Hello, hello! This little one shot is dedicated to pal Sleepless, who has been a little under the weather lately, and to celebrate that she finished her awesome story Fated. Seriously, if you haven't read that one, stop what you're doing and go read it right now! This piddly little OS can wait!

-b&b-

On the mornings where his feet and legs protested getting out of bed, Booth sometimes acknowledged to himself that he was getting older. He didn't like to say it out loud, because God knew Brennan was always quick to agree with him AND point out more 'evidence' as well as predictions for future aging indicators. And yeah, he didn't exactly like thinking of that. Especially if she was still in bed, looking pretty and just a bit too mussed to pull off pert. He usually could stop her scientific speech with a few well timed kisses and murmurs of exaggeration of how she must prefer a man of experience such as himself. Hell, when he did the math, he realized he had 25 years of experience under his belt. That sure as hell made him feel old, even if he had been an early bloomer.

On the mornings when she wasn't in bed with him when he woke up, he frowned and grumbled and took twice as long sliding out from beneath the warm covers to press his feet against the cold floor. This was one of those Saturday mornings, and he waited just a few minutes more, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands and trying to stretch his body as much as possible. Just as he thought he really needed to get up, he heard the front door open and close. Holding still, he could make out the faint humming Brennan was doing as she made her way back to the bedroom. Resting his hands beneath his head, he smiled and waited for her.

She entered quickly, her face and neck covered with a slight sheen of sweat from her early morning run. Her skin was flushed a pretty pink, and Booth's eyes lingered over the way her curves filled out her tight workout clothes.

When he met her gaze, her eyebrow rose suspiciously, and he knew she was one second away from commenting to him about wasting the day away. He shot up from the bed and was in front of her before she could speak, and he bit back a smile when her own gaze slid over his bare chest. Ah, Bones, he thought.

"Hey," was all he said before leaning down and pressing his lips against hers. "Good morning, by the way."

Her hands landed just below his shoulders, but when he slid his fingers against her nape and kissed her again, she didn't push him away.

Gently, his tongue pressed against her bottom lip until she gave him access. The kiss deepened and he rested his other palm on her side, rubbing his thumb against her waist. When her fingers curled slightly against his chest, he smiled against her mouth, tightening his grip by wrapping his arm around her completely.

"Booth," she chided a bit, but there was no bite in her tone as he slowly backed them both up toward the bed. "I need a shower."

He grunted his disagreement and slipped his hands beneath her shirt, automatically cupping her breasts and skimming her sensitive nipples through her sports bra.

"I'm a little dirty, Booth," she complained, but her body betrayed her by leaning closer to his touch and the bed.

"You're very dirty," he grinned devilishly and sat down on the bed, pulling her to stand between his legs. "That's one thing I like most about you, Bones."

Her lips curved up in a small, disbelieving smirk, and then she couldn't help but laugh. Booth gave her his most charming smile as he inched her shirt up toward her arms. Brennan huffed a bit, but then gave in, yanking the shirt, and then her bra, up and over her head.

"Mmmm," Booth nodded appreciatively. "That's what I'm talking about." Brennan laughed again and placed her hands on his shoulders. Booth placed open mouthed kisses along the bottom curves of her breasts, running his hands up and down her soft and bare back. Only when she whimpered a bit did he move his lips upward, barely skimming over her crinkled and plump nipples. He didn't give her the heat of his mouth just yet; instead, he ran his rough chin along her breasts, smiling when she shivered at the gentle sandpaper feel.

"Booth, please suck me," she directed, her bossy words coated with husky arousal. Booth loved when she told him exactly what she wanted. He didn't always give it to her…at least not right away, but it turned him on when she made those whispery little demands. He'd known a lot of women in his days, some were cute, some drop dead gorgeous, and some pretty, but Brennan was the only woman he'd ever known who managed to be all of those things and more at the same time, and combined with her innate sexiness and their love, she was always irresistible to him. So he did as she asked, parting his lips around one tight nipple and applying soft suction, just like he knew she liked.

