I had a purpose when I walked through the door

I was hunting through the cupboards in the kitchen for something to make for dinner later when I heard him come down stairs. I had already changed into my swimsuit in preparation for our walk on the beach, but he had still been digging through his duffle bag when I came down, resolving that I would not let him distract me. This walk was supposed to be our chance to talk. However, when I turned around, I had to clamp my hand over my mouth, in an attempt to stifle the fit of laughter that erupted.

Immediately his eyes jerked up to meet mine and then he looked down at himself to see what was wrong with me. He was wearing only a pair of swim trunks, which allowed me an unrestricted view of his torso, but the swim trunks themselves were the source of my amusement. They were bright blue with little red fire engines on them. I glanced pointedly at them and then looked back up at his face. Crossing his arms over his chest, he spoke up, "Bones, be nice. Parker bought me these."

"Fire engines?"

"I told you, Parker got them for me for Father's Day." His hands came up and rested on his hips as he waited for me to stop giggling. "Not funny."

Turning back towards the cupboards, I managed to get my amusement under control and informed him, "Booth, there's not much to eat here. I mean, other than ramen and some white rice."

He didn't reply and I was about to turn around to figure out what he was doing when I felt his hands slipping into the light blue sarong that I had tied around my waist. With a little tug, he easily loosened the tie and it fell to the ground. I moved to turn towards him, but he then took a hold of my hips. Instinctively my muscles tensed, trying to get free of his hands. But then his fingers dipped into large silver hoops that held the straps that went around my hips, stroking the patch of exposed flesh there, I quivered involuntarily and I felt myself breaking my resolve.

Taking a deep breath, I shooed his hands away and turned to remind him, "Booth. Behave yourself. We need to have this discussion and that's going to be very difficult—"

"Then you shouldn't have worn…" His finger skimmed under one of the straps on my hips and gave it a little snap as he said, "this."

The sensation caused a small gasp to escape, but I recovered, giving his chest a shove, sending him a few steps back into the counter. He just grinned at me and bent down to scoop up my sarong. "This is not going to cut it, Bones."

Snatching it away, I retied it around my waist and stepped past him. "Come on."

Leading the way, I lead us out the backdoor, down the stairs from the deck and onto the beach. It was sunny but not overbearingly hot and a breeze was coming in off the ocean. Immediately my hair began to fly around my face and I carefully tucked it back behind my ears to get it under some semblance of control.

For a while, we walked silently, both barefoot and wandering along the wet sand where the waves could come in and lap at our ankles. The water was cool here, leaving my feet feeling slightly chilly. I felt a faint smile form on my face as I pictured what would happen if I were to shove Booth suddenly into the blue waves.

"So you like the ocean, Bones?"

"Huh?" I asked, surprised that he had broken the silence.

"You were just smiling. I wondered why it is that you like the ocean so much?"

"Well, anthropologically speaking, we all feel—"

"Temperance," he scolded. "I was asking you. Not all of humanity." For a moment, I thought he was quite seriously upset with me, but when I glanced over at him, I saw that he was grinning at me. "Now tell me, what do you like about the ocean?"

Licking my lips, I paused in to consider his question, looking out across the water as he came to stand behind me, putting his hands on my shoulders. "I like the sensory effect of the ocean. The feel of the sand and the water coming in around your ankles. The smell of the breeze. The impossible proportions." Glancing over my shoulder at him, I found he was also staring out at the sea, and assured, I continued, "I think that beaches like this one, quiet, uncrowded, relatively unspoiled, are the closest I've ever come to feeling particularly spiritual. I feel like I can actually connect with the process that is happening here each and every time a wave rolls in. Every time the tides change. The change is tangible here."

He pulled me back against him, his arms crossed and resting against my clavicle. I could feel his breath near my ear as he nodded, quietly taking in my statement. Normally, this would be where he would launch into his own story about the ocean, perhaps tales of childhood trips to the beach or Spring Breaks in Fort Lauderdale.

But instead, he just held me there, before speaking again, "So, you said we needed to talk about this…"

I nodded. "I think we need to ensure that both of us are on the same page about this. For example, I think that this is definitely something I want to continue to explore."

"Me, too." He responded, leaning in to brush his lips against my ear.

"But by the same accord, I also think it's too early to commit ourselves entirely to this."

"What exactly is this then?" He asked, skimming one of his hands downward to swirl across my chest.

"I think that we're enjoying our new found level of intimacy and exploring the possibilities that this opens up." I replied frankly, already knowing that he would have a response to my statement.

"I'd like to think that this changes some things between us."

"How so?" I ask, turning my head to see him from the corner of my eye. I could feel the warmth of his bare chest against my back, his breathing steady and slow against my hair.

"I just does, Bones. Two people start a sexual relationship, it changes things."

"Not necessarily. Angela and I once had a brief sexual relationship and nothing really changed."

His hands quickly spun me around, meeting my eyes. "You and Angela?"

I waited for him to continue, but when he didn't I said, "I thought you knew. Everyone in the lab knew."

