Alrighty… Celebrating the fact that I have one final out of four done, here's another chapter.

I knew I was supposed to do the second part of Crystallization first, but this one came out before… So this one happens right after the first one and revolves around the same theme.

Response Time : The time interval between the occurrence of an event and its recording by the data-gathering system.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

She groaned at the sound of the alarm clock drawing her from sleep. Stretching her muscles, she rolled over to stop the aggressive sound and landed right on top of a muscular chest. She lowered her head to kiss it, then burying her nose in the comforting scent at the crook of a warm neck. Mmmm. Good morning to her. She could get used to this… When she felt large hands traveling down her bare back to cup her ass, she raised her head and looked straight into warm brown eyes.

"Hi."

"Good morning, gorgeous."

"Are you going to say that every morning?"

"Seems appropriate."

They both smiled, lost for a moment in the eyes of the other. How could everything be so easy? All those fears she had before… And yet nothing terrible seemed to be happening. On the contrary, everything was warm, radiant, happy. Everything was good.

Except… now they had to face the real world. And to be quite honest, that was a bit worrisome. Between them, everything was amazing. But she wasn't sure how adding everyone else – Angela, Hodgins, Cam (God, his ex-girlfriend!) – in it would modify what they had now. It was a lot of pressure to put on something she was only beginning to admit could truly work. It would definitely be better if they could postpone this moment for a while. She could only hope he would not see this as an insult, or a doubt…

"Booth? What are we going to do today?"

"Hum. Well I don't know about you Bones, but I have to go to work. And I guess you'll do something similar."

"No, I mean… What are we going to do about us and… everybody else? You know, it's not that I'm ashamed or anything, but I have to say… I mean, everything is so good right now, and it's just beginning – well, I think. And I don't know about you, but, I guess…"

She was stopped by firm lips capturing hers. He cupped her neck, pressing her into him while he was giving a hot wet kiss, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth.

"You want to wait before we tell everyone. Got it."

She sighed, relieved. She only wanted time to assimilate the extent of the disruptions before adding yet more upheaval. Wait until all of this seemed more stable to her. Return to baseline before creating another event. And he seemed to understand, smiling warmly to her. How perfect was that?

"Yes." Her eyes shone and her hand traveled down the perfectly sculpted chest underneath her. "We both have to take our shower… Wanna save some water?"

"You bet your sweet ass I do."

They both ran naked to the shower, Booth appreciating the view of her slim unclothed body in front of him. Man, how luckier could he be? She was sexy as hell. And she wanted to be with him. It's just beginning – well, I think, she had said. It was the beginning of forever and always, as far as he was concerned. So what if she wanted to wait before telling everyone? He would wait until she was ready, until she was sure, and he would show her she was right to be sure of it. Because together, they were stronger than anything.

While waiting for the water to warm up, he lazily kissed her neck, then her jaw. His tongue swirled over the creamy skin, the salty taste being a reminder of last night's amazing love session.

"Do I get to wash you?"

She smiled sweetly, looking at him through half closed eyes.

"Would you like that?"

"Definitely one of my fantasies," he groaned.

Heat exploded in her body, making her pussy contract with anticipation. One of Booth's fantasies about her. Definitely worth exploring.

"Well, I suppose there is some advantage to having my back washed…" she winked at him, getting into the shower, under the spray of warm water.

When Booth entered the shower, he got absolutely entranced by the view in front of him. Water was running down her body, rivulets flowing between her perfect silky breasts, crossing her flat belly to finally drip from the curvy hairs between her legs. Fucking perfect. And then he could only watch, mouth agape, while she turned around to expose her back, water going down in the gutter formed by her spine to end up between her cheeks. Her sinfully long legs were completing the picture, looking firmer and… sexier under the water.

"You get to touch as well as look, you know? You might as well make the most of it."

He chuckled, moving forward to press her back into his chest.

"That is one hell of a good suggestion, Dr. Brennan. Give me that soap now."

He was nibbling her ear while pouring some soap into his hand. She let her body relax into his, feeling his muscles working behind her back, his erection snuggling between her cheeks. His hands started spreading the lather on the front of her body, slowly tracing the outlines of her hips, her belly, her ribcage and then at last cupping her breasts. He felt their weight and caressed them, his heavy breathing in her ear driving her crazy. Then he brushed his thumbs against the straining nipples, the slippery soap helping him to build a rapid rhythm. He was now really hard behind her, his length pushing against her ass, the tip of it barely making contact with her labias.

