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--b&b--

Tuesday

8:26 AM

Booth awoke to a steady sound of click. Click, clickclick. Clicky…click click click.

Click click…"mmmmmmm….what time is it?"

He moved his neck a bit, his left cheek pressed to the pillow. His right eye opened, the only part of his body he felt like he could move.

Brennan stopped typing and looked over to him, "About 8:30."

His eyebrow rose. So okay, two body parts that worked. Score. Except..."I'm late…"

"No, Cullen called and said he wanted you to work late so you shouldn't bother to come in until around 11."

Booth groaned and tried to lift his upper body using his arms, but there was just no strength in his lower back for anything. "I hate working late. Besides…"

Brennan closed her computer and looked at him. "Besides, what?"

Booth muffled a groan into the pillow below him, his words coming out a combination of curses and mumbles.

"I can't understand anything you're saying, Booth" Brennan chuckled.

His shoulders tensed and then he turned to look at her again. "Why are you in here, Bones?"

His tone was kind and she shrugged a shoulder, "I don't know. I guess I just wanted…" Her lips curled up in a shy smile, "I wanted to be near you."

"That's nice, Bones," he smiled back. "So, Cullen called my phone, and you answered?"

Her smile fell a bit, "Are you mad?"

"Nope" he huffed, letting one of his arms slide across the sheet toward her. His hand cupped her thigh and squeezed gently, "Not one bit. I've always wanted a sexy secretary in my bed."

Her brow arched, and she slapped his hand away. "You are not a funny person."

Booth chuckled, "Oh yeah? You sure about that? Cause that's not what I hear. I hear I am pretty darn funny, Bones."

"Well…" her brow furrowed in concentration, and then her eyes lit up as if she'd gotten an answer. "Looks aren't everything, Booth."

"Oh ho!" he scoffed, "Bones…that was a joke!"

"I know," she smiled, nodding her head proudly. "I heard it on TV."

"Very good," Booth grinned, "Now lean down here and kiss me."

Brennan eyed him for a moment, her lips curling to the side in suspicion. "Why can't you come up here to kiss me?" she asked from her position against the headboard.

Booth's shoulders tightened. "I can. I just don't want to. I want you to lean down here and kiss me."

"Okay…" Brennan conceded, leaning down toward him. Their lips were a breath apart, and Booth bit his bottom one in expectation. But just as they were about to meet, Brennan moved back quickly, and Booth fell forward, a loud groan of pain emanating from his throat.

"I knew it!" Brennan crowed. "You are in pain!"

"Well you don't have to sound so damn happy about it, Bones," Booth grumbled into the mattress. "It's not my fault that my back feels like a semi truck parked on it all night."

Brennan laughed and then her eyes softened. She let her fingers smooth against the skin of his back and then bent over and lightly brushed her lips against his.

"Mmmmmm….." he whimpered, straining toward her. But Brennan just smiled and rested beside him.

"Is it always like this?"

Booth shrugged a shoulder and winced a bit, "It's pretty bad today. I guess I'm getting old-er" he admitted, curling up his lip in disgust when she smiled. "But don't tell anyone that."

"Okay."

Brennan patted him on the back as she got off the bed, walking toward her bathroom.

"Hey, where are you going?" Booth grunted. "I thought you wanted to be near me!"

Brennan laughed and then reappeared near the bed, "Here…"

She handed him a glass of water and some pain medicine, making sure he took it. "Now, just relax."

Straddling his waist, she gingerly let her weight fall against his lower back. "Too painful?"

Booth grunted a bit, but shook his head, "Nah, it feels good actually."

"I'm glad," Brennan murmured as she poured some oil onto his back. "Just relax," she repeated.

Brennan began a light pressure against his shoulders, smoothing the oil down his arms. "I love your body."

Booth pulled in a deep sigh as her hands began to knead along the base of his neck, moving down his spine.

"You know I've wanted you for a long time, right, Booth?" she crooned softly, her fingers pressing against his skin. His muscles were very tense and she worked them with increasing pressure, monitoring his groans and sighs. "Remember when we were first partners, and I came to your apartment and Tessa was there?"

Booth snorted, but didn't say anything.

Brennan smiled, letting her hands slide over his ribs before moving back up to his neck and shoulders. "I was jealous of her then. I wanted to know what it would feel like to do this exact thing. I didn't always like you, but I always wanted you."

Booth's hips shifted slightly, and Brennan began to knead his back in deep circular motions. "So what is my fantasy going to be tonight?"

Her pitch never changed, and she hoped Booth would be too relaxed to know she'd led him into somewhat of a verbal trap. But as much as she'd molded his body, his mind was still somewhat alert, and he chuckled. "I'm not telling you, Bones."

She let out a tiny growl, and he chuckled again. Retaliating, she began to almost pinch and squeeze his muscles, but it felt so good that Booth just sighed and sank deeper into the mattress.

Taking pity on him, Brennan eased her touch and used a bit more oil to loosen his muscles.

