Based on the drop-dead gorgeous sneak peeks for 7x09. This is M.

XI. Knowing

"Trust me, you're not in someone else's body. I know your body. I guarantee that one."

-BONES-

Unlike one significant other in his life, Seeley Booth did not consider himself scary smart, but there were some things he knew. He knew when somebody was trying to bullshit him. He knew his Flyers, how to fix a car, pull the trigger, stir-fry garlic. He had even learned to understand some of the squints jibber-jabber. He had always known that Bones was the answer to most of his questions.

And he knew her body. Oh yes, he knew her body.

Temperance Brennan was not a modest person, in fact, she was probably as far away from modest as one can be, and seeing her self-conscious about something had always shaken his world a little bit. He had always tried to fix it – with hugs or words or smurfs – and even though he found her current concern quite laughable, he tried to be the supportive partner, tried to adopt her point of view.

But... a golf course! How did she even come up with a simile like that?

Listening to his partner singing their child to sleep, he couldn't suppress his smirk. Even after all these months, all these years she never failed to amuse him. Mostly when she didn't intend to amuse him at all.

The singsong in the nursery was replaced by the soft melody of Christine's musical clock and then Brennan's footsteps could be heard, damped by her plushy bunny slippers.

"She's sleeping."

"Yeah, she had a very exciting day trying to suck her own toes."

"Her motoric skills are quite extraordinary."

Stowing the last glass into the dish-washer, Booth turned to his woman, outstretching his arms. Without further encouragement, she stepped into his embrace.

"Are you tired?" he murmured, his hands rubbing her back.

She relaxed under his caress, humming incoherently.

"You look great, by the way."

Something like "umph" was his answer, and he chuckled.

"Are you laughing about me?"

Pulling away slightly, Brennan ogled him suspiciously.

His hands sneaked under her top, but she pulled away for real now, and his face sobered somehow.

"Bones, look, I'm sorry. It's just that you do look great. Stunning and sexy and beautiful."

Tilting her head, she gnawed her lip in that adorable way of hers.

"You're biased."

"Of course I am, I love you."

Her eyelids fluttered at his words, as if it was still a pleasant surprise, even after... after everything.

"Do you trust me?"

"You know that I do."

"Then come."

He offered his hand to her, and, after a tiny second of hesitation, she accepted it, letting him guide her to the bedroom.

"Booth..."

He stilled her with a quick but firm kiss before letting go of her hand.

"Get undressed."

It wasn't really a question, and she sucked in a breath.

"Wha-"

"Trust me."

He had turned around, rummaging around in her drawer until he found what he was looking for.

"A scarf? You wanna tie me up again?"

His eyes wandered boldly over her body, and he gave her a cocky grin, a grin that caused her belly to tighten in excitement.

"Tempting. But not today. Get undressed."

Lowering her eyes, she finally nodded, an almost shy smile blooming around her lips.

"Give me a minute."

He watched her disappearing in the adjoining bathroom, bunny slippers, funny ponytail and everything, and his heart widened in sudden tenderness. This was not about tenderness, though, it was about reassurance, about confidence, and, blinking once, twice, he focused on the task ahead.

A few minutes later, he heard the bathroom door opening, heard her soft "oh".

'Ah, you didn't see this one coming, did you?'

He sat in front of her on the bed they shared every night, gloriously naked except for the flimsy scarf covering his eyes.

"Booth..."

Her voice sounded just a tad breathless. Good. Very good.

"This morning I heard the smartest woman I know saying something very stupid about her body," he begun, imagining how she would tilt her head, looking just a little bit confused.

"I love that body, by the way. Come here."

Outstretching his arm, he waited for the weight of her hand in his. He didn't have to wait too long, though, and he clasped it gently.

"Your hands can do the most amazing things. Put skulls back together. Soothe our daughter. I'm very fond of your hands."

Bringing said hand to his lips, he kissed each and every knuckle before pulling her thumb into his mouth, sucking gently.

A sharp gasp was his answer.

Spreading his legs, he pulled her between his thighs. Her smooth skin brushed his knee, and anticipation tickled down his spine.

"Let me tell you a few things about your body, ya?"

Imagining her nod, he got up, taking her face into both hands.

"You have the prettiest face I've ever seen."

Bending down, he kissed her cheeks, her eyelids.

"Soft skin, blue eyes, silky hair."

She meowed somehow and he lingered on her lips for a few moments, luxuriating in the intimately familiar act of kissing her.

"But you know that, don't you?"

"My structure is very symmetric."

"I bet it is."

His palms slid down her arms in one swift caress.

"I love your arms. I mean, you're so slender, but when you hold me, I feel safe. They are strong arms. Long and elegant. Like your legs. Kick-ass legs, Bones." He chuckled. "Literally."

She couldn't help but laugh.

"I think I get your point."

"Oh no, we just started."

And, just like that, he cupped her breasts. He tested their weight before brushing his thumbs over her sensitive nipples, causing her to moan. Almost helplessly, she leaned into his touch.

"I kind of have to wait in line at the moment, but I'm a sucker for your breasts."

Lowering his head, he buried it in her cleavage, and the sweet scent of woman and milk surrounded him.

"I bet they hurt," he continued, "and it must be weird... uh... you know..."

"Lactating," she added helpfully.

His tongue darted out, tasting the swollen flesh.

"Yeah. It's magic."

Suddenly, her fingers were running through his hair, massaging his scalp, and he sighed contently.

"It's not magic, it's biology," she corrected.

Turning his head a few inches, he sucked her nipple between his lips, ever so gently not to add to the soreness. She went very still in his arms.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No, but if you don't stop..."

