A/N: My turn! My chapter was not a surprise, because hiding smutty fic from your best friend goes against the code. What code, you ask? THE code.

Deeeaaarrr Ren: Congratulations! I am so proud of you. Also, selfishly, I am very glad to have more of your time to monopolize. So keep an eye on that southern horizon; you never know when I will sneak across the border and show up on your doorstep.

OOOOO

When Booth came waltzing into his partner's office at two in the afternoon, Brennan glanced up from her computer, expecting a case.

"No." She begged, shaking her head.

"No, what?" He asked.

"I am very busy today. I don't have time to go out into the field."

"I'm not here about a case." He said with a smile.

"Then why are you here?" She asked, suddenly worried.

"I left work early." He said with a calming smile. "Come play hooky with me." He requested.

"Did you not hear what I just said?" She asked as she went back to her work. "I am very busy."

"Bones…" He whined. "It's the first real day of spring. We should be outside, walking around the Mall, or you know, relieving some of your stress." He waggled his eyebrows. "Not cooped up in your office."

"Well, I will be here until seven. What you do with your free time until then is up to you." She informed him. He sighed in frustration as he collapsed on her couch.

"No." She said again, disapproving of his current location. He was not staying here.

"Wha…?" He began as Brennan gave him a stare. "I am just going to sit here for a minute while I make a plan." He defended. "I won't even make noise." He promised. "I'll be as quiet as Stanley." He said with a motion towards the iguana's tank. "You won't even know that I'm here."

"Why do I highly doubt that?" She muttered. She loved him, but the man wouldn't be quiet if he were dead. However, she went back to typing furiously at her computer, hoping she was wrong. Sure enough, Booth lasted only a few seconds before he was rhythmically tapping his fingers on the arm of her couch. Brennan sighed dramatically as she gave him a pointed look. Booth got the message.

"Fine." He said, standing up. "I'll see you tonight." He walked over and gave her a kiss before showing himself out. Brennan felt a momentary pang of guilt as she watched him go but as she looked down at her workload again, the feeling disappeared.

OOOOO

Brennan made her way up the front steps in the twilight. She had promised him seven, and it was only 6:30. She really did feel bad about kicking him out earlier. She opened the door and spotted him in the kitchen, leaning into the oven. He pulled something out and let it rest on the stove top.

"Smells good." She commented and he jumped, pushing his thumb directly against the hot pan.

"Ow!" He cried as he lifted his hand off the range. "Son of a…" Brennan winced as he turned off the oven.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." She said.

"You're early." Booth groaned as he hurried to turn on the sink and run his sizzling hand under the cold water.

"You were making dinner?" She realized as she inventoried the mess in the kitchen. Booth didn't respond. "Here, let me take a look." She offered as she made her way over to the sink.

"No, Bones. I got it." He backed away from her, not wanting to relive the experience a second time.

"Will you just hold still?" Brennan asked as she examined his wound. "I can't get a look at it when you are wiggling."

"Bones, I'm trying, but it burns." Booth said. "It's why they call it a burn to begin with." He added facetiously as she twisted his wrist closer to the light.

"You really should have been wearing protection." She added as she reached under the sink for the aloe vera.

"Well, I wasn't exactly planning on sticking the base of my thumb against the 350 degree pan." He argued. "But thank you for that advice." She sat him down and managed to apply a thin layer of gel to his burn despite his constant moving and she blew lightly on his upturned palm.

"Let that dry." She commanded. He mumbled something in response, still upset by the events of the past five minutes. Brennan watched as her partner pouted at the kitchen table and shook her head.

"Sometimes, it's hard to tell where you stop and your daughter begins." She said as she set the aloe down on the counter and faced him. "You have the same pout."

"It hurts." He defended, not saying another word.

"Would you like me to kiss it and make it better?" She patronized him, knowing that was how he solved all of Christine's perceived ills. She expected a roll of his eyes, but he surprised her with a pathetic nod of his head. He offered her his hand and she grabbed his fingers. Careful to avoid the burn, she kissed his tattoo at the base of his hand affectionately. "All better." She informed him. Booth's eyes grew dark and he shifted in his seat, becoming more aroused than comforted by her action. His face remained stoic but there was a playful light in his eyes as he offered her his other wrist. Never one to back down from a challenge, Brennan placed a wet, open mouthed kiss on his wrist, tracing the ink of his other tattoo lightly with her tongue. She watched as he closed his eyes and gulped, his erection tenting his jeans. Brennan licked her lips in response and found herself wanting to taste more of him, all of him.

