Congratulations, Ren, on your major accomplishment! WHOOHOOOOO! May you have much success in your next venture, even if that means doing nothing for like 10 minutes or something! You deserve it! Now, to celebrate, here are "Five Reasons Booth Is Still Dazzled"

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#1. Because she knows the truth of him, too

The clap of thunder jolted him, but it was the realization that Brennan wasn't sleeping beside him that fully woke him up. Still, his hand traced the mussed sheets where she'd been only hours before. He blinked a few times before rolling to his back and staring at the ceiling. The bed was warm and the sound of the ceiling fan soothed him. But with the bedroom door open, he could hear her soft murmurs coming from the nursery. Booth remained on his back for a few more seconds before gritting his teeth and moving his legs off the side of the bed. His tense feet rebelled, but he clenched his jaw and stretched them out until he could put his full weight on them. With a groan, he stood and fairly limped his way toward the nursery, Brennan's soft voice growing more pronounced the closer he got.

What he saw there didn't surprise him—it wasn't the first time he'd found her standing at their sleeping daughter's crib in the middle of the night. At first, her pretty brow had been creased with worry as she'd measured and analyzed little Christine's breathing patterns. And then she'd wanted to make sure she slept through the night. But now, as he leaned in the doorway, he realized this was just one of those times where she had something on her mind and she wanted to talk to her daughter.

Don't worry, Booth, she'd told him the first time he'd caught her. I'm well aware that while sleeping she isn't likely to understand what I'm saying. Still, it's important for her to hear my voice.

He'd just smiled and nodded and coaxed her back to bed. But now, he merely watched, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned in the doorway.

Rain tapped at the windows and her low words felt like a spoken lullaby against the soft wind and infant sighs.

"He was the first man…the first person really, who ever got to know me. Your father is a very good man; he's just incredibly good. I never set out to have one person I cared for the most, but he was persistent."

Booth's mouth curved up in a smile as he listened to her words. He was about to make his presence known when she continued.

"I think he sometimes thought he didn't deserve happiness. But the truth is that he deserves the most happiness. It took me a long time to realize I could make him happy."

Whether she'd known he was standing there or not, he wasn't sure. But there was no surprise on her face when she turned around and met his eyes.

"C'mere," he murmured, his voice low and husky with sleep.

Brennan walked toward him, and immediately, he pulled her into his arms. He buried his face in her neck and inhaled; his heart swelled so much, he was afraid it would burst from his chest. "I love you, Bones," he kissed her cheek and neck. There was so much he could have said, but he just had to show her…he had to show her how much she meant to him. He knew that she knew he loved her, but sometimes…it was just too much. In the past, there were times he'd thought he'd explode and go crazy not being able to tell her how he felt. But now that he had her in his life, in his arms, in his bed, the feeling only amplified. His hands roamed possessively over her back, and he growled his appreciation at the feel of her bare thighs against his hands. Pressed against him, he felt her full breasts against his chest, and her nipples hardened through her thin sleep tank.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, and he palmed her bottom before lifting her in his arms and walking back toward their bedroom. She hooked her legs around his waist and moaned as his hard length pressed between her thighs. Booth rasped out a groan and couldn't help pressing her against the wall just inside their bedroom door. When she let out a pleased laugh, he pressed his hips against hers, rotating and shifting until she was digging her fingernails into his bare biceps. "Booth, please," she gasped, and he groaned.

"Okay," he grabbed her hands and walked backward to their bed. He fell back and stared up at her as he kicked off his boxers. "Get rid of the panties but leave on your top."

Her eyes went bright with wanting and heat and promises that took his breath away. Eagerly, she pushed her underwear down and climbed on top of him to straddle his thighs.

"You like this tank top?" she asked, already planting her hands on his wide shoulders

"I like these," he replied as his palms slid beneath the silky fabric to cup her breasts. "You get me hot, Bones."

She laughed and gripped his erection in her hand, tormenting him by using her fingers on his base while teasing his head with her wet heat. Soon, it was his turn to beg.

"Bones, please," he ran his hands over her bare skin before returning to her breasts and lightly thumbing her nipples.

"Oh," she gasped and tossed her head back with pleasure as she sank down onto him all the way.

"Yeah," he groaned, loving the firm mattress beneath him and the lush, hot woman above him. "Nice and slow, Bones. Just like that."

