accepted the invitation by cupping his palm over her. His entire hand rotated against her mound with only the thin barrier of the swimsuit between them.

"Booth," she gasped, hips rocking up to his hand. "Touch me."

He didn't waste any time, drawing down the small scrap of fabric. "Turn around," he requested, groaning when she turned and straddled his lap. She still had the top tangled around her and he yanked on the knot at her back and freed her completely from the swimsuit. Her taut nipples were level with his mouth and his tongue rasped over one, while his fingers played with the other.

Brennan moaned and ground against his erection, but the action had her knees dragging against the rough pool step. His mouth on her breast felt fantastic and she didn't want him to stop, except her knees felt on fire. "Booth," she gasped. "Move deeper into the pool. I keep scraping my knees."

He blinked, his brain a little too scrambled to immediately comprehend what she was saying. Once her words penetrated the buzzing in his head, he moved from the step, deeper into the water. "Aw, babe, I'm sorry."

"It's fine. This works out better, anyway," she murmured since once he was standing up, she was able to pull down his boxers and fist him under the water. "How does that feel?"

"So fucking good," he groaned, palming her bottom and using the buoyancy of the water to bring her up easily. "Wrap your legs around me, baby."

The moment she did, he lined himself up at her core, entering her tight, soft passage. Brennan's hands clenched on his shoulders as he filled her up slowly. With a low moan, Booth planted his feet and widened his stance, fingers flexing against the soft curves of her ass.

She kept one hand on his shoulder and moved the other one to curl around his nape. Slowly, and helped along by the water, Brennan moved against him. Their mouths were very close together and she smiled at the way his tongue kept flicking out and tracing her bottom lip. It was difficult to get any type of friction going and he couldn't really stroke into her, but she liked the way he was buried so deep inside her, thick and hard.

His hands held her securely as she writhed luxuriously against him. Water sloshed gently around them and her breasts rubbed against his wet chest. Feeling playful, she nipped his earlobe and whispered huskily, "I love having you inside me." He inhaled deeply, muscles tensing beneath her hands. "I can feel you, so warm and hard and deep."

"Bones." He held her impossibly tighter and throbbed inside her. "Jesus. Please."

Booth wasn't sure what he was begging for, but his breath caught in the back of his throat when her small hand stroked down his chest, and past his stomach. Around his neck, her fingers tightened and when her lips parted in a soft sound, he knew she was touching her pink little clit.

He clutched her bottom, pressing against her, but he was afraid to lose his balance and send them both crashing to the water. And no way was he gonna let that happen because Booth could see she was getting close, working herself over with his cock and her hand.

"Booth," she gasped, eyes wide and glittery.

"Yeah, baby," he breathed heavily. "Let go. Let me feel you coming." She cried out softly, head dropping back as if her neck couldn't hold it. When she rippled all around him, squeezing him deliciously, he was helpless not to rock up to his toes. "Oh, god! Bones …yeah," he jerked against her and exploded.

"We're gonna sink," Booth panted.

Brennan gave a breathless chuckle and unwrapped herself from around him. Lazily, she floated to one side of the pool, resting against the wall. Booth joined her, propping his arms and chin on the brick edge.

He turned his head to the side to meet her gaze and gave her a lazy, satisfied smile. Brennan shifted closer, admiring the way water dripped lovingly over the musculature of his back and shoulders. So pretty.

The thought nearly made her blush and she distracted herself by running a hand up and down his body, between his shoulder blades. The caress made his eyes flutter drowsily, cheek resting against the rim of the pool. Eyes closed, Booth reached out and curved an arm around her waist. She settled against him, enjoying the way he held her close.

The things he made her feel had scared her once, like diving into the deep end of the pool without knowing how to swim. But now, she was learning to jump in and trusting him to catch her. Trusting that she'd be there to catch him too.