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Ally's Note: I will warn you straight away. This chapter is very M-rated. Not kidding. I may have set a new record for myself when it comes to chapter length, but half of it is just…eh…sexiness. The first time ever that I wrote a scene like this, so I'm very nervous about posting it. If halfway through you decide you can't take it anymore, the T-chapter is posted before this one. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to crawl into some dark place in my car and await your responses in shame…

Week 13, day 2

~Dedicated to my hyperglycemia, which makes my mood swing faster than Brennan's and gets me more hyperactive than my twin sister with ADHD (which she doesn't have). That's right, I'm using my diabetes as an excuse for writing a potentially bad sex scene. ~

Seeley Booth loved Sundays. There was something about the day that made the entire atmosphere seem more relaxed. This was partly contributed due to the fact that he did not have to go to work, but mostly because he had his own ritual. He would get up early in the morning and go to church. He would leave as quietly as he could, hoping that Brennan would sleep in, but nine out of ten times he would find her freshly-showered, sitting at the breakfast table upon his return. He avoided shopping on a Sunday, but if Brennan needed anything, he would not hesitate to go and get it for her. On Sundays, he would do his cleaning, the laundry and maybe watch a game in the evening. Today was no different.

When he came home from mass, he found Brennan in a very cuddly state, which was highly unusual for her. Sometimes it would be hard for him to determine where she ended and her pregnancy hormones began. As soon as he had closed the door behind him, she walked towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "What are your rules about Sunday sex?"

"Good morning to you too, Bones," he laughed as he wrapped his own arms around her back and rubbed it soothingly. She was still wearing the jogging pants that she used to sleep in, but she had traded her tanktop in for a virginal white blouse. She was still so small in his arms. "Can you imagine the day when we won't be able to hold each other close like this anymore?"

She pulled back slightly to look him in the eyes mischievously. She dropped her hands to his chest and stroked him over his neat and crisp white shirt that was part of his Sunday outfit. "I can imagine that. It won't be too long anymore." She cocked her head to the side and leaned in to his face. "Shall I show you how close we can really get if we make an effort?"

Her breath ghosted against his lips and Booth grinned. "What has gotten into you?" It was an open door to all sorts of witty remarks, but she chose to keep them to herself for now and kiss him instead. Her hands slid to the buttons of his blouse, but Booth grabbed them and stilled them. Brennan retreated her hands only to move them to her own chest to open the buttons of her own shirt. Her left hand tried to work with her, but the cast was in the way. Booth opened one eye while he was kissing her to see what she was doing. He quickly broke the kiss and placed both of his hands on either side of his face. "Not now. I still have a lot to do." He pecked her lips and was about to walk away again, but she grabbed him by the belt on his pants and yanked her back to him.

Her breathing was ragged and her eyes looked a little misty. "We can add these clothes to the dirty laundry pile as well as change the sheets. We'll just have some fun while we're doing the laundry." Brennan pressed herself as close against him as she could. "It would just be squatting two mosquitoes in one go."

Booth could feel his defense start to crumble and gave in with a smile. He went for her neck aggressively as he wound one of his hands through her hair, placing sucking kisses from her collarbone up to her earlobe. Brennan moaned and Booth placed his free hand against her lower back, steadying her against him. "Fun is usually not the right word to describe doing the laundry."

Brennan fought her impatience and started unbuttoning his shirt one at a time, using her casted arm to keep the fabric in place as she slid the buttons through the tiny holes. "Then you were never doing it right." Booth raised an eyebrow. Was she implying that she distracted all her boyfriends with dirty laundry? Booth did not want to think about her being with someone else other than him and he pressed his lips against hers demandingly.

"I hate how I'm so often prioritizing your need for sex over household chores these days." He spoke in between kisses, as his hands trailed over her body from the smooth curve of her neck, down to her side until he reached her hips. He moved them lower, over her buttocks, until they rested on her upper thighs. With a light tug, he lifted her up and into his arms, so that he was enveloped by her body.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and stared down at him with one eyebrow raised teasingly. "It's a good choice. I'm carrying your baby. You're supposed to keep me satisfied in every area. Intercourse is very highly on my list." Booth had wanted to carry her to the bedroom, but then she leaned down towards his face, blocking his view entirely. She kissed him hard, no longer brushing against his lips, but insistently pressing them apart with her own. Booth reached out with one hand for the wall as she managed to get him to open his mouth and she was finally able to deepen the kiss. First there was only the tip of her tongue softly tracing her lips, but then she went for the depths of his mouth until she finally found his tongue and tangled it with her own.