With one hand, he cupped her hip and followed her rhythm, his eyes nearly going crossed at the way she rode him, so tight and wet. He loved the way her breasts filled out her sleep shirt, but in that moment, he really wanted to see her. While she moved, he tugged the fabric up and over her head, leaving her completely bare. Unable to resist her a moment longer, he rose up on his elbows and used his mouth on her, licking, kissing and sucking any part of her he could reach.

He tongued her hard nipples, sucking them before kissing his way to her perfect shoulders. He gently scraped his teeth against her earlobe and then used the tip of his tongue to trace her jawline. And all the while, Brennan wrapped around him like a vine, her body moving up and down on his. She rubbed her breasts against his chest, and he felt the moment when her nipples grew even tighter—signaling her orgasm.

Booth wrapped his arms around her back and held her close as she squeezed him with her internal muscles and pulled his own orgasm out of him, leaving him breathless and slightly dazed.

After a long moment, he blinked his eyes open and smiled. She was draped over him, all lush curves and soft skin. "This is my favorite thing, Bones," he murmured, and then felt a rush of satisfaction when she could barely lift her neck up high enough to meet his gaze. Her forehead was flushed, and her eyes slightly distant in the way that told him she'd been well pleasured.

"Sex?" she asked, her brow slightly furrowed.

Booth chuckled, his stomach pressing against the curve of hers at the motion. "No. Well…yeah, but I mean this…" he lifted one hand and motioned toward their bodies. "You, happy, on top of me. Head to toe, every inch of you on every inch of me. I love the way you feel on me, Bones. Here," he splayed his fingers over her thighs before moving them up her sides to skim them against the sides of her breasts where they were pressed so perfectly against his chest. "I love it when you ride me like that, and when you come so hard, I can't help but follow you over, baby."

Her nostrils flared a bit, and he felt a flex of her inner muscles against his body, letting him know that she liked it when he talked that way.

"You're incredible, Bones," he added before rolling them both until she was beneath him. Lightly, he traced her hair. "But more than that," he murmured. "You're perfect for me. And you're the only one who truly makes me happy."

She smiled and gently cupped the back of his neck, pulling him down for a soft kiss.

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#2. Because she still surprises him, in the best way (Blackout in the Blizzard tag)

Booth took another swig of his beer and enjoyed the way Brennan's arm felt pressed against his. The damn bleacher seats weren't even close to the most comfortable seats in his apartment, but she hadn't made any move to get up, so he wasn't going to either.

After a few moments, he felt her looking at him, but when he glanced over, she looked away, almost studiously examining the label on her beer bottle. It happened again, but this time, their eyes held, and he could see a question forming in her mind.

"What is it, Bones?" he asked.

She didn't reply right away, and he could see a soft smile starting in her eyes. Curiosity had him naturally leaning toward her even more, and he smiled when she didn't pull away.

"Nothing," she replied, and he didn't believe her for one second. But she clearly didn't want to express what was going on in her mind, and he wasn't in any mood to fight. They'd both revealed a lot already, and just thinking about it all started a low warmth in his belly.

"I should probably get home," she commented before setting her bottle on the table and standing up.

"Need a ride?" he offered, and she shot him a quick glance.

"No," her voice was slightly suspicious. "Why would I?"

He shrugged a shoulder. "You've had a lot to drink tonight."

"I've had the same amount as you," Brennan insisted, motioning toward the four beer bottles on the table.

"Well, yeah," he leaned back in his seat and stretched. "But I'm bigger than you."

Her hands landed on her hips. "That's not the only indicator of alcohol tolerance. It's-"

He cut her off by standing up quickly, and their close proximity made her eyes widen. It made his heart speed up as well. The banter and flirtatiousness between them felt new again and yet oh, so familiar. And once again, he saw a flicker of…something in her eyes. Some sort of question she wanted to ask, but for some reason wasn't.

Booth cleared his throat and the moment ended. He watched as Brennan gathered her winter coat, hat and scarf, and he followed her toward the door. At the last minute, she turned to say goodnight, and she looked so cute…standing there in her hat. He couldn't resist tugging on her scarf a bit. When her lips parted, he made a show of making sure her coat was fastened all of the way. His cheeks felt warm as he cleared his throat again. "You…uh, you should be all set, Bones," he murmured softly.