She could feel his buttocks tighten underneath her, and just when she thought he might be ready for a massage on his front, she stopped and lifted her hips up. "Okay, Booth," she purred, but he didn't respond.

Bending down, she saw that his mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were closed. He snored softly, and she studied him for a few moments before smiling and sliding off of him all of the way. She wiped her hands on her sheet and then picked up her computer, making her way out to her living room to work on her book.

--b&b—

8:50 PM

Brennan sighed and stared in her mirror, examining her appearance. Booth had called her at lunchtime, telling her to be ready by nine PM, that he was going to pick her up and take her somewhere. She needed to be ready, she needed to have her hair in 'one of those ponytail things', he'd said, and she needed to be wearing a skirt.

"And not a tight skirt, either, Bones" he'd growled, "A nice and…girly one. One that I can get my hands under. Easy, like. And then meet me outside your apartment. Got it?"

She'd assured him she could understand his simple instructions, but he'd asked her again, seriously.

With one last look in the mirror, Brennan smiled. She smoothed her hands down her dress.

She grabbed a light sweater on her way out the door, her ponytail brushing lightly against her neck.

Once she was outside, she paused, a disbelieving laugh rising in her throat. Booth was sitting in the driver's seat of a bright red convertible. It was old, and she was sure he knew every single fact about it. Maybe that was why he was grinning from ear to ear as he rested one hand along the seat. His long fingers tapped against the passenger seat headrest and he winked, "Get in, baby."

Brennan rolled her eyes, but smiled as she opened the door. His eyes lingered on her bare legs, and then he met her eyes. He shifted nervously in his seat and blushed a bit. "Ready?"

"I don't know what we're doing, so it's impossible for me to say if I'm ready or not," Brennan challenged.

Booth just tapped her nose with his finger and then nodded, "Let's go."

Soon they were driving through the city, and then into some countryside. It was getting darker out, but the early evening breeze was nice against their skin. Booth had the radio on, but too low for Brennan to make out any of the words that were being sung. Booth rested his right arm against the back of the seat, not quite touching her while his left hand casually clutched the steering wheel.

Brennan realized she'd been studying him and not where they were going, and she was surprised when the car stopped. Booth turned toward her, the white of his polo shirt a contrast against his dark jacket and skin. "We're here."

Frowning, Brennan looked around. "What is this place?"

Booth turned the engine off and tossed the keys into the glove box before letting his hand rest on her knee, "This is the most famous make out spot in Greene County, Bones."

Their eyes met, and Brennan felt a strange flutter in her chest, "It is?"

"Mmhmmm…"he nodded, leaning in to nuzzle the skin beneath her ear. "When I first became a cop, my job was to park out here on Friday nights and keep high schoolers away. That was a real experience, I can tell you that."

Brennan's eyes widened, and she pulled in a quick breath, leaning back to meet his eyes. His eyelids were lowered seductively, and his fingers were still cupping her knee. "You want to make out with me?"

"Oh, yeah." Booth scooted closer to her and when she instinctively backed up only to find the door at her back, he leaned in that much closer, "Did you ever do this in high school?"

Her eyes lowered, and he got his answer. Still, she clenched her jaw and met his eyes, "It's not surprising that you picked this."

Booth tilted his head to the side. Her tone wasn't off…so much as it was just…intellectual, "How's that, Bones?"

She shrugged a shoulder, "Well, this is something you were probably quite adept at in high school, from much experience…"

Booth pressed his finger against her lips before replacing it with his own mouth. Gently he rubbed his lips against hers, keeping his pressure light. "I do have some experience at this, Bones. But that's not why I picked it. I guess you could say that I was kind of a player in high school, but once Parker was born, I…aw, hell, Bones. You know I'm a one woman man. Look, I'm not trying to show off, I just thought maybe you might like to…"

He pulled back and met her gaze. Brennan searched his eyes for a long moment before she let her fingers tuck between them to rest against his stomach. "Are we going to pretend that we are in high school?"

Booth bit her bottom lip and then licked it. "That's up to you. It's your fantasy."

Brennan tilted her head to the side and looked away, considering. "I think…"

A small frown crossed her forehead and she grew quiet again.

Booth waited for her to think it over. On the outside, he was calm, but the truth was that on the inside, he felt as nervous as he had the first time he'd convinced his grandfather to let him borrow the convertible for a date.

He felt her fingers tighten slightly against his shirt, and he looked at her face, admiring the way it was pretty in the pale moonlight.

"I think I don't want to pretend," Brennan admitted. "I want to experience you like this. But still do what…"

Booth leaned in and kissed her again, "What you would have done, in high school…"

"…If someone had ever asked me," Brennan finished. "Yes…"

Booth couldn't help but feel a teensy bit sorry for her, but the other 99.9 percent of him felt so damn pleased to be the only male to ever have her like this. "You're going to love it, Bones," he murmured against her lips, letting his own trail down from her mouth to the sensitive skin just beneath her ear. "Every guy you've ever known is the biggest idiot for not doing this with you. I'm serious. The guys you went to school with must have been blind, because…"

Brennan placed her hands on his chest and pushed him back. "Don't, Booth."