There was Brennan everywhere. Her hair cascading in waves over his shoulder as she kissed him; her casted arm rested on the other. Her healthy hand had worked its way back between their bodies and was still busy getting his shirt undone. She tightened her legs around him, bringing himself closer to the warmth of his body. Booth could feel his body physically responding to hers and he turned them so he could gently pin her with her back against the wall. She continued kissing him for as long as she could, before Booth caressed her hair back behind her ear and broke apart. "Could you behave for a few minutes so that we can actually make it to the bedroom?"

Brennan shook her head. She swiveled her hips between his body and the wall, causing her to ground against his groin. Booth dropped his head to her neck and groaned. Brennan felt as if there were tiny currents of electricity running through her lower body. She had gotten way more sensitive in that area since she got pregnant. She bit back another moan when Booth's hand came to rest over her clothed breast. "I'm perfectly fine with you taking me against this wall."

Booth chuckled. They never made it past his hallway. If they were going to keep making these noises, everyone walking by his apartment could listen in on them. He removed his hand from her breast to help her with the last button of his shirt, and he shook it off, revealing his naked chest. "I'm not going to risk that while your arm is in a cast. I could easily damage the other while we're at it."

"Don't care," Brennan said, shaking her head. "Do it. Do it now. I'll be too big in a couple of weeks." She let her hand travel over the plains of his chest. He was muscular, well-structured and his abs were perfectly defined. She glanced up at him. He was a gorgeous and attractive man; these were not just hormones that made her feel so attracted to him. She bent forward, her back arching from the wall, so she could nip at his clavicle. She purposely scraped her teeth against his naked skin, earning her a sharp gasp from him.

Booth retaliated by quickly shoving his hands underneath her blouse and cupping her bra-covered breasts. He brushed his thumbs across her nipples and Brennan stopped her ministrations on him to moan and grab hold of his arm, out of fear that she would somehow fall from his arms. These sensations that he was provoking inside her were almost too good to actually be legal. "I will not be taunted," Booth said, grinning at Brennan's response to his touch, earning him a death glare. "You are too precious to damage on a quick screw against the wall."

Brennan nuzzled his neck and moved up to his face. She looked like she was about to kiss him again, but instead, she bit down on his lip. Hard. Booth winced. "I like it rough, passionate and uninhibited."

Booth pulled his hands back from underneath her shirt and wrapped them around her back. "Then you're out of luck. I'm not going to give it to you like that. Not here anyway." Before she could formulate another one of her clever responses, he quickly moved her down from the hallway, through his living room and to his bedroom. Once he arrived there, he walked over to his bed and knelt down so he could carefully set her on the bed.

Brennan watched him in mild amusement as he handled her with so much care. "I won't break, you know?" Booth reached out to grasp the fingers of her casted arm and he placed gentle kisses on her knuckles.

"You already did." Brennan scowled at him.

"Can't you just shut up and have sex with me already?" She grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him down with her as she laid back on the sheets, her lower legs dangling over the side of the bed. Booth propped himself on his elbows as he leaned over her and kissed her. He liked how responsive she was to his kissing; she followed every movement of his mouth and battled his tongue. He knelt above her, placing his knees on either side of her waist without actually straddling her.

He did not break the kiss as he shoved his arms underneath her armpits and pulled her up towards his body. Pushing out from his knees, he managed to shove her a couple of inches further on the bed so that she was lying completely stretched out now. When Booth broke the kiss, he leaned back a little so that he could take a good look at her. Her hair was spread out on his dark red sheets and she smiled, her blue eyes staring up at him in a mixture of curiosity and arousal. He could look at her for hours like this. He grabbed a pillow and placed it underneath her head. Soon enough, her impatience kicked in and she wrapped her legs around his waist again. Booth had to stop himself from toppling over and as she did so, and he quickly rolled them over. "Bones! Do you want me collapse on top of you and flatten you into a pancake?"

Her hair fell to the side of her face as she straddled him and she furrowed her eyebrows together in a confused frown. "What are you talking about? The most you could do is cut off my air supply for a few seconds." Her hands wandered to the front of her chest, back to try to and undo some more buttons.

"You're right. That's not half as bad." He pushed himself up to help her. After all, he had two working hands. He unbuttoned her blouse and then parted the fabric, revealing a simple gray bra and her pale stomach with the slightest bump which he had already come to love. He pushed her blouse back over her shoulders and she quickly discarded it to the side of the bed. Wasting no time, she reached behind her back to unhook her bra with a single hand. She quickly shook out of it and deposited the article next to her blouse on the ground.