He resisted the urge to cup her shoulders, to keep touching her as memories of the day coursed through his mind—her wide eyes and breathy voice as she told him she'd imagined them in bed together. The soft but sure touch of her hands as she'd massaged his thigh. The sweet way she'd smiled when he'd nudged her arm with his and teased her. And the vulnerable way she'd made it clear she still wanted to try for more with him when they were both ready. In her eyes, he saw all of those things and what felt like 100 more moments. The flicker from before was back, and this time, he didn't want to take no for an answer. "What is it, Bones?" he asked, one hand reaching behind her for the doorknob. "What are you thinking about?"

She stared at him for a moment before smiling softly. "I was just…well, I was thinking…" her eyes narrowed a bit. "Do you really think we'll be good together? In bed?"

Everything grew tight all at once, and without permission, his other hand hit the door behind her. He'd effectively trapped her between him and the door, but he was more surprised about it. All of the good reasons he had for taking it slow seemed to vanish between them as quickly as the flittery hot dog wrappers in the candle fire—like an infinity of wishes sacrificed to the universe swirling around them.

"Yeah, Bones," he finally found his voice, his eyes tracing from her soft gaze to her gently parted lips and back. "I do."

When she didn't reply, his eyebrows rose. "Do you?"

"Yes," she replied quickly, and for a fraction of a second, her fingers brushed against his chest as if to reassure him. "There is an incredible amount of proof to support my theory as well."

Her assured smugness was addictively sweet, and he couldn't help but grin. All of a sudden, everything was going to be fine. Just absolutely perfectly fine.

Booth grinned and looked away a second before moving back and opening the door. "I'll see you tomorrow, Bones. Be careful out there," he watched as she left his apartment, and he watched her until she was out of his sight. Even then, he stood by his door for a moment longer and smiled.

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#3. Because she's freaking dazzling, that's why.

Her head shifted on her pillow and she glanced his way. "It's only one night, Booth," Brennan rolled her eyes, and Booth knew she thought he was being over-dramatic.

"I know that, Bones…but it's the first night," he explained unnecessarily, overcoming her resistance and pulling her into his arms.

She smiled indulgently and placed her hands on his chest. "I know," she conceded. "I admit that after these past few weeks…it will be strange not sleeping in the same bed as you. But you'll only be gone one night."

It was true, he'd signed up for a conference in Philly the year before, and it wasn't a huge deal. But after being with her every night for the past month, he already knew the hotel bed would be cold and lonely and he'd barely be able to get any sleep. She'd become his most addictive nightcap, and he just plain loved sleeping with her and waking up with her the next morning.

He sighed grumpily, and she laughed, leaning in to plant a quick kiss against his frowning lips. The sweet action made him smile, and then she laughed again.

"I love the sound of your laugh," he admitted on a rush, and Brennan blinked.

"Thank you," she answered, and this time when she laughed, it was softer…a little breathless.

Booth stared at her, feeling a bit shy at his confession. But he was emboldened by her response and he tugged her closer. "See…this. Right here. This is what I'm gonna miss the most, Bones," he growled, hooking one of her legs over his hips.

She smiled and looped her arms around his neck. "Sex?"

He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, and she chuckled.

"It's just not as good without you, Bones," he joked, his tone dramatic.

She tilted her head to the side, and her eyes narrowed. "Well, sometimes."

Instantly, his hand tightened on her back. "Bones," he warned.

"I'm not saying self-stimulation is better than intercourse," she insisted, a pink flush already covering her cheeks. "I'm merely pointing out that people can become quite adept at satisfying their own sexual needs." There was a pause, and then, "I know I did."

"See it to believe it," Booth muttered without thinking, and then they both froze slightly, each one eyeing the other.

"Are you…asking to see that?" Brennan pulled back and leaned up on one elbow. Booth's gaze traced over her face and down to her waist where her sweatshirt revealed a small strip of skin above her sleep pants.

"Are you…offering?" he replied, letting his fingers gently skim over the sheet between their bodies.

"I would…if you ask," she deferred, and his eyes narrowed.