Her warning came too late, and he could taste the almost sugary flavor of her on his tongue.

Inhaling sharply, she tried to pull away, but he held her tight.

"Magic, Bones," he murmured before spreading the drops of mother's milk over her areola.

"Booth..."

Leaving her breasts, he traveled southwards, pressing his cheek against the soft curve of her abdomen.

"Can I tell you a secret? Sometimes I miss your belly. Maybe it's a guy thing, but the sight of you carrying my baby? Wow. Can I tell you another secret? When you were still pregnant, there have been moments when I just wanted to feel you close to me, so very close without anything in between. Maybe that's just selfish."

"Even at the risk of sounding shallow... I don't like that my skin is so flabby."

"It's not flabby. Just a little bit softer. It's evidence, Bones. Evidence that a baby has been in there. Besides, you'll be all toned and skinny soon enough, look at the healthy crap you eat."

Lifting his hands, he palmed her hips.

"They're wider than before, but I like that. You look like a real woman. There's that birthmark right here," he found the right spot even blindfolded, tapping gently.

"And now we're getting to my favorite part."

Grinning widely, he let his hands slide around her to cup her bottom, kneading confidently. Above him, she laughed huskily.

"Firm. Well-defined muscles. Perfect roundness. Very symmetric as well. You have a great ass, Bones."

Shifting his head, he peppered little kisses all over her midsection.

"A whole great body."

He could feel her fingers in his hair again, but this time they weren't caressing him, rather tugging at the silky material of the scarf, and then sudden brightness blinded his vision. Blinking hard, he tried to adjust to the light.

"Trust me, I know your body. You look great, Bones. Gorgeous. You truly do."

He was looking at her with simple honesty... and, just like that, she felt beautiful somehow.

"Thank you," she whispered, her heart suddenly spilling over with warmth.

Pushing him backwards, she crawled on top of him, pressing herself to his wonderfully naked body from head to toe, and, in one strong motion, he flipped her around until he was towering above her.

"I believe you," she added on a breathless sigh, and the corner of his mouth arched up cockily.

"I'm not done."

"No?"

His hand ran down her side before cupping the back of her thigh, raising it... and the firm heat of his erection was pressed against her soft flesh.

"Oh..."

"This is what you do to me. I want you like crazy. I've never felt so," he breathed heavily into her ear, "out of control before. The way you look, the way you talk, the way you are. Just you."

Tilting his pelvis, he rubbed his full length over her, and, beneath him, she arched her back. One of her hands sneaked between their bodies, and then it was his turn to gasp, as her nimble fingers closed around his shaft.

"I want you just the same," she answered, her tongue darting out to circle his auricle. "Just the same, Booth."

He groaned helplessly, burying his face in her hair, rocking into her hand. Her thumb brushed the velvety skin on his hard flesh, and the noises he made sent jolts straight to her core.

Using her strength, she surprised him by flipping them around anew, breaking their sweet friction, but before he could protest, she had lifted and lowered herself with her very unique mixture of adorableness and grace. And he was inside of her.

"Yes," he sighed, eyes dropping shut in pleasure.

Her inner muscles fluttered in welcome, and, opening his eyes again, he reveled in the sight of her above him; full breasts, flushed cheeks, slightly parted lips.

"So beautiful..."

Her eyes opened, dazzling blue, and a broad smile lit up his whole face. Then she started to move, a little frown of concentration between her eyes, and he grasped her buttocks, pulling himself into her deeper and deeper.

Some things had not changed at all. She was still snug and warm around him, deliciously wet, and he held his breath to last as long as possible, to make it good for her. One hand left her ass, diving between their bodies, and with the knowledge of a man who had done that a hundred times before, he started to massage her with two gentle fingers, applying just the right amount of pressure to her oversensitive bundle of nerves.

She gasped, throwing her head back, and, raising himself, he pulled her tighter into his embrace. Her lips slanted down on his mouth, warm and damp, her tongue seeking entrance.

"Your body is just as wonderful as everything about you, Baby," he murmured between kisses, and she couldn't bother to chastise him for the pet name anymore.

And then, just like it had happened so often in the past months, it was as if she was carried away by mighty wings, but, miraculously, he was still with her, was flying with her. The frown on her face deepened, as she cried out, and he clutched her even harder, thrusting into her over and over again... until the sensation of her inner walls trembling around him sent him over the edge with her; until his very own pair of wings lifted him...

The house was silent when they came down from their high. Brennan considered rolling down from Booth, but her limbs were way too heavy and she was locked in his strong arms anyways. Shifting her head, she licked his shoulder lazily, and his whole body let go of a sigh.

"Wow," he finally said, and she buried her grin in the crook of his neck.

"Maybe I am in my own body after all."

"Jeez, I'm glad. Bones?"

"Hmm?"

"Whenever you have doubts again, just tell me. I'm always happy to assist."

She chuckled on his chest, but it turned into a yawn pretty soon.

The supportive partner mode kicked in, and he rolled them around gently before reaching for the blanket to cover them. Snuggling up to him, she claimed her usual place in his arms, dropping a kiss onto his chin.

"Just a quick nap," she murmured sleepily, and then she didn't say anything anymore.

Yes... Seeley Booth knew a lot of things. And on the very top of the list of things he knew was the simple truth that his life had never been better than right now.

He was in his house, in his bed, the woman he loved was sleeping in his arms, their baby just a few feet down the hall.

Do you believe in fate?

Hell, yes.

He had known it.

To be continued...

Cannot wait for Monday!