She laid back against him, pressing their naked chests together as she sought out his lips again with her mouth. One of his hands travelled down her side and rested on her shoulder blade. With the other one, he caressed her hair back from her face so he could rub her cheek with his thumb lovingly. He then moved his hand lower to cup one of her naked breasts, earning him a sharp gasp as she arched her back and broke the kiss. Booth sat up to kiss the side of her neck and then made his way down to her chest. "Booth…," she managed to say in a strained whisper. "It's inappropriate to tease me like that when you're still wearing your shiny shoes."

Booth ignored her temporarily as his tongue flicked out lick the valley between her breasts. She smelled like the acai berry shower gel that she used, but her skin tasted more salty. He liked it. "But you love my shoes…" He cupped the underside of her left breast as he leaned in and took the nipple into his mouth, sucking slightly, but rough enough to make Brennan nearly lose control and grind in his lap.

"Not right now," she commented, helplessly trying to push Booth away from her chest, but failing miserably as all the strength appeared to have left her arms. Booth persistently reached for her other breast and laved the sensitive nipple with his tongue in torturous circles. Brennan felt as if her insides were on fire. No one but him had ever been able to make her feel this good. Even though she felt the need to battle for dominance with him – even in bed – she enjoyed their game of alpha male versus alpha female. He was a very generous lover, but sometimes she just wanted to have her way quickly and he would make it hard for her to manage that. "Oh!" she exclaimed when Booth pinched her left nipple while sucking on the right one. They had gotten so sensitive that even bumping or brushing against something could either make her gasp or wince in discomfort. She had had just about enough. Her hands went down to his belt buckle impatiently and she yanked at it when she could not get it open.

"Patience, Bones," Booth educated her. He rolled them both over to lie on their sides, so he pull his knee up and untie his shoes, before kicking them off. His took off his socks as well. Brennan had not been wearing any when she almost attacked him in the hallway. "It is a virtue, you know." He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, but did not take them off yet. With a gentle push to her shoulder, he directed her to lie on her back.

Brennan raised a seductive eyebrow at him. "Is that what they taught you in church today?" Booth replied by turning his attention back to her chest and latching on to her left breast. He smiled when she moaned and sucked in a deep breath. He placed both of his hands on her soft stomach and stroked the naked skin with his fingertips before pushing them further down her body. Brennan drew both of her legs up and placed her feet on the bed so she could help raise her hips up when Booth untied the strings of her pants.

"No. Do you know what was discussed today?" Booth pressed a quick kiss to her stomach. "Lust. How it clouds judgment and distracts people from other more important things." Of course, none of that was true, but there was nothing he liked more than teasing Brennan when they were in bed together. It was the one area where they felt they could say anything to each other, bicker about it and then wrestle it out.

Booth hooked his fingers around the edge of her pants and tugged them down when Brennan raised her hips, taking her panties with them. She gracefully stretched out her legs, making removal of the last offending clothes easier for him. When she was completely undressed, Brennan yanked Booth up to her face by pulling on his hair. She looked into his eyes for a couple of seconds before she closed her own and opened her mouth when he leaned in to kiss her again. She felt him slide his hand between her legs and she nearly yelped, arching against his hand. "I'm perfectly capable of making proper judgment right now. I judge that you should take your pants off. Now."

Booth smiled, gently stroking her to make sure that she would be ready for him. He watched her writhe on the bed and close her eyes. Her head rested against a pillow, but as she arched her back and moved her hips, her shoulders pressed against the mattress. She was panting hard now, refusing to beg him to let her come and yet the concentrated expression on her face told him that she was trying so hard to get there. "You're beautiful," Booth blurted out. "You think you are already aware of that, but you have no idea just how gorgeous you really are."

Brennan reopened her eyes and grabbed for Booth's upper arms. He leaned forward, hovering over her slightly, but never breaking eye contact. "I want you," she said. "I want you inside me now." Her eyes were the same blue that they always were, but in a state of arousal, they had an extra sparkle to them that he had never seen before on other occasions. It made him feel even more attracted to her. She would name it adrenaline, pheromones or whatever, but to him it was just Bones.

Booth withdrew his hand from her so he could place his forearms to both sides of her face and meet her eye. Her hands were still stroking across his torso and then went around to his back, tracing the line of his spine. Booth sighed. "Look Bones, I'm not going to get rough on you. We both know how…hypersensitive you are now. I'm not going to hurt you. I can't do that."

Brennan's eyes looked down between their bodies. "I could be on top. Decide the…pace and depth…" she nervously trailed her eyes back up to his. She was used to just do as she pleased in bed and not really talk about it. With her previous sexual partners, she would take things as they came and take action accordingly, to achieve her own release. Booth found giving as important as taking, if not more, but he would never agree to anything that could get her hurt.