"You're gonna make me ask? That's how it's gonna be?" he matched her position, and then she saw the small quirk to his lips. "Okay, yeah. I can do this. How about it, Bones?" he motioned toward the bed and waited until she moved onto her back. "Will you…that is, um…will you, you know…touch yourself. For me." He cleared his throat. "Get yourself off and make yourself come. Like you would-"

"Before we were together?" she offered, and his eyes went nearly black at the thought.

"I was going to say 'as if I'm not here', but yeah, that works too," he licked his lips and swallowed.

"I will," she replied, and her prim little answer made him chuckle and flush at the same time.

"To clarify," she continued. "Are you wanting me to touch myself like I did when I fantasized about you or about someone else."

"Bones!" he choked out a horrified gasp, and she took pity on him, leaning up and kissing him with a smile before settling back against her pillow.

Booth stared down at her and then shifted until he was on his side and could watch her every move. He watched as she closed her eyes and settled her arms at her side. He saw the nearly imperceptible shift of her hips against the mattress, just a gentle rocking motion. Then she swept her hair up over her head, leaving it splayed against her pillow as she traced two fingertips against her neck.

Booth felt himself get very warm, and he wondered if he could survive this. Willing himself not to launch himself at her, he kept watching.

She traced the collar of her sweatshirt, a light touch intending to tease and arouse. Booth saw the faintest press of her nipples against her sweatshirt, and he knew they weren't completely hard yet—all it would take is a scrape of his teeth against the skin below her ear or on the sole of her foot, any one of her erogenous zones. But this was her show.

Brennan sighed deeply and, in a move that surprised him, peeled her sweatshirt completely up and off of her body. He'd expected teasing, a flash of skin here, a caress of a breast there. But now, she was completely bare from the waist up, and his mouth watered at her pale skin. She stroked her sides and her stomach, and her hips shot up from the bed at the small patch of skin beneath her belly button. He knew she was ticklish there, and he watched her tease around it.

She smoothed her palms over her stomach and then up to curve against the undersides of her breasts. A frustrated frown caused her brow to furrow when she denied herself more pleasure and moved her hands back down her stomach. She repeated the process a few times, and let her thumbs stroke closer and closer to her nipples with each pass, never quite touching them. They were growing tighter under his gaze, and Booth watched as Brennan licked her lips. He wanted to lean over and suck on her, to pull her into his mouth while she fingered herself and came, but he also wanted to see her touch herself. He filed it away as another fantasy and murmured his appreciation for her actions.

Her eyes opened quickly, almost as if she'd forgotten he was even there. They looked at one another for a moment and without breaking eye contact, Brennan used her thumbs and forefingers to gently pinch her nipples. She groaned then, low and long and repeated the motion, her eyes slamming shut in pleasure. She cupped her breasts, stroking them with occasional pinches to the tight peaks. Booth knew just how she liked to be pleasured, and he also knew how her body responded. He was certain that if he cupped her between her legs that he'd find her hot and damp for him.

All of a sudden, she moved, turning onto her hands and knees. Booth watched with fascination as she began rubbing just the tips of her breasts against the textured sheet. She was gasping and working, moaning each time her nipples made contact with the material. Occasionally, she pressed her entire upper body against the bed, grinding her hips to the mattress before she'd rise up on her hands again and continue the process.

"I used to imagine you with me," she confessed, and Booth grew harder at her husky words. Up until that point, they'd both been fairly silent. "I'd imagine you telling me all of the things you wanted to do to me."

He swallowed hard. "Do you want me to talk to you now?" He would; he absolutely would. He'd tell her about how he wanted nothing more than to peel her pants off and bury his face in her heat from below. How he wanted to straddle her from behind and stroke into her until she came so hard she nearly killed him.

"No," she panted, turning onto her back once more and squeezing her breasts to maintain a heavy pressure. "I want to do it. I want to do this."

"Okay," he nodded, his eyes roving over her body. "Okay, yeah. Whatever you want, baby."

Brennan pulled in a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves. She ran her hands against the waistband of her pants before skimming her fingers up and over her breasts a few times. Only when her hips began to constantly arch up at every touch did she slip one hand into her pants. Booth watched as she stroked her skin once, twice, a third time before pulling her hand back out. She used her damp fingers to rub one nipple, gently tugging on the other with her opposite hand.

"I used to imagine you tasting me. All over," she told him, her voice breathless as she hooked her thumbs into her pants and moved them down her hips. They were easy to kick off and she let them pool at the end of her bed. "We were always eating together, and often, I'd come home, wet and needy, just thinking about your mouth and what I wanted you to do with me."