"What?" he sputtered. His eyes narrowed and he wondered if she was pretending to be in high school again. "Bones…"

Brennan's jaw tightened. "I want to do this with you, but don't lie to me. It's okay, Booth." She shook her head. "I'm not judging you, but we both know the truth. If we had been the same age and gone to high school together, you never would have talked to me."

"Bones…" Booth groaned, reaching for her.

"No…Booth, please." Brennan's fingers curled against his shoulders. "Don't…don't patronize me. You don't have to feel guilty about it. No one would have expected you to break the social norms and talk to someone like me. Even when we met, just years ago, I wouldn't have been the kind of woman you normally would have been with."

"Well…then that makes me the biggest idiot."

"Booth…"

He swooped in and kissed her, cupping the back of her head to keep her in place. With a soft growl in the back of his throat, he deepened his caress against her lips, "An idiot, Bones. I was one. But I'm not anymore. Because I've got the smartest and prettiest girl in the whole world right here, and I'm not going to waste another moment."

Brennan couldn't help but smile as some excitement began to build. "So what do we do?"

Booth grew warm at the way her eyes widened in expectation, "Well…we kiss a lot. You always gotta start in the front seat. It's a rule, Bones. Then…" his eyebrows waggled, "If it gets really good…then you move to the backseat."

Brennan sucked in a quick breath, and she looked from Booth to the backseat of the car. "I want to do that."

He smiled and nodded, "We will."

His lips began to brush against hers even as he let one of his hands slide up to cup her breast through her sweater, "Oh, we will."

"Are we going to get caught?" she whispered.

"Hmmm…" Booth pretended to consider, even as his fingers began a tightening and releasing rhythm, one perfected after dozens of Saturday nights. "We might," he lied. She didn't need to know that he'd bribed the new local cop to close down the park for the night. "We just might."

She shivered hard in anticipation, and Booth took advantage, leaning in further. He nudged her legs apart as best he could and tried to situate himself between them. He knew she'd soon get annoyed by their lack of mobility.

Sure enough, after a few moments, a frustrated sound rose from her throat. "This is hardly conducive to sexual intercourse, Booth."

Booth chuckled against the skin of her neck, letting his fingertips rest along the neckline of her dress. He fiddled with her top button, pleased when the skin above it flushed a pretty pink. "That's true, and it's probably a good thing. You know, Bones, most of the kids in high school might have been lying about how much sex they were having."

Brennan bit her bottom lip and inhaled through her nose when he unbuttoned the top of her dress's two buttons. "Did you ever lie?"

Booth's lips curled in a wry grin as he began to nuzzle her skin. His other hand slid up her thigh, caressing the skin under her knee, "Hmmm…I don't think I lied as much as I just implied and then let people make their own conclusions."

"I see" she murmured. "Is it time to move to the backseat yet?"

Booth pulled back and looked at her. "I don't know. Is it?"

Feeling empowered, Brennan let her hand move down his cotton covered chest to his waist. From there, she cupped the firmness behind his zipper, "I think it is."

Booth pulled in a sharp breath through his nose and mouth at her boldness, "You are one hell of a quick study, Bones."

Brennan just smirked and tightened her fingers for a delicious moment before pulling back, "Do we get out of the car and then get back in, or…"

"We do whatever feels good, Bones" he grinned. Feeling like the star quarterback again, he rose to his knees and then hopped over the seat, landing with a smile in the backseat.

"Impressive" Brennan purred, and Booth winked at her.

"There's plenty of room back here, baby."

Brennan chuckled and then moved between the seats to settle beside him.

"See how much nicer it is, Bones?" he wrapped his arms around her and settled onto his back, pulling her over him, "We can stretch out and everything…"

His next words were cut off by her lips and for the next several minutes they did nothing but kiss each other. Groans and whimpers cut through the dark night air, as their hands caressed and clenched onto hips and shoulders and thighs.

Brennan pulled Booth's body toward hers while simultaneously trying to help him take his jacket off. He wrapped it around her shoulders and then ran his hands over her chest, cupping her breasts with an almost inexperienced urgency.

And she loved every minute of it. Booth had always had the ability to make her feel more like a woman than any man she'd ever known. But also at the core of them, he made her feel like she did when she was young. Alive and pure and full of dreams. It was this part of her that was kissing him with abandon, letting her thighs part for his, letting her hands grip his shoulders even as he clutched her behind. His erection brushed against her belly, and she whimpered, the sensation so electric, it caught her off guard. It wasn't anything she hadn't felt before, but in that instant, she was transported back to high school. She could hear the snickers of the girls in the back of the bus as they'd talk about 'going down' and 'sucking off'. She hadn't known what that meant, and once she'd learned, many years later, it had been too late to do anything like this.

But Booth had known…

He'd known that deep down, deeper than even she knew about herself, that she'd fantasized about this. Sliding back, she moved to her knees on the floor of the car.