Booth touched the side of her face with one hand and kissed her softly on the lips without deepening it. They both closed their eyes at the contact. "Of course," he said. "Of course you can be on top. You don't need to ask my permission for that." He caught a strand of her hair between his fingers. "I think that's very hot." It has only been a week since they started having sex or making love after the night of Vincent Nigel Murray's death, whichever word applied best for the different situations. There was still a lot to discover about each other's bodies - and especially about Brennan's changing one - during intercourse.

Brennan smiled and finally he sat up to unzip his pants and take them off. Brennan feared that he was going to torture her longer by leaving his boxers on, but he surprised her when he first stepped out of his pants and then shoved his boxers down as well. Brennan stared at his groin as he sat back down on the bed and laid down next to her. He was going to touch her again, but she grasped his fingers. "Booth, please. I can't take that much."

"Yes, you can, baby," he did know that by experience, but decided to spare her and kiss her instead. She welcomed his mouth eagerly when it met her own. They went from lying on their side to Brennan placing one leg over his waist and flipping them over. She straddled him by sitting on his thighs, making them both groan at the sensation of feeling her hot flesh pressed against his skin. Brennan sat up straighter, looking him in the eye when she trailed her hands over his body. She felt every curve of his chest, his taught abdomen and she could not help herself to lean down and press a wet kiss just below his navel.

"Bones…" he groaned out, thinking about what she could possibly be doing next. Brennan grinned mischievously. She was often in the mood to play, but now there was only one thing she really wanted. She scooted further up towards his body and she again placed her hand on his chest, leaving her casted arm to the side of her body. "Are you ready?" Booth questioned when she made eye contact and looked at him questioning.

"Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I be?" She was giving him the strong attitude again, but Booth forced back a chuckle. There was a definite sliver of insecure anticipation in her voice, but he decided not to call her out on that. She wanted to feel good with him. He wanted her to feel good with him as well. Then she touched him and guided him into her and she slowly moved herself down on top of him. The feeling of him inside of her like that was overwhelming and Brennan let out a loud moan as she tried to hold herself still for a while, giving them both time to adjust to the feeling of being this intimately close with each other's bodies.

"Oh, Bones," Booth groaned, reaching for her hips to steady her on top of him. "You feel incredible. Oh…," his voice caught in his throat as she experimentally swiveled her hips back and forth, moving over him. Her eyes closed on their own account.

"This…this is so good," she murmured. Indeed, it was not as fast or as hard as she usually would have liked, but this was perfect for now. She was not in pain and Booth did not look like he was either. She leaned forward to kiss him, but Booth sat up a little, meeting her halfway. Brennan felt the change of angle hit a whole new spot within her and she gasped out loud against his lips. "Booth! Ah…"

He drew his legs up so he could pull her to sit on his lap. He felt the overwhelming need to be as close to her as he possibly could and she gratefully wrapped her arms – both of them – around his torso holding him tightly against her own chest. "Is this…is this okay?" Brennan had stopped moving in his lap, but just held him instead. "Are you in pain, Bones?" Booth's voice was husky, slightly higher than in his usual contained state.

"No, no pain," she denied quickly. She leaned back from his chest and placed her hands on his shoulder. "Very sensitive." She felt as if tiny needles were prickling her insides, tickling her. She felt so very warm and comfortable, but she knew would not last very long like this. She would come apart in a matter of seconds and leave him behind. She wanted to please him, like she had done that night weeks ago.

"Do you want me to lie back down?" Booth questioned, stroking her hair and trailing one hand down to massage a breast, making her moan once again. Brennan shook her head. She leaned back in his lap a little and found a way to stabilize herself on her lower legs as well as levitate in his lap. When she grinded again without warning him, Booth took hold of her hips with both of his hands. The way she moved against him was delicious, but also an unfamiliar feeling. They had not tried being together like this before. He kissed her shoulder. "This…is wonderful."

Brennan used her strength on Booth's shoulder to help her up and down. She was increasing the pace, but found it increasingly tiring. This position caused her to feel everything, as if all her nerve endings were rapidly sending out signals to her brain like fireworks. "Feels so…so good. But maybe…you could help me?" She fought hard to keep her eyes open and look at him.

Booth smiled. "Of course," he dropped his hands to the bottom of her thighs and added gentle pressure, helping her lift up in his lap more easily. Brennan nodded gratefully and tried to guide his head down to hers with the fingertips of her casted arm. Booth got the sign and kissed her, pouring everything he had into that passionate act and swallowing her little grunts of pleasure. Brennan could not keep quiet during making love and the little 'ah' sounds she made turned Booth on even more.