"Damn, Bones," Booth rasped out, unable to keep completely silent. She was going to make him come in his boxers. When she palmed the insides of her thighs, he couldn't help but cup his dick and try to stem the throbbing he felt.

"But I wanted your hands too," she continued, smoothing her own hands over her body in wide, deliberate strokes, as if she was imagining him touching her. She didn't hold back at all, and Booth groaned when he caught sight of her shiny wet opening.

Brennan planted her feet on the bed and let her knees fall open. She used one finger to stroke through her folds and cupped her breast with the other hand. Booth recognized her rhythm and watched as she ran the pad of her finger over her clit in circles. Her eyes were closed, and her lips parted. She dipped two fingers into her opening, gently stroking just the inside. Booth knew the way she loved it when he inserted just the tip of his cock into her pussy, and his mouth watered at the thought of replacing her fingers with his tongue. He moved his hand into his boxers and gripped the base of his cock before running his fingers down to the head. Pre-cum pearled out of his slit, and he cursed low in his throat as he rubbed it down his shaft. He was torturing himself, he knew, getting himself wet while watching her slick fingers disappear into her body.

"Now talk to me," she demanded, and Booth blinked, forcing his eyes away from where she was stroking herself. He stared at her face for a moment, watching as she never opened her eyes. Then he moved off of the bed. He walked around it, getting the visual from all angles as he stripped off his boxers.

"Bones, you have no idea how fucking hot you are right now. I'm about to come in my own hand, just watching you."

Her eyes flew open again at his words, and they narrowed at the way he was fisting his own cock, stroking in time with her moans.

"You gotta know that for as many times as you got yourself off thinking of me, I was doing the same thing, thinking of you, baby. So many times I tried to stop." He paused near the headboard and then leaned over her, one hand still wrapped around his throbbing dick and the other hand planted to the bed near her pillow. "But I couldn't stop. It wasn't possible, was it, baby?"

"No," she gasped, her fingers moving even more frantically as she watched his hips rock into his fist, the dark slide of his hard and thick length pushing through his tight grip. "I could never stop for long."

"Yeah," he grunted, and he knew he was close. They needed to make a decision, but he couldn't seem to stop talking. "Know what that tells me?" he hissed out a sharp breath when she ran her fingers through her creamy core and then dragged them against his bare thigh. Enough was enough. He straddled her, and let his dripping cock press against her lower stomach. His mouth hovered over her breasts and he sucked one nipple and then the other before moving up and capturing her mouth in a hard kiss. "That tells me that we're made for each other, Bones." With that, he reared back and thrust inside of her in one move. "Fucking made for each other, baby"

"Oh, yes," Brennan cried out, her hands gripping his ass as he rocked into her again and again. She undulated beneath him and within three strokes, she was flooding around him as she came, squeezing and fisting his cock with her body.

Booth buried himself deeper, his neck arching back as his body pressed her into the mattress. He felt the pressure at the base of his spine, and then the pleasure shot forward, out of him and into her in a rush that left him breathless and vulnerable in her arms. "Bones", he whispered. "Bones, Bones, Bones," over and over, her name tripped from his lips.

With a groan, he rolled onto his back, bringing her with him until she was tucked up against him. He sighed happily when she curled her arm over his stomach and kissed his side.

The clock in the living room signaled it was midnight, and Booth groaned at the realization that he had to leave her in less than eight hours. Brennan knew what he was thinking and chuckled softly, kissing him again. With more energy than he could muster, she moved until they were face to face. "It's just one night, Booth…" she promised with a kiss to the side of his mouth.

"Yeah," he mumbled. "But it's the first night."

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#4. Because she gets fierce

"And why exactly are you telling me this, Angela?" Booth balanced his phone against his shoulder as he maneuvered through traffic.

The artist's laugh was almost too loud for the phone, and Booth winced.

"Because," he heard her say. "Now that you're together—you can be the one to get her and make sure she doesn't kill anyone."

Angela hung up, and Booth stared at his phone for a moment, considering her words. With a sigh, he changed lanes and then moved the SUV in the opposite direction of his apartment and in the direction of the Jeffersonian.

