"Hello?" Booth called from the front door and tossed his suit jacket against the back of the couch. He loosened his tie with one hand and cupped the back of his neck as he yawned and leaned in the kitchen doorway. "What's all this?"

Two sets of big blue eyes looked at him, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Frosting cookies, Booth," Brennan answered. "Obviously."

It was obvious, but instead of replying to that, he just grunted and walked toward them. He leaned over his daughter's frame and snagged a freshly frosted cookie.

"Dad!"

"Booth!"

The reprimands sounded at the same time, in the same tone, and Booth stifled a laugh around the cookie he'd shoved in his mouth. When he reached for another one, he got his hand slapped.

"These are for school tomorrow," he was told.

"Aw," he complained with a pout and gave Brennan a kiss on her cheek before bending down and kissing his daughter's cheek as well. "I guess I'll just have to go to school tomorrow to get another cookie then."

"No, Dad," the first grader spoke up. "These aren't for adults, only children like me."

"Huh," he pretended to consider as he sat down in the dining room chair across from his two favorite girls. "Only children, hmmm?"

"Yes," brown curls bobbed as she nodded, and Booth's mouth curved up at the serious way she was applying the frosting to the cookie in front of her. He spared a glance toward Brennan, but then smiled even wider when the identical look of concentration was on her face.

"Well, let me help," he leaned forward and grabbed for a frosting bag and cookie. It took him a second, but then he figured out how to squeeze the frosting from the bag, through the metal beveled nozzle thing, onto the cookie. "Heh, pretty good, yeah?" he held up his design.

The same two sets of blue eyes examined his handi-work, and his little girl shook her head. "No, you're not doing it right, Dad. Just let us do them. There is a specific way it must be done, right Mom?"

"Um…well, yes," Brennan met his eyes, and Booth laughed.

"She sure does put me in my place,"

Brennan bristled a bit, in defense of both of them, "She's merely stating the facts, Booth," she murmured. "It's not personal," her eyes begged him to understand, even as she knew he did.

"Nah, I get it…I get it," he murmured. "Besides, I'm used to it. I've been in my place for years, Bones…"

A smile curved up one side of her mouth and then she got back to work. Booth lifted his arms until his head was resting in his hands, and he relaxed in his chair and watched. He yawned, and after a moment, Brennan smiled and met his eyes again. He gave her a brazen wink, enjoying the way she blushed a little bit.

His eyes moved to her hands, and his tongue swept across his lips at the way her slim fingers were applying precise pressure to the frosting bag. As he watched her work, an idea began to form…

-b&b-

Later that night, Brennan sat up in their bed, her computer giving off most of the light in the room. A few papers were strewn by her side, and there was an upside down periodical resting on Booth's pillow.

"Hey," Booth spoke from their bedroom doorway. He leaned against the entrance and was holding a tray, carefully perching a small stack of cookies and two glasses of milk.

"Booth…" Brennan chided with a laugh. "Those really are for school," she insisted as she watched him walk into the room.

Booth tsked away her reply and set the tray on his nightstand before stripping down to his boxers and getting into bed. Brennan closed her computer and moved her papers aside and then met his eyes with amused expectation until he explained himself.

"Please," he scoffed, and sat up against their headboard before reaching for the tray. "I counted, and there are like 100 cookies out there. I know she doesn't have 100 kids in her class, so they can't all be for school."

Rather than discrediting his facts, she arched an eyebrow. "You counted them?" she teased.

Booth took a bite of a cookie and froze, giving her a slightly guilty look. "Well, sorta,"

Brennan laughed but then reached toward the tray. Booth moved it away. "Oh, you think some of this is for you, hmmm?"

She laughed again and moved to her knees for more leverage. "You did bring two glasses of milk, so logically…"

Booth met her eyes and couldn't keep his from twinkling a bit, even as his mouth remained in as serious a line as possible. "Maybe I'm just really thirsty."

"Are you?" she asked, letting two fingers slip down his bare bicep.

Booth's nostrils flared, and he leaned toward her for a quick kiss before he settled the tray between them. Only then did Brennan notice the full frosting bag also on the tray.

"What's that for, Booth?" she asked, and when she reached for it, he snagged it away.

"That is dessert."

"Dessert?" she asked dryly. "After cookies?"

His gaze moved to the way her nightshirt rode high up on her thighs, and Brennan chuckled. "I see."

She took a cookie and a glass of milk from the tray. Booth smiled and clinked his glass against hers. "Cheers,"

"Cheers," Brennan tilted her head to the side and considered him. The scene was incredibly domestic, yet it felt similar to all those nights they'd shared drinks before. So much had changed and so much had stayed the same. It was only when he looked concerned that she realized she'd become lost in her thoughts and was staring at him.

"What's the matter, Bones?" he asked, and she shook her head.