She broke the kiss to gasp for air and threw her head back. Booth gladly took advantage of his situation to bend down and trail his lips down to her chest, placing small sucking kisses along the tops of her breasts. "Booth!" She choked out in small voice. "I'm really close…"

"I know, I can feel you, baby," Booth could feel her tightening around him, what usually signaled that she was close to her release. "Let it go, then I will lie you down," he could feel the sweat gathering on his own forehead as well. The damp atmosphere in the room caused the temperature to increase rather quickly. Her fingers were digging into his shoulders, but he barely felt that. He gently wiped her hair from her face and saw her furrow her brow. "That's it. You're almost there. I've got you."

"You—" her breath caught in her throat as she slid down on Booth's lap one more time. Her eyes closed on their own account, Booth felt her legs tighten against his and then she inhaled sharply. "Booth…" she moaned his name as she climaxed, and for a second she was only aware of Booth embedded deep inside of her and him wrapping his arms around her lovingly, protectively. She fell back against his chest, suddenly feeling drained of all energy and she pressed a tired kiss next to his nipple. She was not in a state to do much else as she shivered in exquisite bliss.

Booth started shifting, wanting to lie her down on her back, but she stopped him by tightening her legs around him and sitting up straight again. "No, I want to…," Brennan's voice trailed off. "You should lie back." She rotated her hips in his lap experimentally, making him grunt out in sheer pleasure. She was determined to finish this for him too.

"Bones… y-you're tired…and pregnant. I don't blame you if…"

She pushed him down by pressing her palm against his chest and moving down with him. She felt him stir inside of him and she gasped. "Let me make you feel good, Booth. You've helped me too." He swallowed as he looked up at her intense gaze, before she raised herself up again before moving down on him. She rotated her hips experimentally and paid careful attention to what made him grunt or groan and when he would throw his head back. Brennan was working him on her last bits of energy, but she was determined to make him come too.

Brennan leaned over his chest with her own body, her breasts pressed flat against him. She was sliding herself back and forth while pressing quick wet kisses along his collarbone. She could feel that he started twitching inside her and his breathing became more ragged. "Look at me, Booth," she instructed. His warm brown eyes connected with hers instantly. "Come inside of me, please. You don't have to hold back. You're making me feel good and…I'll come with you. " As soon as she said that, she reached between their bodies with her healthy hand to touch herself and bring her to the edge with him.

"Bones…" it was very erotic to watch her pleasure herself with him inside her, but he desperately wanted to take over. She shook her head.

"Concentrate, Booth. Keep looking at me. Please look at me." His intense look at her aroused her immensely and she shuddered on top of him. It was working; they were both so close now. Booth was twitching inside of her and when she felt the muscles in his lower abdomen start to spasm, she knew she could let go too.

"Bones, oh!" He groaned rather loudly as he came. He leaned up quickly to capture Brennan's lips again with his own as he felt himself empty his semen inside of her. He effectively muffled Brennan's cries as she climaxed with him, like she said she would. Her body collapsed against his in a sweaty mess of tangled limbs. Both of them were panting heavily as Booth rolled Brennan onto her back and uncoupled them.

"Booth…" she said, but she did not say anything else. He reached over her to grab the top of the sheets and tugged them down from underneath her body so that he could cover her with it. She eyed him sleepily with a content smile on her face. He temporarily lost all his interest in doing the laundry, as he scooted under the sheets with her and gathered Brennan pliant body close in his arms. Slumber found him rather quickly on this late Sunday morning.

A little over an hour later, Booth woke up next to Brennan, who was lying on her side and watching him intently. Booth smiled, an expression that she mirrored. He wanted to keep her like this forever, if he could. Here in his bed, completely naked and satiated. The light that touched her hair gave her an angelic glow and Booth reached out to touch it. "I have to take a shower…" Booth started.

Brennan stretched herself languidly. "And do the laundry. I know." She looked at his lips again and she almost felt the urge to lean in and start their lovemaking all over again. "Thank you, " she said instead.

"For what? Doing the laundry? Most of it is mine, you know." Brennan shook her head and showed her perfect teeth in a bright smile.

"For being you. For making love to me the way you do," she shrugged her shoulders. "It was incredible. It was like…nearly breaking the laws of physics."

Booth kissed her on her forehead, not quite trusting himself to do anything else without getting carried away. "I'm glad you see it that way. We never would have managed that up against a wall."

Brennan raised a seductive eyebrow at him. "I'd still like to try that with you some time."

Booth shook his head. "Not as long as your arm is still in that cast."

Brennan's defense immediately kicked in. Sometimes Booth would just have random ideas and convictions in his head without never looking at other facts and arguments. "But it's properly protected that way! It's probably a lot safer now than—"

"No."

"But I could easily—"

"No."