Enough with that. She could not survive three seconds in the lab if she was going there all worked up. And there was only one solution to this.

She pressed her bottom more firmly into him, tilting her pelvis.

"Bones," he said, voice strained. "We don't have time for that."

His hands apparently had another point of view, since they were quickly going down her belly to meet her swollen nub.

"Then you will have to do really quick," she sassed, bending forward a bit more, putting her hands against the wall in front of her. "And, since you're washing me, it's your job to make sure I'm really wet everywhere…"

His lips trailed up her spine to her ear, whispering only one sentence before ramming himself into her.

"Bones, we both know I'm never disappointing you when it comes to get you wet…"

Sheer pleasure ran through her veins as he filled her, his hands possessively cupping her hips to slam her onto him. Yes.

"Booth…"

His name seemed to just escape from her lips, as if she hadn't planned to say it but it just got out of her somehow. The only thought that crossed his mind was that she couldn't have said something sexier or more provocative, his hips jerking forward of their own volition. Her tight sheath was even hotter than the water of the shower, and the sensation of his most sensible part being buried into her hot wetness while the rest of his body was enveloped by another type of hot wetness was purely unbelievable. His balls were already boiling.

"Bones… Oh God, I'm so… Not gonna…"

"Please… Just keep going Booth… So good," she nearly sobbed.

She could feel him lengthen in her, stretching her even more. She removed one of her hands from the wall to place it between her legs, her index circling her clit. Her body's response to this new stimulation was instantaneous, and she felt her inner walls closing rhythmically around his length.

He had been trying to hold back, wanting her to get something out of this morning shower. But as he felt her muscles closing on him, he was done. His hips moved forward one more time, spilling himself deep into her.

For a few moments, the only audible sound was the water falling down, covering their ragged breathing as they were both trying to focus back.

"Mmmmm. Now I'll want that every Monday morning."

"Then I'll have to make sure I'm the one in your shower every Monday morning."

Everything was going fine for now, she reflected while going through her e-mails. Booth was coming to get her for a case, and the world hadn't yet fallen down because they were sleeping together.

They had been making love… Each time that thought crossed her mind, her heart skipped a beat and she was unable to repress the smile that came to her lips.

Angela had asked questions. But then, she was… well, Angela. She could just know when someone was having sex. It was one of her weird gifts. But she diverted her by babbling something about a one night stand.

So. Everthing was great.

Angela came in her office, sitting down on the couch.

"Tonight, Sweetie, we're having a girls night. I want to hear more about your incredible sex-man."

Great. I'll never get out of this…

"Are you still celibate? I thought you didn't have to go for crumbs anymore."

"That's not what I'm doing!" she replied, offended. "I'm taking interest in the love life of my best friend. Who is not at all grateful for the care I'm showing."

She sighed. Before she could replied, Booth appeared in the doorway, holding a file, a knee-wakening charm smile painted on his face.

"Come on Bones! We've got a case!"

She raised from her chair and reached for her coat, but she was stopped by Angela's next words.

"Oh. My. God. You two are sleeping together."

It wasn't even a question, it was a simple affirmation. They both turned toward her, a stunned look on their faces. How the hell could she know that so quick? They weren't even sure their brains were knowing it clearly, and there she was, stating it out loud… She let out a small squeal, raising from the couch.

"Don't even bother denying it! You, missy, have had that big 'I've-just-got-laid' smile on your face since this morning. The biggest you had since I know you. Which means you had absolutely earth-shattering, best-ever-sex I would guess the whole week-end and this morning. And you, FBI Special Agent, have a charm smile, a deeply satisfied sex vibe and sparkles in your eyes I have rarely seen since you got out from that coma. Which leads me to think that my best friend here present had the best sex of her life with you, and that you found it not bad yourself since you're now cured of your coma home-sickness."

Booth and Brennan were both standing, mouth agape.

"Well…" Brennan started.

"I'm so happy for you guys!" Angela interrupted her. "Anyways, I'm gonna have all details by tonight, right, Bren?" She smiled, walking to the door. "Oh, and don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I'm guessing you didn't tell me because you want to keep it secret for a while, so I'll respect that…"

And with that she was gone.

"How does she do that?!?" Booth asked, truly blown away.

"Obviously, she has less trouble integrating the concept than we do… Anyways, don't we have a case?"

"Hum? Oh, yeah."

They walked to the SUV, carrying the instruments to begin yet another investigation.

"Bones, just to be sure here… You're not really going to share every detail with Angela, right?"

Yep, some things would never change.

Hot enough to warm the winter days? ;-)