It only took a few moments to park and then find the small work-out room for Jeffersonian employees. It was abandoned, with the exception of one intense genius-his intense genius. And he realized right away that Angela had been right. She was furious about something. He watched with admiration as she pounded away at the punching bag, alternating punches and kicks. Her ponytail was higher than normal, making her hair stand out straight in parts, giving her an even more annoyed look. He scanned his access card through the slot and silently entered, standing at the doorway. He wasn't sure whether to stop her or not. He knew better than most how refreshingly cathartic it could be to just pound frustrations out once and for all. And, when she was furious about something, he almost always found himself slightly dazed.

Her fierce eyes and flushed skin made her incredibly beautiful, and the way she would spit out words faster than just about anything always had him fighting to keep up. In her skintight, no-nonsense workout gear, she moved with precision and fluidity, a rare combination only she could accomplish.

It wasn't entirely fair that her fury and passion made him hot. She sometimes made his blood boil, but most of the time she just made his body thrum with anticipation. He sensed the exact moment she noticed him, a small flinch in one movement where she backed off a fraction of an inch.

She ignored him for a few more moments, but circled the punching bag with jabs and kicks.

"I'm angry" she said, after a few moments, still continuing her workout.

"At me?" he asked, honestly unable to think of anything that could possibly be between them.

"No," is all she answered, and she was silent for several more minutes as she punched.

It was fine by him—he loved watching her. He crossed his arms over his chest and studied her movements, noticing everything about her. The graceful line of her fingers, wrapped in boxer's tape. The fine sheen of sweat against her brow. The tiny curls at the nape of her neck. The drop of perspiration slipping down between her breasts. The way one shoelace was coming undone. He was so lost in his admiration of her that he almost missed her next words.

"Do not try to make me feel better," she warned, and for the first time, she stopped moving. She stood before him, a tall line of barely concealed frustration. "You can do that. You can hug me and make me feel better just by saying the right thing." She pointed toward him with narrowed eyes. "But do not do that. I don't want to feel better. I want to be mad right now. Do you understand?"

She was so fucking gorgeous—she blew his freaking mind. Unable to stop himself, he took a step toward her. He saw a flash of fear in her eyes. Genuine fear that he would flirt and cajole her into a smile when she so clearly wanted to be pissed off at the world…or at least at some unknown part of it. "Do not hug me right now," she practically spit out the demand

"Don't worry, Bones," he growled, moving to stand within arms' length of her. "The only thing I wanna do right now is fuck you."

Her eyes narrowed, and he stood his ground. She brazenly looked him over from head to toe, and he made no move to hide the erection forming in his dress pants.

"Tell me you want that, and I'll do it. Right here, right now," he promised darkly. "Tell me you want me to leave, and I'll do that too."

Her nipples beaded beneath her sports bra, and then she gave him a single nod. It was all he needed before he pounced on her, immediately dragging her to the floor and covering her with his body. He fisted her workout pants and pushed them down as far as he could before shoving his hand between her legs. He sucked two fingers into his mouth before pressing them against her opening, groaning when they slid right in with no resistance.

Her gaze was almost icy in color, but such a blue heat as she studied him. She made no move to help him as he unfastened his belt and zipper. With two strokes to his cock, he was ready, and he teased her opening for a second before sliding inside. Only then did she arch back and hiss.

He fucked her, keeping his promise. There were no soothing words, no soft touches, no teasing kisses or murmurs of love. Just his cock deep inside her, over and over. He pressed his body against hers, and let his elbows fall to the floor as he pistoned into her, riding her low and hard. She got wetter around him, and he got harder. Booth ignored her parted lips and instead bit and licked at her nipples through her bra. Brennan's pants made it impossible for her to wrap her legs around his waist, but she bucked her hips against his and dug the heels of her hands into his back and shoulders. After a few moments, she yanked her bra over her breasts, and Booth got the message, licking and sucking at her with tongue lashes and sharp teeth.

His hips started to tense up as he sped up his pace. Normally, he would use words, verbally encourage her to come apart for him. She loved it when he talked dirty to her. But tonight, the only sounds were his soft grunts and the slap of his flesh against hers as he slammed into her over and over. She began panting and rotating her hips in a circular motion. He recognized it as her impending orgasm, and he gave her more of his weight as he bore down and fucked her as hard as he could.