"It's simple if you just—"

"No, Bones. It's not going to happen. Maybe one day, after you've given birth and our child is at a babysitter's, and we've had one too many drinks and you are wearing that dangerous red dress. Maybe then, okay? But otherwise, no." Booth thought that this cleared the situation up for her, but of course, Brennan would not give up without a fight.

Brennan raised her chin up in defiance. "I could easily pin you against the wall myself and take what I want. I know plenty of moves to get you into the right position."

Booth narrowed her eyes at her suspiciously. "You know what, Bones, in the state of Washington D.C., we call that rape. You can actually get a conviction or a jail sentence for that, because it is a criminal offence. It's a very wrong thing to do, because you actually victimize someone."

Now it was Brennan's turn to narrow her eyes. "You would like it if you'd just let me try that with you. I'm very good in bed and my stamina is excellent. I think it would be very satisfying."

Booth was starting to feel like she was taunting him once again and he wanted her to stop that. "Yes, you are perfect in bed, which is exactly why I'm getting you out of mine right now," Booth pointed to his bathroom door. "You're welcome to join me in the shower. I'll help you clean up without getting your cast wet, but that will be it, okay Bones?" He was not convinced of that overly innocent smile that suddenly made its way to her face. "I mean it, as much as I love you, I have to get some things done today. There's only so many times a day you can distract a man with sex, alright?"

"Alright," Brennan caved, pushing the sheets away from her body. With a sly grin on her face, she realized that he never specified how many times exactly.

Booth had gathered the laundry in the baskets in the bathroom as well as the clothing they had shed in the morning after he had returned from church. Very systematically, he had collected the towels in the toilet, kitchen and bathroom and brought those to the washing machine. He had changed the sheets and covered Brennan – who had fallen asleep again on his living room couch – with a blanket from his bedroom closet.

When he was standing in the cramped room where he hid his washing and drying machine, he began to sort them out, color by color. There was more of Brennan's clothing than he had originally believed there would be: two bras, five panties, three shirts and two pants. He smiled at the domesticity of it all. She was not just sleeping over anymore. She had her own sock drawer and the left side of his closet had been cleared for her to use. They slept at her apartment too, but not as often, because she claimed she liked his place better, despite the lack of space and facilities.

Her bras were a light color, so he put them in the washing machine. Both of her pants were dark colored, so he threw them back in the basket, ready for washing after the first load was done. One of her panties was dark, so he threw it in the basket with her trousers. Another one was a light blue that matched the color of the eyes. Booth smiled at the memory. When he found the grey one she had been wearing today, he accidentally noticed some tiny dark spots in the cotton. Booth raised his eyebrows. Must have been some old period spots that did not come out with the washing anymore. Booth looked up at his shelve of cleaning product. He had something that specifically reacted on blood and wine stains. He could try to get it out with that.

When Booth found the bottle, he put some of the detergent on Brennan's stained panties and folded them into a ball. He pushed them to the side, letting it set into the material. He went back to her other panties, now subconsciously paying more attention to any stains on her clothing. He found some more on her light green one, as well as on dark red one. Booth pulled the blue one from the washing machine and found similar stains. He laid them out next to each other and looked a little closer. He had assumed that this was old blood, but upon further examination, he realized that these stains did not seem that faded at all.

Booth grabbed the one that he had taken off of her right this morning. He had been too caught up in her beauty and in his arousal to notice any of that then. The spots almost seemed to angrily glare up at him. Booth let out a long breath. "Son of a bitch!"

Brennan awoke again when Booth entered the living room, stomping his way over to her. His jaw was tight and his eyes were set upon her in that murderous look that he would normally save for any suspects that needed a thorough drilling. Brennan set up straight instantly and unconsciously shuffled over to the side of the couch. "Why didn't you tell me that you were fucking bleeding?"

"Bleeding?" Brennan repeated after him, looking rather perplexed. "What are you talking about? I'm not bleeding!"

Booth stepped closer to her, almost threateningly. "I'm doing the laundry. I find blood in your panties. In each and every one of them. How is that not bleeding and why did you fail to mention that to me?" He placed his hands on his hips and stared at her intensely.

Brennan's eyes widened. "Oh, that…" her voice trailed off as she looked away from him.

"'Oh, that…'? Bones, you could be miscarrying as we speak! Why are you acting like it's no big deal when it obviously is! You do know biology, right? Women who are expecting, like yourself, are not supposed to bleed!"

Brennan folded her hands into her lap and shrugged her shoulders. "It's not actual bleeding, Booth! I've done extensive research online on the subject and it's called spotting. It's very common in pregnancies up until the twentieth week. It doesn't cause any harm to anyone. Things will be more serious if I'd experience cramps or pains or really start to bleed a lot," Brennan educated him. Of course, she had made sure to look these symptoms up as soon as they showed up. Since this was her first pregnancy, she had no idea what was or was not normal or when to call the midwife.

