A/N: Again, thanks for all the reviews for the last chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones.
When Bones awoke the following morning, Booth's arms were wrapped lovingly around her. She didn't remember shifting positions, nor did she care. She was fairly certain that Booth wasn't awake yet from his shallow breaths and slow, steady heart beat. Her heart quickened in comparison. For the second time in three short months, she was waking up in Booth's arms. Being in his arms felt like having a fortress surrounding her, protecting her from any ill that might befall her. Just as he'd promised – he'd always catch her when she fell. Bones knew that she'd fallen far this time, yet no matter how'd she'd hurt him, he was still there for her.
Bones snuggled closer to him, eradicating the minute space between them. Her mind searched for a time when she'd woken up beside a man without having sex the previous night. Her mind drew a blank. She couldn't think of a single time when she'd only literally "slept with" a man in his bed. Of course, this was technically her bed, but the logistics weren't really important. It may have happened once or twice with Sully, when either of them was too tired for sex, but there had always been the intention of having sex with Sully. With Booth, it was different. Everything was different with Booth. She felt perfectly content to have his strong arms around her without the pretext of sex. As Bones continued to contemplate the pleasant sensation of being in Booth's arms, she felt Booth's hand move from her waist to her hair.
As his eyes fluttered open, he smiled and said, "Hey. You're still here."
Bones opened her mouth to say that she'd never leave him when he needed her, but it wasn't true. She had left when he needed her. She'd left the country when he was lying in a hospital bed recovering from brain surgery. She'd left him when his bruised brain was solving the puzzle of what she was to him.
"Yes, I am" was all she could say in response.
"Thanks for staying," he whispered.
"You're welcome, and, Booth, I mean what I said last night about when I have the babies."
"Thanks, Bones, that means so much to me."
She looked into his chocolate brown eyes and rapidly said, "Booth, that night –."
Brennan placed her hand on her stomach, and Booth nodded, needing no further explanation. Booth held his breath knowing that how Bones finished that sentence had the potential to irrevocably change things forever. He mentally wished for her next word to not be "was a big mistake."
Instead, she said, "That night was the possibly the most amazing night of my life, not just because you are an adept lover, but because it was with you, Booth."
Booth smiled broadly, leaned in, and pressed his lips softly to hers, "That night was the most amazing night of my life, Bones."
Bones smiled shyly and added, "And, I think that you should sleep in my bed from this point forward."
"Oh, do you?" Booth asked with a mischievous grin.
"Yes, I enjoy waking up next to you, and my bed is considerably more comfortable."
Booth brought his hand to her face and traced her jaw line with a single finger, "Temperance Brennan, I would sleep on bed of nails if it meant being next to you."
"Well, that seems highly impractical. If, for some unknown reason -."
Booth chuckled then leaned in to kiss her again. As he captured her lips, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into the kiss.
Booth pulled back from the kiss, "I need to know you want this, all of this, Bones."
Bones lifted her eyes to meet his, "I want this, Booth. All of this."
She pulled Booth flush against her body and kissed him ardently. Entangling his fingers in her hair, he returned her kiss, savoring the warmth and softness of her mouth. As she slowly ran her fingers lightly down his back, Booth slowly pulled her nightgown over head, revealing how her body had metamorphosed as their babies grew. Booth's eyes took in the changes in Brennan's body since he'd make love to her three months ago, the changes that he'd only enjoyed stolen glances of beneath her clothing.
He softly kissed the nape of her neck, gently sucking on the spot her remembered sending shivers down her spine.
"You smell so good, baby. When I laid in my cot in Afghanistan, all I could think about was how sweet you smelled," Booth said, leaving a trail of kisses from her the hollow of her neck to her breasts, "and how soft your skin felt beneath my hands."
"In Maluku, I kept thinking about how incredible it was that someone as strong as you could be so gentle," Bones said, unable to meet Booth's eye.
Noticing her averted gaze, Booth said "Hey," and tilted her chin up and gently pressed his lips to hers, "saying how you feel doesn't make you weak. Don't be ashamed."
Bones nodded, her eyes clouding with tears.
Booth kissed away the tears forming in her eyes then returned his attention to her breasts then her slightly rounded stomach before indulging his desire to taste her again. After she cried his name and trembled with pleasure, Booth pulled off the only article of clothing between their naked bodies. As he slid inside her, Booth moaned and shivered at the sensation he thought he'd never feel again.
"Booth," she moaned in return.
They moved together as one until they both screamed one another's names and quivered with pleasure.
After making love, Bones rested her head against Booth's bare chest, and Booth's arms folded around her. Booth moved his hands to her stomach, gently caressing it.
"I didn't think it was possible for you to be more beautiful, but you look so beautiful pregnant with our babies."
Bones turned over on her stomach to face him and said, "That is because I am producing pheromones that -."
"Bones," Booth said seriously with widened eyes.
"Sorry, I know that isn't romantic," Bones said rolling her eyes playfully.
"No, Bones. That's not it."
The tone in his voice incited fear in her heart.
"You're bleeding."