"It wouldn't have taken that long, Booth." Brennan was trying to keep her voice down as Booth fumbled with the key to their room.

"That long? I know you, Bones. That long would have taken all night and we still have to question people in the morning and go back and search the scene for more evidence." He knew her far too well when it came to her inability to recognize the passing of time when she had a pile of bones in front of her.

"I was merely wanting to do a preliminary examination to see if anything could be determined in better light." Surely he could appreciate that they were investigating a murder and the sooner they solved it the sooner they could enjoy a night together without any interruptions.

"Then you would have found something that you would have had to get Cam out of bed for and then the entire squint squad would be grumbling that you made them come into work early and by then it would be daylight and we wouldn't get any sleep because we have a full day as soon as the sun comes up." His tone was serious but had a slight edge of teasing in it and he couldn't hide the smirk playing across his mouth as he opened the door wide and let Bones go in ahead of him.

"That's a very rational argument." She had hoped to convince him otherwise, but clearly if they were well rested they would be better equipped to work the case. And then there was the issue of trying to finish what they'd started earlier. The corners of her mouth twitched into a mischievous smile.

"See, that's just how I am. Always the rational one." He winked and shut the door behind them.

She let out a disbelieving chuckle. "I'm the rational one. You're the emotional one."

"And you're also the smelly one with dead body goo on your clothes." Booth wrinkled his nose at her. "Ewe, and in your hair." Without coveralls the removal of the remains hadn't gone quite as cleanly as anyone would have hoped and Bones had gotten enough of their victim on her that he wasn't going to let her near the bed until she'd had a shower - at least if he was going to be sharing it with her.

"Decomposed flesh is not goo." She wasn't a fan of bodies that still had flesh attached, and while their victim had decomposed significantly in the unusually hot Pacific Northwest weather, the conditions had left a gelatinous mass of what had been their victim all over the clothing he'd been wearing. She only hoped that she'd be able to wash the residue out of her clothes rather than having to just throw them away.

"Whatever you want to call it, it stinks." Booth was tempted to kiss her anyway, at least until he got close enough to get a good whiff of it. Nope, she was definitely going to have to shower it out.

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'll go take care of this." She gestured at the bed with what she hoped was a sexy grin on her face. "Why don't you get changed into something a little more comfortable."

"I'll do that." He smirked at her with admiration. "I just be out here, getting more comfortable."

"I'll be right back." Brennan grabbed a few things from her bag and then disappeared into the bathroom hoping that a quick shower would get everything out of her hair and that she could simply rinse out the clothes.

Booth wasted no time making himself more comfortable. He toed off his shoes and then peeled off his shirt. The shirt landed in the general direction of his suitcase and he frowned. Bones was very fastidious and there was no reason that he couldn't just fold things up while she was cleaning up. And so his t-shirt was neatly tucked away before he shucked off his jeans and folded those too - his cocky belt buckle sitting proudly on top. He briefly contemplated his socks and then decided that leaving them on just might make her laugh and he was sure that they needed a little levity to get things rolling.

He glanced over at the bathroom door and frowned. She seemed to be taking a long time. He glanced over at the bed and smiled. Well, he could at least get things ready. He turned on the light next to the bed and flicked off the overhead light and then plopped himself right on top of the comforter in his boxers and wild socks. Another glance at the bathroom door a few minutes later and he got back up and pulled the covers down and pushed one of the pillows up against the headboard and sank back down on the bed and leaned against it. He crossed his ankles and glanced over at the bathroom door again before crossing his arms over his chest hoping that she would hurry.

By the time Brennan emerged from the bathroom in nothing but a camisole and her panties, she noticed that Booth was sprawled out on the bed sound asleep. It had taken far longer to get the residue out of her clothes than she'd thought, but she was confident that she wouldn't have to throw them out, and she'd had to shampoo twice to get it out of her hair. She smiled as she walked over to the bed, shaking her head as she noticed his socks. As much as she found his wild socks very Boothy, there was no way that she was going to engage in intercourse with him while he had them on. He barely flinched as she peeled them off and then crawled up onto the bed next to him.

"Bones?" He sounded sleepy as he blinked his eyes open and he hoped it wasn't morning and he hadn't missed out on the best night of his life.

"You know, if you're too tired, we can just do this later." They had an early morning to look forward to and it was already well past midnight. As much as she wanted him, she reasoned that she could probably last another twenty-four hours.

"No! I was just taking a nap." No way in hell was he going to miss this.

She giggled and then let out a sigh, reach over and slipping her fingers through his hair. "If you're sure." She found his eagerness thrilling.

"Believe me, I'm sure." He reached over and flicked off the bedside light and then rolled towards her - his hand sliding across her waist as she faced him. She looked beautiful in the moonlight that filtered through the curtains.

Brennan had watched him under so many circumstances, but here in this place she felt a welling of emotion towards him. "I love you, Booth." The more she said the words, the more natural they felt tumbling across her lips.

"And I love you." He whispered it against her mouth as he leaned in and kissed her. He wanted her to know just how much he loved her - wanted to show her so that there would never be a doubt in her mind about his feelings for her.

"Why did you even bother with these?" She was nibbling along his jaw as her hand slid into the back of his boxers and squeezed his ass. He was definitely a fine example of an alpha male in all of his glory.

"I have no idea." He was beginning to question that himself, but then again, she had come out of the bathroom wearing a few too many clothes herself. "Why are you wearing these?" His hand slid up the front of her camisole and found heaven in his palm. Her skin was so soft and his lips ghosted across her neck.

"It was irrational, I'll admit." It wasn't like her to be irrational, but lately it seemed that it was happening more and more. "I could certainly correct the situation." And if she did that, then Booth would be able to touch her without the incumbrance of her clothing getting in the way and that idea sounded wonderful.

"Correct away." All he wanted was Bones with him naked in this bed so he could show her how breaking the laws of physics was possible.

"Mmm, okay." She wasn't sure she wanted him to let go of her long enough to do anything about the problem of too many clothes, but she was also a woman that knew what she wanted, and what she wanted was Booth. She could make a momentary sacrifice to get what she wanted if he could.

With a rustle and a whisper, the rest of their clothes hit the floor and Booth pulled the covers up over them as they came back together. This was their moment and nothing was going to take it from them.