"So tell me the truth, Bones. Are you experiencing you any of that? When we were fucking this morning, did you have any pain that you neglected to tell me about?" Brennan had to hold her breath and count to ten. He was really angry over something really silly and now he was taking it out on her.

"I find you very condescending. I don't have any pains or cramps or bleeding, damn it. Just let this go! It's normal, I told you, I've been having it for about a week now. It just started out of nowhere, but it's not getting any worse." Brennan tried to reason with him, but she saw Booth do the math in his head.

"A week? So it started around the time that we did start sleeping together? God, Bones! Why didn't you tell me? I should know about these things! Instead, I've been making love to you every night since, damaging God knows what—"

Brennan got up from the couch and straightened her back. They were now almost getting into each other's faces, literally. "I didn't tell you anything, because I knew you would respond like this. You would make a really big thing out of it and you would stop sleeping with me at once and that is really unnecessary!"

Booth's eyes continued flaming at her. He swallowed a lump of emotions that had lodged itself in his throat. "I'm calling Analeigh," he decided, referring to Brennan's young nurse-midwife at the birthing center she chose to have their baby at.

Brennan cocked her head to the side, speechless for a few seconds. "Don't, it's a Sunday."

However, Booth was already pulling his cellphone from the pocket of his pants to dial her number. "Doesn't matter. She told you that you could call her any day at any time if something was wrong. She would personally help you out whenever you needed her. I think it's time we need her to clear something up for us, because we're obviously not going to agree on this."

"Booth, she has a family! I am fine. I'll last through the day. You can call her tomorrow if you have to, but I'm not an emergency, so just let her be with her family, alright? You wouldn't want to be disturbed on your day off with Parker for something unimportant, right?" Brennan said. She had quickly bonded with her midwife when she had told Brennan that she had just had a baby of her own. She could see childbirth from a professional point of view as well as a personal one.

"She's twenty-three, you know?" Booth lashed out. Brennan frowned at him. "Analeigh, she's twenty-three. Graduated all of her studies early. Her parents were both killed in a car crash when she was only eighteen years old." A silence fell between them in which Brennan felt like she was expected to say something, but had no idea what it was supposed to be exactly.

Brennan shrugged her shoulders. "Why exactly is this relevant?"

"Because I checked her out. Mostly out of curiosity, because I wanted to know her age, but her name popped up in several records. When her parents died, she decided to take care of her fifteen year old sister. That sister often came into contact with the police for minor misdemeanors and felonies. Analeigh always bailed her out; probably worked a lot to be able to afford doing that time and time again. Analeigh married at age nineteen, but stayed in her old house to live with her sister. When her sister turned eighteen, she took a plane to Portugal and then disappeared into thin air. No one's ever seen her since. Analeigh had her daughter Florine at twenty-two, but still lives in her old house without her husband. She's probably waiting for her sister to come back. So excuse me, Bones, but I think her work is what is keeping her together. She probably enjoys your call by means of distraction from another lone day in an empty house with her baby daughter."

Brennan was slightly taken aback by this. She only knew Analeigh as a friendly and high-spirited young woman who was obviously very skilled and thorough in her job as a nurse-midwife. Still, what made Booth think that a difficult personal life was an excuse to abuse someone's professional life? "I think that's argument's invalid. You don't know if she's alone out there or if she truly wants to be disturbed for something meaningless such as this. Judging from my own experience as her client, she can probably compartmentalize really well. You're just looking for an excuse to make yourself feel better about an egotistical act!"

"It's not egotistical, damn it," Booth said, raising his voice. "I'm only thinking about you!"

"And I am very capable of thinking for myself, Booth!" Brennan could not keep her voice at a soft level anymore either, as she was quickly running out of patience with him.

"Are you? Are you really?" Booth stepped as close to Brennan as he possibly could. He still had his hands on his hips and she cradled her left arm with her right as she glared at him angrily. "Because you can't even remember to eat at regular intervals. You still don't drink enough. You break your arm and you need me to tell you to go to a hospital to get it checked out. You have been bleeding for a week and I have to call you out on it! You can't think for yourself! You can only think about bones. Day in, day out, it's nothing but forensic anthropology and rationality with you and I have no idea how you're going to take care of a baby if taking care of yourself is such a challenge for you already!"

Booth only realized what he had said, after the words had already left his mouth. Sure, he was upset, but this lashing out at Brennan had been completely uncalled for. "Oh God, Bones… I'm so sorry." She was staring at him in disbelief when he reached out to gently touch her shoulder. She shrugged him off of her. She was ready to smack him across the face again, but decided not to, because it would not solve anything between them.

