Wedding Cake 2

It had been placed on the counter of the shiny clean kitchen of their home to thaw for their first wedding anniversary.

Mrs. Booth thought it was a ridiculous notion, but sentimental traditionalist, Mr. Booth, deemed it necessary along with showering her with all kinds of other romantic gestures throughout the day while their little girl was with Jack and Angela for a sleepover play date with their son, Michael.

Their first wedding anniversary.

Just two short years ago, neither of them thought they would ever make it this far.

Booth was with Hannah, and he was sure that she was the easiest option for him. She was easy to love, easy to live with, and she wanted him. Best of all she was easy to understand. He didn't have to figure her out.

And Brennan.

Well, Brennan was exactly as she always imagined she would be, alone.

Even when they'd burned the dates on the pieces of paper after the huge breakup, they never would have thought they would end up like this. Together, sure. That's what they had both finally admitted that night, that they wanted the same thing at the same time for the first time.

They never imagined they would be married.

Well, Booth had always imagined he would get married, but he'd let go of that vision the night that Hannah turned him down. He'd only gotten it back, resulting from his Catholic morals after discovering that he was once again fathering a child out of wedlock. This bothered him, but he was willing to forego marriage for Bones. He was going to ask, and if she said no, then that was that and they'd pick up as they were. She'd surprised him by asking him in a non-direct way before he even had a chance to.

They never imagined they would actually have a ten month old daughter, together.

After their fleeting decisions to have and not have a baby together by artificial insemination, neither of them had brought the subject up again.

They had both thought about it and fantasized about what it would be like, but they were both afraid to bring it back up because they thought the other had completely changed their mind and they both secretly hoped that it would happen the right way.

Two years ago, they would have balked at the idea.

As fate, which didn't seem so ludicrous anymore, would have it, it did happen the right way.

A night of grief, comfort, and love brought them together in the most intimate way, emotionally and physically. News of the conception of their child sealed the deal for them. It brought them together and cemented everything between them.

Seven months into the pregnancy they got married so that when the baby arrived, the parents would be bound together in the eyes of the law—and in Booth's case, God. It also helped establish Booth's parental rights more solidly than when Rebecca had Parker.

Booth had made sure to pull out all the stops for them this night of their first anniversary.

Over the last sixteen months of living together, Brennan had discovered that Booth was an excellent cook. He cooked most of the meals they ate in, and this night was no different. He made her favorite dish, chicken seitan parmesan (and real chicken for himself, thank you very much) with roasted red potatoes and steamed broccoli.

He had set the table with a white tablecloth and tall romantic candles, which his wife did admit was very nice.

The cake had finally thawed completely after their romantic dinner for two in their formal dining room.

Brennan stood to get it, but was stopped, before she could take a step.

"I'll get it," Booth rose and quickly walked into the kitchen, bringing back two small ceramic plates, a couple of their best silver forks and the plate with the top tier from their wedding cake into the dining room. He placed the cake in front of Brennan and set down the plates next to it.

"Want to cut it together?"

"Sure," she said softly.

She stood up next to him with her back into his chest, with the knife in her hand and his hand over hers as they sliced the cake and put a piece on each of their plates.

Booth picked his plate up and turned to walk around to his seat at the table.

"Wait," she smiled at him as she put a small piece on her fork and held it out to him.

He grinned and accepted the bite and then offered her a piece.

She looked at him with narrowed eyes, and cautiously accepted the bite.

"Thank you for not smearing it on my face this time."

They shared a quick kiss before Booth put his plate down at his place and poured more champagne for the both of them.

"This is a very good champagne. What is it?"

"Dom Parignon 1966."

"This tastes and sounds expensive."

"Oh yeah. Very."

"How much?"

"I have no idea; I didn't ask."

"What? As tight with money as you are, you didn't ask when you bought this?"

"I didn't buy it. It was a gift from Hodgins."

"Oh really?"

"Really."

"Well did he say anything about it? He must have if you knew it was very expensive, but didn't know the cost."

"He only said that it was on the list of top ten most expensive bottles of wine."

"And you were okay with that?"

"If it came from anyone else, no. But from Hodgins? He's got more money than Bill Gates and Oprah combined. I think he can spare a little for some good champagne for special occasions every once in a while. Besides, it puts some his wealth back out into the economy."

"Still, I'm curious as to how much."

"We can Google it." Booth took his phone out and did a search.

"Holy Jesus! Bones! It's almost two thousand dollars per bottle!"

"That is impressive."

Booth was still standing over by his wife as he did the search. He picked his glass up off of the table and moved to go back to his cake, and she stopped him once more.

"Booth, can we… do that thing where we hook arms and drink?"

"Sure, Bones. Look at you, being all romantic!" He said with an almost Cheshire grin.

She once again joined him standing and they hooked their arms together and took a sip of champagne from their own glasses. Booth managed to spill a little on Brennan's arm and used his mouth to sensually clean it off. He made the gesture more desirable and suave by trailing kisses up her bare arm, across her collarbone and up the column of her neck. He ended at her mouth where he kissed her until she pulled away with desire to finish her cake.

In one smooth move, Booth set his glass down on the table, lifted Brennan slightly and sat in her chair with her on his lap as she giggled and tried to keep her champagne glass upright. Booth took her fork and offered her another small piece of cake. She ate it and then he took a bite of her cake.

She protested, but he assured her that they would share his piece of the cake as well, not to mention they still had about two-thirds of the round top tier left.

They alternated taking bites until her piece was gone, and then she reached across the table and caught the lip of Booth's plate with her fork and drug it across to take turns eating from it as well.

Once they had their fill of cake and champagne, they danced, which led to making out, which led to Brennan removing Booth tie and belt and other clothes flying in all directions and stumbling around as they searched to gain purchase on some sort of surface to brace themselves against.

Gone were the tender moments and romantic gestures, and present were the raging hormones and lust fueled by anticipation of having this night to themselves to celebrate them.

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After not making it entirely to the bedroom Booth and Brennan lay spent in the hallway as they tried to regain some control over their own bodies.

After they had finally regained the ability to think, they tried to get up and go to bed, only to find that they couldn't move.

They laughed and Booth joked that he was getting too old for this frantic teenager stuff against walls after which Brennan replied that he should reconsider doing Pilates or Yoga with her as it would be beneficial for his stamina and over flexibility and limberness.

When they could finally move, nearly a half hour later, Booth carried his wife to bed before checking to make sure the doors were locked and everything was put away in the dining room and kitchen.

He headed into their room to find her asleep on top of the covers where he'd left her after redressing her in one of his old t-shirts.

He walked over to her side of the bed with a smirk and he gently lifted her legs and pulled the covers out from underneath her and brought them up around her body. He ran his fingers through her hair lovingly as he brushed it out of her face. He got in bed and shut off the lamp before pulling the covers up around him as well as he tucked her body into his.

He kissed her cheek and gave one last smile as he looked on with amazement at her beautiful face in the moonlight shining in from the window before falling soundly asleep.


I think most of you were probably expecting to see their wedding day, but I figured, let's take it further than that. Let's make this another milestone for them. So that's why I chose to do the one year anniversary thing rather than the wedding.

A lot of the impact of this one is lost with the smutty section taken out. If smut is something you don't mind reading or reading around as metaphors are interspersed throughout, then I would recommend reading the M version of this. It can be found as Chapter 6 of "Smutty Side Dishes".

If you happen to read both, could you let me know if you feel anything is really truly lost with the exclusion of the smutty section? As the author, I feel there is, but as a reader you may feel differently.

XOXO,
CrayonClown