"When was this, Bones? Because I think I woulda noticed if the two of you were getting each other all hot and bothered," he said, his hands now dropped to his side as he bit down on his lip.

"It was just after the case where Angela's friends were found out in the desert." I said, sincerely puzzled. I had assumed it had been his knowledge of the affair that had prompted his earlier teasing about Angela and myself. Dr. Goodman, Zach, and Hodgins had all been well aware of our brief relationship. I couldn't remember now how Booth hadn't managed to be in on that knowledge. "We both got something out of that aspect of our relationship at that point, but we didn't feel the need to—"

I stopped because I realized that he was no longer listening. His eyes were closed and he was wearing a broad smile. "You know, Bones, sometimes you can be such a guy," he said, shaking his head evidently picturing something in his head.

"I don't understand, Booth. I'm clearly not male."

He just laughed at me lightly and looked up at me, eyes still half closed, "I just mean… Just don't worry about it, Bones. Really." Taking a step forward, he pulled me into his arms, his hands sliding down my back. "You know I'm going to make you tell me about you and Angela one day, right?"

"Why? That's over, Booth. I really wouldn't feel comfortable…Talking about Angela that way."

"I don't know why, she can't seem to keep her mouth shut about you sexually," He teased. My eyes flew up to meet his and found the laughter there. "Besides, it would really turn me on."

His lips dipped in then, covering mine with his, his hands smoothing down my back to squeeze my ass tightly, pulling me tight against him. Holding me there, cradled between his hips and brought his hands upward to the tie at my neck. As his lips made their way down my throat, I moaned, allowing him to work the knot there loose. For the tie at my back, he brought his lips to my newly exposed nipples and sucked eagerly. Once the top fell away, his hands slide downwards quickly. I could feel the hot sun bearing down on my skin, increasing the heat that was already rising from his touch.

Finally, he was on his knees at my feet and his hands lightly tracing patterns slowly up my legs. He lingered the longest at my calves, his fingers and palms and lips finding a great deal to examine there until I was twitching above him. I could feel my skin tightening under the sun, but I couldn't stop him. When he reached my knee caps, he placed long slow kisses there and the sun became too much for my eyes. My head fell back and I closed my eyes, bringing my hands down to his hair to steady myself. I felt him peel away the sarong and the warm air was immediately felt between my legs.

Next, he came to the insides of my thighs, which he teased meticulously with his finger tips, dragging his nails over the sensitive skin, using the flats of his palms to smooth over them in painfully slow caresses. Once he was able to make them tremble with his touch, he moved upward, skipping over my bikini bottom, to focus on my midriff. Here he brought kisses to my ribs, my belly button, and swell of my hips. Then his tongue began to tease, tracing fully the edges of my swimsuit bottom, pausing at the rings to swirl and flick and tease the skin there. I knew that by now, my arousal was definitely visible through the suit, and he could probably smell me as well.

By this point I was trembling, shaking so hard I was struggling just to stay on my feet and I was desperate for Booth to remove my bikini bottom, but he seemed to have a different agenda. It wasn't until he had me waist deep in the ocean that I realized what was happening, and when I did, I blushed from my head to toes, even in the cool water. I was certain that Angela had described this for him as he tipped me back until I was floating on the water's surface, one of his arms sliding under me to gently support me. The sun forced me to keep my eyes closed, but my mouth was hanging open as I felt his fingers teased my nipples with only feather-light touches, first one then another. I could feel goosebumps rising over all of my skin. He left drips of water on my hot skin as he worked, next tracing long winding patterns over my ribs and down my sides.

He had to help me stay up as he moved to my hips, pulling down my swimsuit and tossing it back to shore. His hands lifted my ass to keep me afloat as he moved into position between my legs, resuming his kisses at my belly and moving down, lingering in the curls at my entrance, then on my inner thighs, and then on my hip bones, then the area just above my clit. His name just kept bubbling from my lips and I couldn't do anything. In my dream, my hands had been in his hair and I had been saying dirty things to help excite him. But his tongue would not allow me real language and my hands just simply weren't nimble enough to accomplish anything beyond floating.

Once his mouth found my clit, he refused to waiver. He started up a rhythm with his tongue and then built it with his lips and a gentle sucking. Then the sucking intensified until my hips were bucking and I could feel myself nearing the edge. At that point, my cries had become desperate and I could only hope that the nearest neighbor was far enough away, because Booth then pulled back and slammed his cock into me. It ripped a strangled cry from my throat that anyone but us two would have thought was the cry of a dying woman. Instead, it was my explosion from a single thrust into me. As my body spasmed and quivered in his hands, he kept thrusting and before my shaking had subsided, he was coming hard and hot inside me, setting off a secondary explosion inside of me.

After a few moments, he released me, allowing me to float away under the hot sun. I kept my eyes closed, trying to still all the trembling nerve endings that were still singing in my body. I was drifting away from him on the water, enjoying the coolness on my fevered skin when suddenly I heard a familiar voice calling my name.