The split between tent and field was fairly even, though there were several cries on Both. So I ... well, you'll see.

I re-wrote this first bit so many times, I'm still not happy with it, but it's now pissing me off so I'm done! Also, this chapter got ridiculously long, so I split it in half. Third (and last) chapter will be online in an hour or so.

He followed as she picked her way through the ankle high stubble of the freshly harvested field. He didn't know where she was taking him, but he would have followed her right up to the gates of hell right now. She never released his hand, his fingers interlocking with hers, as she slipped through a gap in the hedge. He'd never have seen it if her guiding arm hadn't pulled him through. They stood wordlessly at the edge of a field containing over a dozen tents. Large and small, an array of colors spreads before them, and he had no clue which was hers. She continued to guide him expertly through the maze of tents, deftly stepping around guy lines while Booth stubbed his toe on more than one tent pent.

Relinquishing his hand, she turned and kissed him gently on the lips. He'd barely had time to reciprocate before she pulled away.

"Wait here."

Unzipping the door, she ducked into the tent and out of his sight once more. She was gone less than 20 seconds and yet it felt an agonisingly long time until Booth saw her head pole out of the door. She stood to meet him.

"Okay."

Her eyes twinkled in a way he'd never seen before. She nervously ran her tongue over her bottom lip, holding herself back from ravaging him on the spot, trying to keep control over her breathing.

"What was that, Bones?" His hands came to rest on her hips and he found himself kissing her before she had a chance to reply. Their tongues meshed together, filled was passion and urgency. Her hand travelled to the back of his neck, caressing him softly. She nipped at his bottom lip before pulling away slightly. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes flickered with embarrassment.

"I had to make sure it was tidy. That dirty … clothes … hadn't, you know, fallen to the floor."

"'Don't blame gravity for lack of tidiness.'" His mind drifted back to time they'd worked undercover at a circus as he quoted her own words back at her. The reference was lost on her.

"I wasn't Booth. But scientifically speaking …"

His mouth collided with hers. He was in no mood for one of her science-y speeches right now; he had greater things on his mind. And it showed, his hardness brushing against her thigh as they moved together. She ground her hips against him, her own core warming nicely.

Stepping backwards, she took him by the wrists and ducked into the tent.

Booth found himself drowning in a sea of her – the tent was filled by her scent, and her possessions surrounded them.

"Bones!" He was momentarily taken aback by her mess: her apartment always seemed so tidy, her office anally so. "You're messy!" He grinned a cheeky smile at her. He loved when she got flustered and, damn it he'd say it, girlie.

"I wasn't expecting visitors, and … I've been working. Really, it's not that bad, not compared with …" His mouth crushed to hers again, he couldn't stay away from her a second longer. Resting on their knees, they exchanged another passionate kiss, hands exploring unabashedly now. Booth guided his hands up the back of her top, gasping at the feel of her delicately soft skin. Moving around her, he caressed her stomach, dragging a single finger across her, drawing a whimper from her lips.

"Booth." She yearned for him and needed to feel her skin against his. Their mouths never parted, the kiss uninterrupted as she wrenched at the bottom of his t-shirt. Momentarily, his hands left her body and his mouth pulled mere inches away, as she tore the pale fabric over his head. Her hands gravitated to his chest. She flicked at his nipple, tight and erect, before running his hands down his perfectly sculpted abdomen.

His hands rubbed lightly over her throbbing core and he could feel moisture through the layers of fabric.

He wasn't going fast enough, she needed him against her now. Taking control, Bones had her own vest and bra off in seconds, pushing her now bare torso against his. Her fingers ran through his hair as she planted wet kisses over his face.

She pushed him backwards and he fell onto her small air mattress. Straddling him, she continued placing furious open-mouthed kisses across his chest, returning time and time against to tease his nipples. His hips bucked upwards beneath her and his hardness pushed agonisingly firm against her.

Booth was both taken aback, and immensely aroused, by the ferocity of her attack, at her eagerness to take control. Neither spoke, but both knew this moment was the culmination of five years of fleeting touches and secret glances.

Brennan's hands moved over his stomach and she snapped open his pants. She bent in low to kiss his stomach, her hair flopping forwards and tickling his stomach lightly. Booth reached up and grabbed at her ponytail, causing her hair to tumbled down around her face. He bucked again as its softness hit his belly and she used the motion to pull his pants down.

Kicking off his shoes and crumpled pants, Booth lay beneath her in nothing more than his boxers. She ravished him with her eyes, longing radiating from their deep blueness. She laid her herself on top of him, closing her eyes and leaning in to kiss him furiously once more.

Booth gripped her by the hips and in an instant she was on her back on the cold floor of the tent. Her eyes flew open and she gasped as its coldness smacked against the warmth of her skin. He nipped playfully at her neck, sucking and biting in a rhythm that he knew would leave a mark and yet he didn't care. He needed to taste every inch of her.

Booth traced kisses across her collarbones, and down the valley between her breasts. Her fingers meshed in his hair as he moved lower down her belly, pausing for a moment to lick a delicate circle around her navel, before continuing down to the top of her shorts.

Popping open the button, his hands slid around beneath her, raising her ass off the floor and he slowly slid down her shorts and panties. His hands lingers as he skimmed over the mound of her ass, his fingers drinking in the softness of her skin, hidden from him for too long.