Brennan buried her face in his neck, and just as she clenched around him, he swore he heard a whispered "Booth" in his ear. But there was no time to think as he kept up his rhythm and then completely shattered inside her.

Harsh breaths gave way to softer sighs and Booth forced himself to move off of her. He stared at her face, trying to gauge her reaction. She didn't say a word, but she did accept his hand when he offered to help her up. Booth fixed her pants while she fixed her bra, and then he watched her watch him as he refastened his pants and belt.

Her chin jutted out with just the slightest stubborn tilt. "I'm not leaving yet." And Booth knew better than to argue. She'd talk to him about it, if and when she ever wanted to. And if she never did, she'd still be coming home to him, and that was all he cared about.

"I'll see you later, Bones," he replied with a quick kiss to her lips before he turned and left the gym. He felt her eyes on him as he walked, but when he closed the door, he turned and saw her circling the punching bag once again.

-b&b-

#5. Because she's girly too, sometimes

Booth briskly ran a towel over his hair, not caring that it stood on end. He wrapped another towel around his waist and whistled softly as he walked from the bathroom to the bedroom. What he saw there made him pause and then blink.

Brennan was seated at her vanity, her brow gently furrowed as she meticulously applied fingernail polish to her nails. Her hair was unbound and loose, curling in soft waves around her shoulders, and she was dressed only in a pale pink robe. Her face was fresh and void of makeup, and he heard her humming. It was too soft to make out, but he recognized it as either a song she was trying to remember the words to or some equations she was working out in her mind. Everything about her was pretty and feminine, and…he wanted her.

"Hey, Bones," he spoke up as he walked over to her, immediately pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Pretty," he commented and then traced a finger down her arm. When he leaned down to kiss her lips, she complied, but then pulled away. "Don't…" she motioned with her hands and then jerked them back carefully. "Don't touch me. The polish needs to dry."

His eyebrows rose. "Me touching you doesn't have an effect on your nail polish, Bones," he argued, already moving back in.

Brennan's lips firmed to a straight line and she stood up, trying to move away from him. Booth eyed her, unable to stop his smile. She was just too freaking adorable. He scratched his chin and pretended to consider. "The way I see it…the only way me touching you would affect your nail polish is if you can't seem to keep your hands off me," he teased, laughing when she rolled her eyes.

Her annoyance was her miscalculation, and he used his best skills to grab her and pin her hands to the wall so quickly, she didn't even see it coming. She gasped, but she was already at his mercy, her fingers splayed against the wall as he braced his body against hers from behind. "Booth!"

"You're fine," he insisted with a seductive tone. "Look. Nothing happened to your nails," he murmured, already smoothing her hair over one shoulder so he could press a soft kiss to the side of her neck. "You just stay here…just like this, and everything will be just fine, Bones."

His hands trailed over her sides, and he smiled at finding her naked beneath her robe. She shivered, and he watched as her nipples pearled against the fabric. Still behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and cupped the undersides of her breasts, rubbing his thumbs just under her nipples until she squirmed and tried to move into his touch. Booth laughed and ignored her wordless demands. Instead, he loosened the ties of her robe until the silky material fell open, exposing her from her neck to her knees.

"Take it off," she demanded huskily, and the sound made Booth's mouth go dry. He knew exactly what it meant when she sounded just like that. It meant she was as ready for it as he was, and he loved that he had her just where he wanted her.

"Nope," he palmed her bare stomach and pressed up against her from behind, letting her feel him through her flimsy robe and his towel. "That would require moving your arms, and we don't want to mess up your nail polish, do we, Bones?" he mocked.

She cursed at him, and he laughed, loving that he was getting her riled, but loving even more that she was going along with it. He skimmed one hand down to cup her mound and groaned at the heat he found. His other hand curved upward and he started thumbing one nipple as he used his other thumb to gently stroke over her slit. She was already wet, and he inhaled a sharp breath, forcing himself to keep a slow pace. "So now, tell me, Bones. Did you just feel like painting your nails, or is there some special occasion I'm not aware of?" His words were casual, but he increased the pressure of his touch just a fraction. She kept her hands pressed to the wall but also leaned back against him, using his strength to widen her stance a bit. It caused her lower lips to part, and on the next upward brush of his thumb, he touched her slippery clit. She bit her lip and moaned, and he did it again, adding a pinch to her nipple with his other thumb and forefinger. She rotated her hips then, and it was his turn to groan.