"Nothing…I was just thinking."

"About what?" he asked before draining his glass of milk with one drink.

Brennan smiled and traced his lip with her thumb. "About before all of this…" she motioned around their bedroom. "How some of the things I thought were important turned out not to be and how some of the things I knew were true still are."

He tilted his empty glass toward her in a salute. "I'd drink to that, but I'm empty." He smiled and pressed his mouth to hers. "You taste sweet," he murmured appreciatively, and she laughed.

"I haven't even eaten any of this cookie," she observed, and he kissed her again.

"Doesn't matter—you're always sweet," his lips moved over her jawline and neck as his hand landed on her bare knee. He rubbed the underside with his thumb, and Brennan sighed in lazy pleasure. She took a bite of her cookie and then placed it and her glass on her nightstand before sliding down to her back and opening herself to him.

Booth immediately settled between her legs and rested his weight on one of his arms. He wrapped the fingers of his other hand around the frosting bag and brought it to her lips. When they parted, he gently squeezed and painted a slim line against her mouth. Brennan's tongue slipped out immediately and licked up the sweet frosting. Booth followed with a kiss chaser, and his smiling lips matched hers.

Brennan peeled her sleep-shirt up and over her head, leaving her bare to his gaze and touch. He stared at her bare breasts and gently traced one firm nipple with his index finger.

"No matter how many times I see you like this," he commented as he laid a line of frosting down the center of her chest. "You take my breath away."

Brennan's hand went to the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his hair he lowered his mouth to her body and began to clean up his work. She arched up when he pressed his bare chest against hers and slid up to kiss along her neck. He dabbled a bit of frosting under her ear and spent a lazy minute kissing her there until she was clean and squirming beneath him. Feeling playful, he laughed and did the same beneath her other ear. Her hands smoothed down his back and she clasped his ass, grinding up against him in impatience. "Booth…"

He grinned and kissed her lips, moving down to her chest. "Be patient, Bones…"

She huffed out a breath but tried to relax. Booth used the frosting bag and squeezed small drops of frosting up and around her nipples until they were completely covered.

With long, slow swipes of his tongue, he licked her clean, sucking and murmuring praise at her sweet taste and the frosting. Brennan undulated beneath him and cried out when he frosted her belly and rasped his tongue over her again and again.

Booth spread frosting all over her body, up and down her legs, in the crease where her thighs met her torso, and he frosted up his finger before sliding it between her slit and licking her clean there.

"Booth, Booth, Booth…" Brennan panted his name for what felt like hours until he licked her one time too many and she came, long and hard against his mouth. "Mmmmmm," she breathed, her stomach contracting with pleasure so strong it was almost painful.

Booth noted her sensitivity and placed soft kisses on her arms and shoulders as he settled his weight over her. His erection was firm and it pulsed against her hip. She tried to shift her body to line up to his, but didn't have the energy. Booth kissed her lips and palmed her thighs until she could wrap her legs around his waist.

He grunted in satisfaction when she took him in all the way. Brennan arched up again and placed her hands on his shoulders. "Suck my breasts…like before," she demanded huskily. He was quick to oblige and bent his head to wrap his lips around her softened nipple. It sprang to life against his tongue, and he gently sucked as he thrust in and out of her.

With a soft nibble he released her and licked his way over to her other breast before sucking her there. His thrusts grew more frantic and he wrapped his arms around her waist so he could flip to his back. With the new leverage, he was able to piston into her and keep her gorgeous breasts against his mouth. Brennan gripped the headboard in her fingers and held on as he rode her from below, so firm and fast.

Booth licked at her stiff nipples with soft, heated strokes that made her tremble and moan. When she splintered into her second orgasm and clenched around him, this time he followed quickly, and squeezed her hips and bucked into her.

Their breathing was ragged as Brennan collapsed against his chest. She tried to pull in more than a shuddering breath, but couldn't quite manage it. His fingers were light little weights on her back, so different from his normal soft touch—but he had barely any control over his body. Finally, she could move enough to roll to her side. A squishing noise registered in her ears before she felt the mess, but then she groaned when she realized she'd smashed frosting into her sheets and against her back.

"Give me a minute,' Booth panted, his eyes not even open. "And I'll start over."

Brennan snorted out a laugh that would have been indelicate if she'd been in any other position. "How about we just go to the spare room and I clean it up in the morning."

"Okay," he conceded. "But that means we actually have to move."

She whimpered and curled up next to him. "I will…in a minute."

"Yeah," he tucked her closer and kissed the top of her head. "In a minute…"

Their eyes drifted shut and neither moved for many minutes. And when Brennan woke hours later, she realized she was in bed with Booth, his burgeoning morning erection, and a half full frosting bag.

I'm just having dessert, she rationalized. For breakfast.