But again he wasn't going fast enough; She needed him now. She took command and sent her shorts flying across the tent, hitting the canvas with a smack. Her fingers grasped desperately at the elastic of his boxers, needing to release the erection barely contained within.

She had him on his back in seconds, the force of which drew a puff of air from him lungs.

"Bones …" She was dragging down his boxers as he tried to talk.

"Don't speak." She rose back up and met his open mouth with a kiss, her tongue delving deep into his mouth.

All thoughts and objections disappeared from his mind as she lowered herself onto him. She whimpered into his mouth as he filled her completely.

Sitting up, she began riding him; her breathing grew fast and erratic. She moved her hips like a pro, taking him in fully before drawing away from him, almost to the tip. She kept the pace fast, squeezing him with her muscles each time she welcomed him back in.

Leaning in low to kiss him, she changed the angle between them and Booth let out a deep moan.

"Yea?" she asked teasingly

"Yes!" he choked out. Smiling at the power she held over him, Brennan stayed low, rolling her hips back and forth around him, her eyes closed as she did so.

His hand slid between them and Bones shuddered as his fingers met her clit. Her eyes flew open as he began gently massaging her, and she found herself drowning in the deep brown of his eyes. The fluid motion of her hips never faltered as she felt her own orgasm rising.

She dropped down lower, hands resting on the floor of the tent as she moaned in pleasure.

"Fuck, Booth." It was the single most erotic thing he'd ever heard fall from her lips and he knew she was getting close. His free hand gathered her fallen fair and he cupped her face gently, his mouth rising to meet hers.

He felt her unravelled around him, her muscles clenching and releasing him and her eyes grew foggy. He came with her, as Brennan's forehead fell onto his shoulder. Her body was drenched in sweat and her breathing erratic.

"Shit." As if every last drop of energy was gone from her body, she felt her arms giving way and laid flush against him. Her ear pressed to his chest, she could hear his rapid heartbeat and his complete failure to modulate his breathing. Shifting his hips slightly, he pulled out of her, beginning to grow soft.

Neither spoke, they didn't have to. Booth enveloped her within his arms, as she lay with her eyes closed, a contented smile creeping across her face.

Minutes passed and they didn't move. Brennan listened as his heart rate return to normal, his fingers idly toying with her hair.

Booth found he felt whole again for the first time since she'd waved him goodbye at the airport those long weeks ago. She'd insisted a cab would be fine, but Booth had been unrelenting, eventually using Parker to seal the deal. Now, lying naked and spent with his partner, Booth began to realise why they made such a great team, and why it hurt when she wasn't around.

Booth drifted into an easy sleep. He dreamt of her; they were back at the lab, she poured over a new specimen and he watched from her office. Her head turned and she gaze met his from across the forensic platform. She walked towards him, fingers already working at the first button of her lab coat. Moving through the glass door to her office, her fingers moved to the second, the third. Booth began to realise that she was wearing nothing beneath the blue fabric of her lab coat. She unfastened the final button revealing …

He was suddenly wrenched from sleep. There was darkness around him and for a moment he couldn't fathom who was lying on top of him. One smell told him who it was, confirmed that his dream hadn't been entirely fictional. The very thought of her and he began to grow hard again, her naked body resting against his.

She stirred in her own sleep, muttering something he couldn't quite make out.

As if still trying to prove to himself that he wasn't asleep, wasn't dreaming, hadn't died and gone to heaven, Booth ran his hands along her back and over the nakedness of her ass. She let out a moan in her sleep and Booth gently placed a kiss top her forehead.

"Booth." She moaned again, her eyes still closed, deep in sleep. His hands travelled the length of her back, delicately touching her and mapping out random patterns on her soft skin.

She snuggled in close to him as he returned to play with her hair.

Her breathing was slow and regular. Booth knew she was deep in sleep and gone from the world. He ventured the word he couldn't bring himself to say to her consciousness, unsure how her subconscious mind would process the information.

"I missed you, Bones."

Her breathing didn't falter for an instant. It spurred him to say what he'd needed to vocalise for years.

"And, I love you."

He took a deep breath.

"And not in an 'atta-girl' way. And not as my friend or my partner." He whispered, allowing his mind to wonder in the confidence that no one but him was listening. "I've loved you for years." He nuzzled his face into her hair. "I love the way you smell. And the way you move. I love that you're so smart. Your social awkwardness, your hunger for the truth. I love everything about you, Bones. Being apart from you was horrible. I've never felt more pain than the moment you disappeared through security at the airport. I missed you more than I thought possible."

His eyes closed as he let the silence surround them, a weight lifted from his heart.

"I've missed you too, Booth." She didn't move, he didn't reply. He didn't know when she'd woken up, but felt more vulnerable than he'd care to admit. "And," she lifted her head to kiss him gently on the lips. "I love you too."

She rolled off of him, lying on her side against him. In the darkness he could barely make out her fuzzy outline.

Her stomach gave a grumbled and it brought a smile to his face.

"You hungry?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yea." She leaned in to kiss him again.

"Want to get something to eat?"

"No." She surprised him with the quickness of her answer. "There's something I want to show you."

She sat up alongside him. Reaching forwards, she cupped his cheek, stroking him slightly with her thumb before kissing him one last time.

"But. We need to get dressed first."