Booth's eyes were closed, but they flew open when she unbuckled his pants, moving the waist of his boxers down to free his length.

"Bones…wait, no…"

Brennan didn't respond, but instead let her lips do the talking, swirling them around the head of his penis. A bead of desire formed there and she used her tongue to clean him up. His hips were twisting even as his throat closed up around his words of denial.

"Bones, wait…just…this isn't how it works. I mean…"

"Isn't it?" she murmured, her eyes meeting his in the dark.

He panted hard and his hips rose entirely off the seat as she lowered her mouth over him, pulling his length into the front of her throat. "Okay, okay…it is pretty much how it works, but it doesn't HAVE to be this way. I mean, I've evolved. I can focus on you, and…"

She pulled off of him and settled her hands on his thighs. "I want to do this. You know that I want to do this."

Booth's jaw tightened, and he knew she was right. He hadn't created this scenario for this exact outcome, but he knew that she needed to do this. To fulfill her own fantasy. "Okay…" he whispered, letting his fingers settle into her hair, "Okay, baby."

"Talk to me" she whispered back, settling her lips against him again. "Tell me how it feels."

"Mmmmm…" he groaned, his face flushing, "Baby, it feels so good. You're the best I've ever had. Don't stop."

His breath came in short pants as she took him further and further into her mouth. Her tongue got into the action, and then he wasn't saying complete thoughts at all, just incoherent sounds combined with her name and all the saints.

Brennan's knees were sore against the floor of the car and her lower back was beginning to ache, but she wasn't about to miss out on this experience at all. She sucked harder, using Booth as payback for every time she'd never gotten asked to a dance, for every time she'd gotten called a nerd in science class. Rationally, she knew that stuff wasn't important, but here, now, with Booth she wanted to prove she was as good as any girl he'd ever been with. Ever. Every sweet, innocent girl in the back of this car. Girls who had moms who taught them about lipstick. Girls who had dads who stood at the door and waited for them to come home.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh…BONES!" his hips were coming off the seat now in and up and down motion. Keeping her thumb and index finger wrapped around him at the base, she met his every thrust. He was growling in the back of his throat, and she pulled back to suck hard on the tip of his desire for her.

"Shhhh…" she whispered around him, slowing her hand movements. "You're going to get us caught. By the police…"

He chuckled. "Baby, we are the police."

Brennan smiled and began licking him in earnest. Booth's legs began shaking as he neared his plateau. And just as she could tell he was about to totally explode, Brennan stopped, placing her hands on either side of his hips.

"What do I do now?" she asked quietly.

Booth groaned and tilted his head forward to meet her eyes.

"Do I keep going?" Brennan blinked innocently. "Or do I use my hand? What should I do?"

Booth's lips curled up in seductive challenge, "The best ones keep going."

"I see…" Brennan nodded, letting her gaze slide from his lips, down his throat, down the pure white of his polo shirt to where the straight line of his belly rested above his open jeans and lowered boxers, "Okay, then…"

She opened her mouth and lowered it over just the head of his cock. Using her tongue, she pressed it to one side of her mouth, rubbing it there. Using two of her fingers, she rubbed against her cheek, stimulating him from all sides. Booth grunted and his hips arched off the seat.

Brennan used her tongue to move him to the other side of her mouth and repeated the motion there with her other hand.

"Shit, Bones…no one's ever…I never even would have thought of that…you're so damn smart."

Brennan smiled, satisfied, and let him move to rest on top of her tongue before sliding her lips further down his length. She used a seductive up and down motion and soon he was weaving his fingers into her hair, pulling her ponytail loose so he could let the strands weave through his long fingers.

Booth's head fell back. His eyes were wide open and he stared into the night sky. It seemed so expansive, and yet it was as if his entire existence came down to this moment. With Bones. He took in the moon and stars, and then he was seeing stars. His knees locked against her sides, and then she felt him tense and jerk. He spilled into her mouth, and she continued her rhythm, not stopping until he was replete, sinking deeper into the backseat of the car. "Oh, Bones, oh baby."

His chest rose and fell with sucking breaths, and Brennan wiped the side of her mouth with her pinky finger.

"Now what?" she asked.

He whimpered, his eyes wide, and Brennan laughed at his weak state. She moved back up to the seat and began to kiss him against his jaw line. Where he was satisfied, she was completely ready for more. "You didn't leave all your girlfriends unsatisfied, did you?" she whispered in his ear.

He choked out a gasping laugh and one of his hands tucked her hair behind her ears. "No…"

His chest puffed out, and he grunted. "No, I did not."

Booth cupped her face and pulled her in for a sweet kiss. "And I will satisfy you, baby, but I have somewhere else I want to go."

Brennan frowned against his lips. "Back to the front seat?"

Booth chuckled. "For starters. You'll see."

Brennan pulled back and moved back to the front seat as Booth redid his pants. She retrieved the car keys for him and watched as he settled into the driver's seat.

Tapping him behind his ear, she smiled. "You flush right here after you've had an orgasm. Did you know that?"

