Hello Bones cuties!

Tis the season for some smut, so SleeplessinAtlanta (and others) are committed to bringing you some festive cheer in this merry month of December! I'm not doing a designated story for it, but will just use some existing threads I have, like this one, or the SmutTweets, etc.

Anyway...this song came from my list of BB-esque songs, and really, it is so very B&B. Hope you enjoy!

-b&b-

There wasn't a lot of rhyme or reason as to when it would hit him, but there were times, when Booth pulled into their driveway at the end of a long workday, that he couldn't quite believe it was true. He had a home. Not an apartment, not the roof of a kind relative, but his own home. He had a family. A wife.

And though it had happened a lot later than he'd dreamed about when he was a boy, he still couldn't quite believe it was true. Couldn't quite believe that he'd gotten everything he'd always wanted.

The weight of it would hit him square in the chest, making him almost short of breath. But in a euphoric way, in a don't blink because it could disappear at any moment way. It always made him rush just a bit faster to the front door, made him call out "Bones?" a little bit louder when he set his keys on the table and his coat on the rack. Made him hold her just a minute longer, and then another one, until she would look up with wondering eyes. But it also always made him smile, which made her smile.

On those nights, he'd keep her as close as he could, following her around the kitchen if she cooked, tugging on her hand to convince her to watch a movie with him after Christine was in bed, keeping their fingers twined or rubbing his thumb against her shoulder if she leaned against his side. Not because he thought she was going anywhere, but just because he could. Because after all of his restless wandering in life, he'd found her, and once he had, they'd plowed their own path and taken fate and made their own destiny and he just wanted every single second of it.

And on those nights, he'd be helpless against pressing soft kisses against the top of her head, or just beneath her ear, or against her wrist. Small tokens of his love for her. Sometimes she luxuriated in them, arching lazily into his touch. Sometimes she quickly grew restless with the soft touches and wanted more, straddling him on the couch or standing up and crooking a finger toward him as she glided toward the stairs.

Sometimes she fell asleep in his arms, and he loved that almost as much as anything else. He would stare at her for a few minutes and then pick her up and carry her to their bed. If she didn't wake up, she'd always chide him the next morning, claiming his back was more important than waking her up. He always waved her concerns away and told her he'd carry her anywhere. If she did wake up, they'd lazily undress and he'd tug her into his arms and hold her close. Sometimes they fell asleep right away, sometimes it led to slow touches and kisses and more.

And on this night, her fingers traced over his bare chest, lightly brushing his skin until he thought he would catch fire with subtle electricity. He rubbed her back and legs, nudging one over his waist until she was wrapped around him and over him. Her forearms landed on his chest, and she shifted enough to catch his hard length between her wet folds. The tip of his shaft brushed against her clit as their mouths touched, and they both groaned. Booth rolled them over until he was on top, firmly set between her thighs. Everything about her was curvy and soft and almost golden in the light, and he shook his head at her beauty. "You're everything to me, Bones," he murmured, gently smoothing her hair from her forehead. She responded by pulling him down for another kiss and he sank into her warmth.

Her hips began to rotate as he moved into her, again and again, deeper each time until he barely pulled out and just rocked against her.

He was home. And he knew that whenever he was with her, he would always be home.

-b&b-