"No, you're not. You meant every word you said." She looked at the front door behind him. Her coat was hanging on a hook next to it. Her car keys were in her pocket. Her cellphone was in the pocket of her pants. She was good to go.

Booth shook his head. "No Bones, I did not. I only said it because I was feeling bad and wasn't thinking clearly. I was speaking out of frustration and not from the heart."

She stepped past him and headed for the hallway. "You sounded pretty convincing to me." She yanked her coat from the hook and stuck her broken arm into its sleeve, before fumbling to shake her healthy arm into the other one. She was trying really hard not to burst out crying right in front of him this second. Booth watched her with an apologetic expression on his face.

"Bones, please. Don't leave. Not like this," he wanted to talk it out with her, but all she did was shake her head and stubbornly continued to put on her coat.

"I find I currently have very little reason to stay." She was refusing to meet his eye, or to even look at him as she flipped her hair back over the collar of her coat. Booth reached out to help her, but she squatted his hand away. "Contrary to what you believe, I am capable of making my own decisions and I have just decided to go home..." Her hands were shaking, so that even with her healthy hand she could not manage to zip up her coat. After three attempts, she gave up and just left it open. She reached inside her pocket to grasp her keys. The metal felt cold against her skin and she took them out, holding them up for Booth to see. "…and I'm going to drive there myself."

Booth dropped his head in defeat. Once she had made up her mind, it was a nearly impossible task to convince her to do otherwise. If only she would let him apologize. "Look, I'll come over—"

"No!" Brennan said, turning her face up to look at him angrily. "Don't come over, don't call me, don't do anything." Her lower lip trembled. "I can't be around you right now." There was a moment in which they stared at each other a little longer than necessary: Booth with a sad expression and Brennan looking angry, tired and hurt. She felt her stomach drop and swallowed nervously as she looked to the door. "I'd better go now."

She opened the door and let herself out. She immediately closed it behind her, so that Booth could not watch her as she left. As soon as she turned herself around to walk off, she broke out into sobs that she tried to keep as quiet as she could. She squeezed her eyes shut to try and stop the tears from falling, but they managed to slip between her eyelids anyway. She whipped them away furiously with the sleeve of her coat as she set a quick pace to her car.

Booth slammed his fist angrily against his closed door, before leaning forward and resting his forehead against it. How did he let things get out of hand like this? The woman who had just walked out on him, was the same woman who had been trembling in his arms this morning, calling his name. It was the same woman who he had helped shave her right armpit in the shower this morning, because she could not do it with her left hand in a cast. It was the same woman whose laundry was waiting for him on the washing machine, still mixed with his own.

Booth hit the door again, but this time he did it solely to feel the painful sensation run through his hand. She was right. He had behaved like a condescending jerk. If she had researched this phenomenon called spotting and concluded that it was harmless, she was most likely right. Booth let out a slow sigh. He was not going to give up on her that easily.

Pushing himself away from the door, he turned himself around to stare at his living room. He was going to finish up sorting the laundry and putting the light-colored washing into the machine and then he would drive after her. His routine had been broken today anyway. He would go to her place, apologize and promise he would not say something foolish like that again. It had been mean for him to call her out on her dedication to her work. It was actually one of the qualities that he appreciated most about her.

Booth put all of his own emotions to the side for a while and set himself to work. He was not going to let them fall apart over some goddamned laundry. With the same care that he treated Brennan, he collected her clothing items and used the stain dissolver on all of her underwear. Once everything was sorted, he closed the washing machine and pressed the buttons to start it. What a nasty bloody Sunday…

Ally's Note: Yeah, so I'm not sure whether to duck for cover or be proud of myself for trying something new. I'm not the begging kind (not at all), but I would REALLY appreciate it if you could give me feedback on my first hot scene ever. Was it sexy, boring or do you think I should just stop writing altogether and not give it a shot anymore until I get myself laid (haha!)? Do let me know. You can even do it on Twitter (AllysonHale) in a private message if you like. I'm very eager to learn about your opinions on how this turned out.

Today I'm starting on my two-day drive back to my home country (I have a fear of flying and avoid it as much as I can), as I have officially finished modeling in Italy. I have no idea when I'll update again, but those of you who follow me on Twitter will be kept posted on any progress (or lack thereof). I'll reply to your reviews to this chapter and the previous one on Saturday, I think.

For the next day: Brennan returns to work, where she meets someone she'd rather avoid. How are things now between Brennan and her team now that they have learned she's pregnant? Has Brennan forgiven them for the fact that they misread her and thought she was ill? And most importantly, have Booth and Brennan really made nice with each other…?