Booth instinctively tried to look, and Brennan laughed at him, pushing his face gently. "You can't see it Booth. Only I can."

His jaw worked, and for some reason, he was blushing all over now.

"Booth…what's the big deal?" Brennan chuckled.

He shifted in his seat as they began driving. "I don't know. That just seems kind of personal is all."

"I just had my mouth on your penis, and you think a little tap behind your ear is personal?"

Booth flushed deeper in that way he did when she was talking about sex when they weren't having sex.

"Booth!" Brennan let out an exasperated noise, "what am I going to do with you?"

She asked rhetorically, but Booth still smirked and turned to see her looking out the side of the car. The top was down, and it was getting a bit chilly, but the way her hair was blowing in the breeze was all kinds of appealing to him. He watched as she closed her eyes and rested her head against the headrest. Her face was serene and satisfied, and he wondered if she'd ever ridden in a car like this. He'd have to borrow it more often.

"You should tell me something about yourself" he shrugged, trying to keep the mood light. "You know that my neck flushes, and so now you should tell me something about yourself. So we're even."

"We'd hardly be even, Booth" she scoffed, turning only her neck to face him. "I'm the one who discovered your neck, so you should be the one to discover something about me."

He turned to her with such a glint of promise in his eye that her entire body, her 'highly unsatisfied at the moment' body shivered.

"Cold?" he murmured, running his eyes from her head to her feet.

"Not in the least," she challenged. "You?"

"Me?" His eyes narrowed in response, "I'm hot."

Brennan smiled in spite of herself, enjoying the way his shirt clung to his bicep. Once again she was so distracted that she didn't realize the car had stopped until Booth turned off the ignition. This time he tossed the car keys into the backseat before he opened his door. "Let's go, Bones."

Brennan opened up her own door and looked around. "Why are we at a school?"

Booth grinned and motioned for her to walk with him to the trunk of the car. There, he opened it up and pulled out a tightly wrapped sleeping bag, "I'm a gentleman, remember."

Brennan looked at him, and then turned around, seeing the bleachers a few hundred yards away. Her eyes widened with expectation and as she turned back toward Booth, she was surprised when he was so close, his lips a millimeter from hers. Gently, he wrapped his arm around her and kissed her, leaning her against the trunk of the car for a few, sweet moments. "Bones…it's been a long time since I've been with someone under the bleachers. About twenty years, actually. But…" his finger slid softly against her cheek before he let his entire palm rest against her neck. "But, I've never wanted to do it as much as I do now, with you."

The moment grew heavy, and Brennan's heart was full. She could only rest her face against Booth's chest. Her fingers wrapped in his shirt along his waist. It was too dark in the parking lot, but Booth thought he felt a tiny wet spot against his chest. Not wanting to make her feel self conscious, he backed away and slung his arm around her shoulders, "Let's go, Bones. We gotta see if we can both fit in my sleeping bag."

--b&b—

Brennan smiled as they made their way under the bleachers. She let her arm wrap around his waist too, the way she'd seen women do with men they cared about. It had always looked so easy, but she'd never been able to do it easily until Booth. Maybe it was because of their friendship, maybe it was because he was so attractive to her. Either way, she liked the way he felt warm against her. She was cold, but she didn't want to admit it. She knew Booth had put a lot of thought into this night, and she didn't want anything to ruin that. Besides, she'd spent nights in much rougher conditions, in much colder climates. With much less enjoyable company, too.

As they reached somewhat of a grassy spot, even among some gravel and gum wrappers, Booth unwrapped his sleeping bag. He unzipped one side and then laid down on it, motioning for her to join him.

Brennan did, and then they both worked to zip it up, cocooning themselves in the warm flannel and down.

"Ooh, Bones…" Booth murmured, nuzzling his lips and chin along her neck. 'This is nice, yeah?"

There was enough room for Brennan to lean up slightly on her elbows. Booth's face was close to hers and she let her lips settle against his. They kissed very gently, until she pulled back, a serious look on her face. "I do have something to confess, Booth."

One of his hands slid beside their bodies and rested along the small of her back. "Okay, Bones. Go ahead. You can tell me anything."

"It's serious" she nodded. "Please don't tell anyone else this. Ever."

Their eyes met, and she searched his gaze for reassurance. "Do you promise, Booth?"

Booth pulled in a breath. He had no idea, absolutely no freaking idea what she was going to say. And with Bones, it could be anything. It could be something from one of her trips, or from foster care, or something about him, anything, and…

"Booth?"

Her unsure whisper broke his reverie, and he blinked before rubbing her back again. "I promise, Bones. I won't tell anyone."

She sighed and rested her weight against him, letting her cheek fall against his warm chest. "Do you remember when I told you I'd never gotten a B?"

Booth's chin rubbed against her hair. "Yes, I remember that."

"Well…" Brennan bit her lip, and her cheek shifted slightly, "That's not entirely true."

