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Okay, so I think this is the last chapter of my first fanfic, unless some of you give me any ideas of what to write.
I hope I didn't disappoint any of you who've been reading my story.
I only own the 206 bones in my body, and the DVD's ;)
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"Hey Bones," Booth said as he walked into her office.
"Hey. So, what's up?"
"We have a case," he said without his usual spirit.
"Is it a real case, or are you trying to drag me out to eat lunch?" Brennan asked with a smile.
"As much as I wish I could take you out to eat – especially if it ends like last night – I can't, because it's a real case. And I think I heard you were going out to lunch with Angela? I'll fill you in on the case the way," Booth said, now with a dreamy smile ghosting around his lips.
"Right, lunch with Angela. Urgh. Okay, then let's go."
As they walked to the car Booth put his hand lightly on Brennan's lower back, a little farther down than usual, but not so far down that it would draw attention.
"So, a couple was walking through the park when they saw something weird under a bush and went there to examine, and guess what they found? That's right, a body," Booth said as they sat in the car on their way to the crime-scene.
"Okay," Brennan said in a very professional tone, while trying not to give in and kiss him right there while he was driving the car. 'Take a breath Temperance, you can wait until tonight,' she thought to herself.
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They arrived at the crime-scene. Brennan looked at the body a little, ordered people around and telling Booth what she found before saying:
"Ship it all back to the Jeffersonian and I'll look closer when we get there," to Booth she yelled, "Booth I'm ready to go!"
"Okay Bones, then let's go," he said running over to her, a big smile on his face.
They drove in silence to the lab. As Brennan started to open the door, Booth locked them.
"Booth! What are you doing? I need to get out and-" as she said that she had turned her head to face Booth, but before she could finish, his lips silenced hers with a passionate, but soft, kiss.
"You were saying?" Booth asked, slightly breathless, after he broke off the kiss.
"Ehh, I ehh. What?" Brennan said in a flustered voice.
Booth laughed as he unlocked the doors and let Brenna out.
'That should get me through the day,' Booth mused to himself as he drove back to the Hoover building.
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After about two hours of examining the bones of their newly found victim Angela dragged Brennan out to lunch. As they sat in the diner, Angela began to throw questions at Brennan.
"Soo, Bren. How was it?" she asked in a very serious, but slightly wondering, voice.
"How was what?" Brennan asked, trying to pretend she didn't know what Angela was talking about, 'cause this wasn't really anything she wanted to discuss with anyone.
"Sweetie, you know what I'm talking about. How was Booth in bed?" Angela asked.
"Well... He was, ehh, good. Thoughtful. Always making sure I was comfortable. Never rushing, taking it slow – sometimes maybe a little too slow. Very careful that he didn't hurt me," Brennan trailed off, not wanting to say anymore about it.
Angela, not willing to give up just yet, continued to ask questions. "Come on Sweetie. I've been waiting for this to happen for years, give me something," Angela whined.
"Angela, I'm not going to say anymore. This is my private life, and Booths, if you want to know anything about him, ask him," Brennan stood her ground.
'I'm not going to ask Booth about those things' Angela thought.
"Okay, fine. But just tell me one thing. How does he look, you know, down there?"
Brennan pondered over how to answer that question without saying too much.
"Well, I can tell you that he has nothing to be embarrassed about," Brennan said after a little while, a smile plastered on her face as thoughts about her and Booths time in bed ran through her mind.
Lunch proceeded with normal small-talk after Angela tired to pull more information out of Brennan, but she didn't budge.
After they finished lunch they drove back to the Jeffersonian and started working.
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At 6:15 PM. Booth came back to see what the Squint-Squad had found.
"So Bones, what've we got?" Booth asked as he swiped his id-card and went up on the platform.
"Male, Caucasian, mid twenties to start thirties, about 6 feet three inches," Brennan answered.
"Okay, great Bones, now let's go," Booth said as he began pulling her towards her office.
"We're going home. Well, we're going to the diner, and then we're going home," he said with a big smile on his face.
As the reached Brennans office he took her coat as she discarded her blue lab coat. Booth helped her into her coat and led her outside to his SUV.
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At the Diner they ordered their food. They waited in comfortable silence for the food. When the food arrived Booth asked:
"How was lunch with Angela?"
"It wasn't that bad actually. She was really curious, but I didn't really want to tell her anything. She insisted pretty badly, but I didn't say anything. I told her that if she wanted to know anything about you, she'd have to ask you," Brennan said, a little sound of pride in her voice of her ability the withstand Angelas pressing questions.
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After dinner Booth and Brennan drove to his apartment. They barely made it inside the apartment before their mouths were locked together. They fought off their jackets and shoes with difficulty because neither wanted to break the kiss. At last the succeeded and stumbled to the living room, only breaking their kiss to get air.
As Booth rested his forehead against Brennans he whispered:
"God. I've been waiting for this since you left this morning. I really missed you."
"I missed you too Booth. Now shut up and kiss me again."
Booth chuckled lightly, "Anything you ask, my dear."
As their kisses became more frantic, so did the action of their hands on the other's body. Clothes now became an annoying barrier and as Brennan began opening the buttons of Booths shirt, he pushed her slowly towards his bedroom. Both things happened without breaking the latest kiss. They stood in front of his bed as she finished unbuttoning his shirt and she slid it off his shoulders.
He broke the kiss and softly pushed her down on his bed following not long after, straddling her hips with his legs as he leaned down to kiss her once again, letting his tongue slide along her lower lip. She opened her mouth to him, releasing a moan that was stifled by his mouth.
Running her fingers along his bare back, down and around, sliding up his chest she felt the muscles vibrate lightly under her touch. His hands were now tugging at her shirt. She broke the kiss and let him slip it over her head.
Instead of returning to her mouth, he planted soft kisses on her throat, down to her collarbone, sucking lightly at the skin there before he let his mouth wander down her body to her lower belly, his hands starting to work on the button and the zipper of her pants.
Not soon after, neither of them had any clothes on and their bodies moved with a steady rhythm against each other, pushing each other closer to the edge with every move.
After they were both satisfied Brennan cuddled up against Booths chest, the hickey on her neck now a deep red again, she sighed contently. Booths arm snaked around her waist, his hand resting on her belly.
"'Night, Booth. I love you," Brenna said as Booth pulled her back closer against his chest.
A moment of speechlessness ran over Booth, 'she loves me!' he thought.
"I love you to Bones. Sleep tight," Booth said a smile on his lips.
And they both fell asleep with a content sight and a smile tugging in the corners of their mouths.
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So, my first fanfic have come to a – possible – end. Please review. I don't mind criticism, as long as it's constructive.
If you want me to continue you're welcome to give me ideas of what to write and I'll happily continue.
Bones hugs from NCIS-Bones-Chick.