She tasted incredible, all warm skin and her perfect essence. Combined with her fingers spearing through his hair to keep her in place, Booth could easily stay in that exact spot for hours if she'd let him. But she rarely did for long. Just as Booth kissed his way to nip and suck at her other breast, she took over, moving so she could straddle his thighs and sit on his lap. The movement put them at eye-level, and Booth tugged her close, closing his eyes for a second at the way her damp and tight breasts grazed his chest. Her mouth found his and as their tongues tangled, she writhed on his lap. Her hands pressed to his chest and then he was on his back, the rumpled comforter soft and cool against his skin in comparison to the heat Brennan was generating on top of him. He opened his eyes and met her gaze, seeing a small challenge there. He knew what it meant; he'd started this whole thing and he damn well needed to finish it. Fine with him.

Using his elbows as leverage, he scooted back on the bed until only his knees and lower legs were hanging from the side. Grasping her hips, he yanked her forward until he was eye-level with the waistband of her pants. She gasped, but he recognized the sound as delicious anticipation. Booth hooked his thumbs into her pants and pulled down an inch, lifting his neck to lick at the skin he uncovered. A slight hitch in her hips told him she was sensitive, and he smiled to himself before repeating the process again and again, lowering her pants only an inch or so at a time and spending several moments nibbling and licking at the skin revealed to him. When he could easily manage it, he cupped her bottom in his palms and slid her pants to the tops of her thighs, where he laid soft kisses and gently licks on her skin. Her arousal was addicting, and time and again, he was drawn to her most genuine heat, nudging her folds with his nose and lips with soft brushes before torturing her inner thighs again.

"Booth," she finally rasped out, her voice tinged with impatience. He felt something hit the top of his head and used one hand to grasp the pillow she'd tossed at him.

"Okay, Bones," he laughed and pressed the pillow under his neck for support. The new position gave him access to everything he wanted and let his hands be free to cup her inner thighs and spread her a bit more to his mouth. The movement spread her lower lips for him and he sucked her clit into his mouth several times before playing a devastating lick over her entire sex.

She shuddered and cursed, and the sound was muffled. Booth couldn't see her from his position, but he imagined her gripping the comforter, her face gorgeously tight with anticipation. He repeated his movements, sucking her and licking her with alternating tongue strokes until she began to arch and rotate her hips on his face. He inserted a long finger into her sheath and gasped at her tight warmth and the way she coated his finger with cream. He slipped his wet finger over her clit and filled her up with his tongue, anxious to taste everything she had and more.

They were both moaning now, her at the exquisite pleasure coursing through her body and him at the deep warmth against his tongue. It was several seconds before he registered she was tugging at his hair. He backed away and blinked, hearing her finally.

"I need you, Booth," she pleaded, and he understood. Cupping her hips in his hands, he flipped her onto her back and moved over her. He slid two fingers into her and then pressed his mouth against hers, keeping their eyes locked as he slowly built her back up to an orgasm. Her hands caressed him and she arched against his palm, hissing when the heel of his hand pressed against her clit. Booth lowered his chest until her breasts brushed against him and when her eyes drooped in pleasure, he paused.

She'd asked for him, and she needed to stay with him. Wordlessly, she understood and looped her arms around his neck and held his gaze. They were no longer kissing, just staring into one another's eyes as he took her up, up, up and over, still gently cupping her mound and she shuddered and lazily came beneath him.

He used his other hand to trace her bottom lip. "You're so pretty when you come, Bones."

She flushed a shade deeper than her natural rosy skin, and her eyes closed for a second before re-opening on him. "Thank you. So are you," she murmured, tracing her own finger along his jawline.

Booth flushed a bit and smirked. "Men aren't pretty, Bones."

With a haughty smile, she reached between them and cupped his long length through his snug boxers. "I believe I would know best, Booth. I have a front row seat."

He laughed and rolled them over until she was straddling him. He cupped her breasts in his hands and moaned as she slid off of him, taking his boxers with her before straddling him again and sinking down onto him in one slick move. "Baby, you've got the only seat in the house."

She laughed as well before beginning a seductive rhythm. "I should hope so, Booth."

-b&b-