Booth felt his nostrils flare as he tried to hold back a laugh. But he didn't want to betray her trust, so he just stared at the bottoms of the bleachers, hoping he could hold it together, "Okay…"

Brennan shifted again so she was looking at his face. "When I was young, in elementary school, we didn't get letter grades, at least, not…A through F. We received Ss or Ns, or…"

"A U for unsatisfactory" Booth finished, letting his fingers slide through the ends of her hair against her back.

"Yes" Brennan frowned. "And I got all Ss, of course."

"Of course" Booth agreed, biting his lip to keep from smiling at her serious tone.

Oh, she was so special.

"Except…"

Her face crinkled, and she looked away. Booth realized she was genuinely feeling nervous about telling him. "Hey…" he nudged his thumb under her chin, "You can trust me, Bones. You can tell me anything. I promise."

"I got an N once."

"You did?" Booth kept his tone low and accepting. "That's okay, Bones. N stood for needs improvement, that's all."

"In first grade." She sighed, "For sharing. I wasn't that good at it."

Booth couldn't help it, and his lips curled up. He tried to keep from smiling, but his eyes were practically aching from blinking. She was still so serious, though, and he relieved his issue by leaning up and kissing her.

"Mmrmfph…"she muffled against his lips in surprise. Booth chuckled and then leaned back, "You're not disappointed in me?" she whispered.

Booth wrapped both of his arms around her, leaning up to kiss her again, "I'll never be disappointed in you, Bones. I promise."

There was a pause of understanding between them, and then Brennan leaned down to press her lips against his in a kiss of gratitude. "Are you mad that I lied?"

Booth smiled, "Technically, as your squint squad would say, 'you didn't lie'. You never actually got a B, so…"

"You're right" Brennan tilted her head to the side in thought. "You are absolutely right."

Booth let himself laugh then, enjoying the way she felt in his arms. "Thanks for telling me, Bones."

She sighed, "I figure now we're even, for the night."

Booth nodded, "Even. Except for one tiny thing, that is."

Her eyebrows rose, and she frowned, "What?"

Booth rocked his hips into hers, and in the tight space, she could feel that he was becoming aroused again.

"Oh…"

He laughed. "Yes…oh."

Brennan studied their space, "How does this work, exactly?"

"Well…" Booth's voice was low and seductive. "It actually works better if I'm on top, so…"

Brennan bit her lip and considered, "Maybe if we both move at the same time, we can turn our bodies so you're on top.

His eyes twinkled. "Or I could just unzip the sleeping bag and we can move and then zip back up."

"Hmmm…" Brennan nodded, "rational."

"Thank you." Booth laughed and reached around her for the zipper. After a few awkward moments, she was lying on her back, and he was resting his weight on her. "Too heavy?"

"No, it's fine" Brennan answered. "Besides, with your back, it's probably better for me to be lying on the ground and not you."

"It can't be that comfortable, Bones." Booth's hands began to slide against her waist. His fingers cupped her hips in the tight space before sliding down her skirt to flirt with the hem near her knees.

Brennan shrugged and wiggled her hips, encouraging him, "I've slept on worse things."

"Me too," Booth murmured, his lips curled in a wry smile.

Brennan's expression matched his, and then she laughed, slapping his arm a little, but arching her back as he let his palms move up the inside of her thighs.

"Are we going to take off our clothes?"

"I don't know, Bones…" Booth nudged her legs apart a bit, "I don't think so. I think this will work just fine. What do you say?"

Brennan's body stilled. Booth recognized it as a sign she was unsure about something. As he would normally be fidgety when he got nervous, she almost always became eerily calm.

"What's the matter, Bones?" Booth asked, trying to keep his tone and touch as light as possible.

Her hands moved up his waist to clench his arms right below his shoulders.

"Bones?" Booth repeated in a whisper, trying to examine her expression in the dark.

"I want everything. I want what those girls had. I want…I want that."

Booth swallowed and then nodded. Very carefully, he slid his hands back down to where her skirt met her knees. He inched the fabric up and over her waist. Brennan wiggled her arms over her head, and Booth pulled her dress up and off of her body, settling it nearby. Brennan shivered with the chill in the air, but Booth warmed her with his lips as he began to press open mouthed kisses against her chest and neck. Their position prevented him from kissing any lower, but Brennan didn't mind because his hands were moving back down her waist.

At their feet, he began working his jeans down. After a few moments, he tensed. "Screw it."

He unzipped the sleeping bag again and stood up, stripping his clothes off quickly and tossing them near her dress. Brennan remained on her back but also pulled of her bra and panty set, settling them along side Booth's clothes.

Booth shivered and hissed as the night air caressed his body, and he sank to his knees awkwardly, shivering again as he tried to pull the sleeping bag up and around them.

Brennan laughed as he cursed.

"It's not, funny, Bones. It's practically freezing out there."

"Hmmmm…" she hummed and then opened her thighs wider for him to settle between. Booth smiled and then kissed her lips, letting one of his hands rub her bottom as his other hand cupped the back of her neck, pulling her close for a tender kiss.