"Just…felt like it," she confessed, letting her head fall back against his shoulder as she began to work her hips against his hand. He saw the tension in her wrists and knew there was nothing she wanted more than to take his hands in hers and force him to touch her more, to touch her harder, deeper and faster.

"Hmmm, I like that." he weighed her response and then stepped back. She gasped and whirled around, but he gripped her elbows. "Don't worry, Bones. I'm not done yet."

He moved between her and the wall and once again placed her palms against it, this time on either side of his shoulders. The brightness of her eyes and the pretty flush of her cheeks made him harder than he already was, and he palmed one of her hips while getting rid of his towel. It pooled at his feet and before she could say anything, he planted a hard, fast kiss against her lips and then sank to his knees. He could already smell her sweet desire, and his mouth watered. Booth looked up her body and saw that her head was tilted back, her eyes squeezed shut with anticipation. But her hands remained against the wall, and he wanted to reward her for that.

Gently cupping her bottom in both hands, he leaned in and slowly lapped at her slit, moaning at her taste. She flinched and cursed again, and he smiled against her skin, working the tip of his tongue between her folds on his next lick, lazily tracing her sensitive flesh. Brennan shivered, hard, and Booth heard her moan. If they'd been in their bed, he knew she would be gripping the headboard or his hair, or even touching her own breasts. Her breasts were full and pretty with pouting nipples begging for a suck. Images of making her come and then carrying her to bed to suck her breasts until she begged him for more coursed through his brain, and he increased his pace, squeezing her ass in his hands and bringing her closer to his face. The towel was scratchy against his knees, but he barely noticed as he sank his tongue into her body, licking at her opening and following up with open-mouth kisses against her folds.

Brennan whimpered and moaned, but he could barely hear her. All of his attention was centered between her legs, and he nipped and nuzzled at her clit until it hardened and she grew even wetter. Only then did he use one longer finger inside her, gently stroking in and out. In and out as his lips wrapped around her clit with a soft suction until her hips moved at the same rhythm. He added a second finger, turning them upward to curl against her inner walls and gently drag at her opening.

Brennan's knees locked and she widened her stance further, wordlessly begging him to keep going. He switched tactics…burying his tongue inside her and rubbing her clit with the wet pads of his fingers. Her core clenched around his tongue and he went deeper, swirling and sucking as he pressed her even closer to his face. He knew she was close, he could fucking taste it on her as she undulated against his mouth. He used his fingers and teeth and lips to push her over the edge, and just when he felt her flood his tongue, he felt the sharp grip of her hands in his hair. He groaned at the sensation and licked at her as she came in his mouth. Unable to quit, he murmured soft praise and kissed her sensitive folds as she came down from her high. She was trembling, and he realized she was panting his name. Rising a bit, he fully wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his cheek to her stomach. She cupped the back of his neck and then touched his shoulders, silently telling him she wanted him closer. He bit back a groan as he stood, and then all pain was irrelevant as she wrapped her arms around his neck and stared up at him with the dreamiest look on her face.

Booth kissed her and then turned her so that her back was up against the wall. With her legs already spread, he immediately thrust inside her, groaning at her slick heat. He wrapped his arms around her waist and placed frantic kisses against her neck and chest. "Fuck, Bones, you're drenched."

She lazily arched against him, wrapping her legs around his waist. "That tends to happen when I'm highly aroused."

Booth smiled and hiked her up until his mouth was level with her breasts. Pausing for a moment, he met her eyes. "Are your nails dry?"

She smiled back and gently pushed his head down toward her skin. "Don't worry about that."

Booth grinned and licked her teasingly before taking her in his mouth and making her groan. He began thrusting again, and it wasn't long before he was tensing and ready to come. She used her newly painted, sharp little nails in his back, and he was a goner, shooting inside of her so quickly, he was afraid he'd hurt her. "Bones!" he gasped and buried his face in the curve of her neck. He tried to catch his breath and managed to stumble backward far enough to fall onto their bed with Brennan at his side. She tucked her body close to his, and he tried to focus on more than just her soft curves and the sweet smell of her skin.

But she didn't make it easy on him, and soon they were both smiling, kissing and gasping…and begging for more.

-b&b-