"Christine's at the Hodgins' house for the night." Booth mentioned, reading her mind.

"Then let me make it up to you." She whispered, her own voice suggesting that she would make it worth his while. He nodded and Brennan slowly pulled him up out of his chair. She kept him close and she could feel his quiet, unresolved tension behind her as she led the way towards their bedroom.

She stopped at the foot of their bed and turned to face him. Their eyes met in a smoldering connection before she rolled onto her toes to kiss him slowly. They melted into each other as Brennan's hands found the hem of his t-shirt and ran over the skin on his back. He grinned against her mouth as he pulled away so she could lift the shirt completely off. She clung to him as she took his earlobe into her mouth and kissed her way down his jaw and neck. Brennan pressed him down onto the bed as she settled between his legs, rubbing herself against his jeans as she slid down his body to kiss his chest. Her trail of kisses covered every inch of his pecs as she relished the delicious flavor of his smooth skin.

"Bones…" Booth murmured his surprised approval as his good hand weaved its way into her hair.

"I want to taste all of you." She whispered against his skin. "Every. Single. Inch." She purred as she kissed her way down his abs. She unbuttoned his jeans and his hips leapt off the bed to assist her as she finished undressing him and then herself. She returned to him, hovering her mouth above his freed erection. Booth locked eyes with her and made it clear that he wanted her to end the game. Still, she wanted to keep her promise. Making up her mind, she kissed his hip bone instead. Booth produced a choked sigh in protest and she smirked against his thigh. His hand fell from her hair as she trailed down his inner leg and it wasn't long before he was palming his strained erection, desperate for release. Brennan wasn't having it. She stopped kissing him and she swatted his hand away.

"Mine." She said with an arch of her eyebrow. He looked pointedly at her and she had to smile. She gave in and wrapped her lips around his shaft.

"Oh God yes…" He moaned in relief as her tongue danced around him. His hand locked into her hair again as he thrust into her mouth. "Oh shit, Bones." He croaked. "Oh, just like that. Don't stop." He begged, but she had no intention of quitting. Her own desire coated her thighs as he came undone, losing himself within her. She watched the trembling man in front of her with a mix of smug satisfaction and pulsating need.

He opened his eyes slowly, looking down at her with sated eyes. She bit her lip, trying not to come from the sight but she was already so close to breaking, anything might set her off. He shook his head as she crawled up towards him again.

"There are no words." He murmured as he rolled over on top of her. His fingers stroked lazily between her thighs and she widened her legs in response. "Bones, you must be vibrating." He realized as her entire body tensed at his actions.

"My turn to burn." She answered, her voice low and deep. Booth's eyes went charcoal black before sliding down her body and burying his face between her legs.

"Mmmm!" She bit back her gasp as his mouth met her aching flesh. Her entire body was already on fire and she knew it wouldn't be long before she was falling apart. She panted in time with his tongue as her body fell into a natural rhythm. She reached above her, clinging to the headboard as she fought the inevitable but she exploded under his lips. When the last of her tremors abated, she opened her eyes to find Booth staring at her.

"You're gorgeous." He whispered, kissing her stomach as he made his way back up her body. She knew his look well by now, but there was still only one word to describe it: dazzled. She placed her hand on the side of his face and looked deep into his eyes.

"I love you." She told him, wanting him to really listen to her. "I always will."

"I know." He said.

"We own a house. We have a daughter together who is nearly three."

"I know." He smiled as he propped himself up on his elbow beside her, his fist resting under his temple.

"So why do you still look at me like this is all some sort of dream that you're about to wake up from?" She asked.

"Because you love me, and you always will." He said, his free hand reaching across her body to steal her hand and weave their fingers together. "Because we own a house together." He said as if he still couldn't wrap his mind around it. "And because we have a daughter, with your blue eyes and my charm smile, who is nearly three." Brennan smiled at his answer. "It's an amazing thing, Bones. So I will always be amazed."

"And dazzled?" She inquired. He furrowed his eyebrows in curious amusement at her word choice but played along. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.

"Always." He assured her.