"You're not going to run off with my clothes, are you, Bones?" he grinned against her lips.

Brennan nipped at his lips with her upper teeth and chuckled, "Depends on how good you are, superstar."

"Oh…" Booth scoffed low in his throat, "You ain't seen nothing yet, baby."

"Prove it" Brennan challenged, and Booth laughed as he let two of his fingers settle along the inside of her thighs. Very lightly, he began adding pressure, never keeping them still in one place long enough for her to set up a satisfying rhythm.

"Booth…get to it!"

Booth huffed a laugh at her annoyed impatience and shook his head, "Don't be so hasty, Bones. I thought you wanted the full Seeley Booth experience."

"I want to be full of Seeley Booth" she challenged, and Booth paused and then chuckled, letting the head of his erection rest against her lightly.

"Okay, okay…"

Very slowly, he sank into her.

Brennan inhaled, but they were so close that she could only inhale him. Booth.

His scent, his chest against hers, his smiling eyes looking down at her. With each breath she took, he seemed to sink deeper into her. Inhale, Booth. Exhale, Booth.

The ground beneath her was rough under the sleeping bag. Not uncomfortable, rather, it made her even more conscious of Booth's hair roughened legs against her smooth ones, his muscled stomach against her bare skin. Everything was a contrast, and yet she'd never felt closer to him.

"You're a man…" she whispered.

Booth swallowed and looked into her eyes. He used one tender finger to smooth her hair from her forehead. "Yes…"

"And I'm a woman."

"Yes" Booth repeated. He wasn't sure what she was thinking. But as long as she was with him, she could think all she wanted to.

"Sometimes…" she paused, looking away a bit, biting her bottom lip. "Sometimes, Booth. Sometimes I think about things that I don't think I believe in."

--b&b--

Booth was an intuitive guy. He'd always been that way, to some degree, but he'd also honed it in the interrogation room over the years. But something told him that she was serious. "Like what, Bones?" was all he could ask.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" she asked.

Booth smiled, "Yes. Well…yes."

Her brow furrowed, "What do you mean? Why did you pause like that?"

He pulled in a deep breath. "I saw you once. Before we met officially."

"You did?"

Her brow was confused, and Booth pressed his lips against it to smooth it out, "Yes."

"When?"

"Well…we met officially at the FBI building, you remember…but…before that, Cullen told me about you, that you were going to be a liaison for the FBI. One of the guys heard you were going to be doing a book signing at Cody's, and so…I went."

"On L Street?"

"Yep…" Booth chuckled, "I wanted to check you out. See for myself who you were."

Brennan blinked, weighing this new information against what she already knew about him. "What did you think?"

Booth laughed and the sound rumbled in the enclosed space, "I thought you were beautiful and smart, and…"

His cheeks flushed, and Brennan could see it, even in the dark night under the high school bleachers.

"You thought what?" she whispered.

Booth pulled in a deep breath, "I thought that I wanted to meet you. I wanted you to look at me and smile. But you never did."

"Oh…sorry."

Booth laughed then, "Don't be sorry, Bones. You were busy. I was there to size you up, and you totally ignored me. That was pretty much when I knew you were going to be my biggest challenge ever. The biggest and most worthwhile, of course," he winked and kissed her, trying to get her to smile. But she never did, her brow still furrowed seriously.

They settled into a silence, and then Booth nudged her lips with his, "What were you going to say, Bones? What have you been thinking about that you don't believe in?"

Brennan paused, biting her bottom lip before sharing, "Well…for example…fate. It's completely irrational, and yet…"

Her eyes were almost pained, and he stilled. The sleeping bag was a cocoon for them both, but her body was insulation to his against the cold in this world. "Yet, what, Bones?" he whispered.

"What if we'd never met?"

Her soft words gave him pause, but then she opened her mouth to continue.

"What would have happened to me if I'd never met you?" Her eyes grew a bit sad. "I know that intellectually, I would have been fine. In fact, I might have spared myself some hurt, but…"

"Bones…" he gasped, his throat tight all of a sudden.

"But I would have missed out on so much," she confessed. "So much good."

Her hands began a sweet pattern against his back, "Booth, I'm glad we didn't know each other when we were younger. I'm glad we didn't know each other before. And even though everyone thought we were together all these years when we weren't, I…I wouldn't trade any of it, if it meant not being able to be with you…just like this."

Booth's jaw worked, and embarrassingly, a single drop fell from his right eye. It landed on her shoulder, and Booth couldn't help but watch as it streaked down her perfect skin. "Bones…"

But in that moment, his words failed him, and he could do nothing but lean down and kiss her.

"I love you" she whispered against his lips, and he moaned, pressing his face to her neck. "I love my new life with you."

Her words caused his breath to hitch in his stomach, and his muscles there pressed and contracted against her stomach.

"Love me, Booth" she encouraged, and he began kissing her throat.

Gently he began to move his hips against hers. The sleeping bag limited their movement but enhanced their physical connection, keeping them locked and snugged together.

There were no words as they moved in unison. Only love.

