December 21st: Thorteso chose the word "phone".

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Brennan smiled as she read her the caller ID.

"Hello." She said as she punched him through to the speaker phone.

"Hi." Booth smiled at just hearing her voice. "How was your day?"

"It was fine. How was yours?"

"Long. I miss you." He said. "These trips are a lot more fun when you're on them with me."

"Someone has to stay at home with the baby." She reminded him with a smile. Although it was good to know that she was missed.

"Is she asleep?"

"Yes."

"Good." Booth smiled as he settled into his bed. "I want all of your attention." Brennan heard a tint of something in his voice, but she wasn't sure what it was. "Where are you right now?"

"Folding laundry in the bedroom." She said. "Where are you?"

"In my hotel room. On my bed." He said and she finally realized why he was calling.

"What are you wearing?" She asked, stealing the next question from him.

"Absolutely nothing. I just got out of the shower." He said honestly and she paused, a dishtowel halfway folded in her hands as she imagined his body: hard, glistening and wet. "What are you wearing?"

"One of your FBI t-shirts and a pair of yoga pants." She said, feeling decidedly unsexy in comparison but Booth groaned into the phone anyway.

"Why my shirt?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"Because it smells like you. It makes me feel like you are close to me." She said as she began removing the laundry from the bed and placing it back in the basket. She had a feeling she was going to need the space.

"Do you have any idea how much of a turn on that is?" He asked.

"Well, now it's the only thing I'm wearing." She said as she stripped out of her other clothes. She settled into the bed and waited for his instructions. "I like the way the cotton brushes against my bare thighs when I walk over to the bed." She teased.

"Do me a favor?" He requested. "Run your fingers over the skin on your thighs." He asked. "Can you feel how soft and smooth they are?" Brennan hummed out a response. "My fingers are itching to feel your skin under them." He confessed. She felt the pull of desire tightening in her abdomen as she imagined herself through his eyes. "Talk to me, Bones." He requested, his voice thick with lust as she pictured him rubbing his stiff cock.

"I'm running one of my hands over my thigh and another is massaging my breast." She said, her own voice tense with need.

"Are you wet?" He asked. She trailed a finger over her own sleek folds.

"Yes." She said breathily. "My fingertips are slick. If you were here, I would let you suck the fluid off of them." She heard a grunt and smirked, knowing he was just as aroused as she was by the thought.

"Put them inside of you instead." He commanded. She sighed in longing as she did as she was told. "How does that feel?" He asked.

"Good." She panted.

"God, I bet you smell fucking fantastic right now." He cursed. "All wet and covered in your own juices. I would give anything to be able to taste you." Her thighs parted even farther, yearning for his lips.

"Booth…" She moaned.

"That's it, baby. Stroke those silky walls. They feel so good." He encouraged her as she heard his own fist working faster. "Don't forget your tight little clit." She cried out as she worked herself over. "Oh God, Bones!" His voice cut through her haze of pleasure as she heard him come. She followed, breathing heavily as she came back to her senses.

"Mmm," She moaned, satisfied. "Booth, you still there?"

"Yeah." He groaned. "Just cleaning up. I think I creamed the entire bed." Brennan smirked before she heard cries coming from the nursery.

"Booth, I've got to go. It's feeding time." She sighed as she reached for her robe.

"Okay, take care of my girl for me. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight Booth."

"I love you."

"Love you too." She smiled as she hung up the phone.