December 11th: Spencersloane chose the word "London".

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"Oh my God." Brennan muttered as she fell to the mattress. She tried to catch her breath, but she was giggling, which made it more difficult.

"I didn't think it was possible but are we getting better at this?" Booth said as he rolled over onto his stomach.

"I think so." She sighed.

"God, at this rate, we'll never survive the year." He chuckled. Brennan turned to face him and smiled.

"Do you remember when we were in London?" She asked.

"Yeah." He answered. "Why?"

"Inspector Pritchard suggested that I should sleep with you. She said that sleeping with your partner was like climbing Mt. Everest. It had been done before but the experience was still breathtaking. She was very accurate." She grinned. Booth shook his head.

"I hate to break it to you Bones, but nothing about us has ever been done before." He promised.

"You think so?" She questioned as he rolled on top of her, trapping her against the mattress.

"I know so." He said as he kissed her jaw. She wanted to argue with him, but he was doing such nice things to her ear that she closed her eyes instead, happily letting him distract her.

"Mmm, that feels good." She murmured as her fingers intertwined with his messy brown locks.

"Tastes good too." He said as his tongue darted out to taste more of her. "I'm never going to get enough of you." He recognized. "I could have you naked in this bed for the rest of my life and never get bored." Brennan laughed out loud at that statement.

"You can't even be calm when you're sleeping." She said. "You would go stir-crazy within a day."

"Mm-mm." He shook his head. "So much to explore." He said as he traversed her skin. Brennan had to admit, the idea of keeping him in bed sounded appealing. She could do some exploring of her own.

"We should go somewhere…" She jumped as he hit a ticklish spot and he grinned in victory at the discovery. "Get away for the weekend. No phones, no murders…" She ran her hands over his bronze shoulders, unable to resist when they were right there. "Just a big beautiful bed and room service…"

"Bones? Take a vacation? I can't even comprehend what that would look like. Have you ever gone on a vacation that didn't involve work or dead bodies?" He asked. She looked at him blankly. "That's what I thought."

"Well, I could start." She offered. "You could teach me how." She suggested.

"Teach you how to go on a vacation?" Brennan froze, wondering if she had pushed further than he was ready to go. But instead, he looked up at her with eyes that stopped her heart. He looked like he thought that she was the most adorable creature on the planet and she was suddenly sheepish.

"I would like that." He said sweetly, aware of her nervousness at the proposition.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He said as he moved back up her body to kiss her properly. Brennan felt light-headed and she wondered if their relationship would always feel this way or if this was just the honeymoon phase of two new lovers.

Was Booth right? Were they a unique couple, unlike all the others that had come before? Or were they just another pair of partners falling into bed with one another like Pritchard had believed her and Ian to be?

Could they be both?

Booth pulled away and she forced herself to change the subject in her own mind.

"So what's it going to take to get you to let me pay for this vacation?" She asked. He downright laughed in her face. "That's what I thought." She said.

"You can pay for half." He smiled.

"I can be very persuasive, Booth. When I set my mind to something, I always get what I want." She assured him. "Let's start with the first class airline tickets." She grinned as she shoved him onto his back. "What are they worth to you?" Booth looked thoughtful for a moment.

"I'm sure I'll let you know when you find it." He said, inviting her to rock his world all over again.

Oh Booth, she thought with a glint in her eye.

Challenge accepted.