When he rocked forward, she was there to greet him with her body. When she arched up, he was there to meet her with strength.

Soon they weren't rocking toward one another but with one another, their two bodies as one, back and forth. Heartbeats in unison, perfect symbiosis.

Booth and Brennan, together.

--b&b--

Once their bodies settled in satisfaction, they each grew more aware of their surroundings. Brennan began to shiver slightly, even with Booth's warm torso on hers. But he was no better, and despite their recent activity, his fingers were slightly chilled as he brought them up to smooth her hair again.

"It's practically freezing out here, Bones" he whispered, and she looked around.

"Not practically, Booth. I think it actually is freezing. It's so late and cold that the moisture in the air has already begun to literally freeze to surfaces."

His lips pursed, and he considered. "Up to you, Bones. We can stay here and finish out the fantasy if you want. Sleep all night together under the bleachers, or…"

"Or we can go home and get in a warm bed" she reasoned.

They both paused, and then there was no question. For Booth, he felt a surge of pleasure that she'd said 'home', but he didn't want to make her self-conscious. He just grinned like a goof as he wiggled around to unzip the sleeping bag. It caught a bit and there was a struggle, but he finally came out on top. Brennan laughed at him the whole time.

"Not funny, Bones." He stood up and although buck naked, gallantly held his hand out to pull her up. This time she accepted it, and he grinned, kissing her quickly.

But then a gust of cold wind whipped under the bleachers, and they both gasped, bending over and scrambling to get dressed before running hand in hand to the car.

"Hand me the keys, Bones" Booth said as he ran around to the driver's side.

"I don't have them; you have them" she insisted through chattering teeth. "Hurry up and start the car, and put the roof up."

Booth grumbled and patted his pocket, before remembering where they were. He practically lunged for the backseat and grunted when the seat hit him right in the midsection, but his face was proud when he stood up with the keys. "Got em."

"Good…now…heat!" Brennan hissed.

"Right…right, coming right up, Bones."

Booth started the car up, and then hit the button to release the convertible top to close.

But nothing happened.

They looked at each other with mild horror, and Booth pressed the button again.

Still nothing.

He groaned and wiped his face with his palm. "Two choices here, Bones. One, I drive slow and we don't get that much colder. Two…I drive like crazy and the wind nearly kills us, but we at least are that much quicker to warm."

Brennan didn't hesitate, "Warm. Go."

"Yes, ma'am." Booth saluted her and then put the car in reverse.

Brennan huddled close to his side for the trip, her thin sweater and dress no match for the cold. If Booth hadn't been so freezing himself, he would have enjoyed it a lot more.

But soon enough, they'd reached her apartment. Both of them rushed through the door and back to her bedroom. Seduction was not on the priority list as Brennan hurried over to her drawers and pulled on some flannel pants and a thin but cozy sleeping sweater while Booth pulled on a long sleeve t-shirt and some clean boxers.

They grumbled and rushed until they were snuggled in the bed, under the warm covers.

"Ahhhhhh…" Booth moaned as if he'd been given amazing pleasure, "Yesss…"

"Mmmmmm…."Brennan rubbed up against him, trying to warm her cold feet against his legs.

"Jeez, Bones!" Booth hissed, pulling away from her feet, "Hey, those are cold!"

Brennan huffed and turned, yanking the covers with her. "I can't help it. I'm just trying to warm up."

Booth grabbed her hips from behind and pulled her back, grasping for at least his section of the blankets. "Now, Bones…" he murmured, wrapping his arms around her and letting one hand slide up under her sweater to caress the underside of her breasts, "you need to share…"

Brennan moaned and then tensed. "Booth…"

"It's okay" he mocked lightly, "You just need improvement, that's all…"

Brennan huffed and snatched the covers all the way to her side of the bed.

"Oh, I don't think so" Booth challenged and practically tackled her, his chest rumbling with laughter.

Brennan was pinned underneath him, and she looked up into his eyes before she began laughing too.

Booth pulled her close and then brought the covers up and over their heads, enveloping them with their mutual warmth . "But you're not allowed to share with anyone but me, Bones. That's the rule."

"Ah, you make the rules, do you?" she taunted playfully, letting her hands rub over his back.

Booth just laughed and kissed her, "Something like that…" he grinned against her lips.

"Mmm…we'll see…" Brennan kissed him before flipping them so he was on his back. She settled onto him and let her lips caress his for long moments before she sighed and relaxed at his side. "Thanks for tonight."

Booth didn't say anything, but just kept her close.

"Thanks for everything, Booth," she whispered as she fell asleep.

--b&b--

Well, sorry I'm kind of late. But, I actually want to say that for this story, I'm going to take my time. I think I can still get it done this week, but in the past, I MADE myself do it in one week. And if for example, I'm not feeling a chapter, I'm not going to force it. It's like…I don't know, this story is the baby of the 'week' family, so I have to spoil it a little, haha.

I hope you liked this chapter okay. 'Wednesday' and 'Thursday' will be more 'fantasy-esque', I promise.