Getting close to the finish now--probably just an epilogue and this one is done. But here's one more chapter of naughty bits for you all to read and enjoy...

Practice Makes Perfect

A shaft of sunlight filtered through the blinds in Brennan's bedroom, teasing her eyelids open. Reluctantly, she raised herself on one elbow, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. It was 7:30 a.m., and it was Saturday. It was a good thing too, considering how little sleep she'd received the night before--and the night before that.

The deep breathing next to her signaled that her partner was still asleep. Booth lay on his back, forehead smooth and unlined in the peace of unconsciousness, lips slightly parted. The perfect specimen of the human male, thought Brennan, yet again. A mere thirty hours earlier they had made love for the first time. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

Watching him sleep, Brennan felt a wave of tenderness pass through her, and in its wake the warmth of arousal. She was surprised by how quickly her passion rose when she was with this man, and how connected sex now seemed to the new feelings she had in her heart. She knew that she had bonded with Booth, and that that was what love was all about. Damn! She thought for a moment with amusement. Next thing you know I'll be greeting him at the door dressed in saran wrap and holding out a martini—so much for being highly evolved…

Raising herself over Booth, Brennan placed the lightest of kisses on his forehead, and then another on his cheek, his chin, his lips. He didn't stir. She traced one finger over his clavicle, marveling at the smooth, taut skin that covered the raised ridge of bone. Centering her finger at the top his sternum, she traced downward, pausing to feel his heartbeat beneath her palm. Continuing on the same path, her hand disappeared beneath the covers. Her fingers now traveled along a soft thread of curling hair, leading her to her final destination. Curved up and over his belly, Booth's morning erection pulsed warmly under Brennan's surreptitious touch. She smiled to herself, remembering Angela's words from the morning before.

Sliding a leg carefully over Booth's torso, Brennan was soon straddling her unwitting partner. This act of stealth aroused her even more, achieving the same effect of liquefying her insides as Booth's absent foreplay. Tentatively, she raised his slumbering erection, and positioned herself over its velvety head. Booth stirred slightly, and she froze. When it was apparent that he was still fast asleep, Brennan centered him like an arrow to her core, working him in deftly centimeter by centimeter, as gently as one might handle an explosive device. The feel of his thick cock, sliding slowly into her while its owner remained oblivious, was an immense turn-on. Once Booth's shaft was buried in her completely, Brennan shuddered at the sensation. She couldn't help but begin rocking, a soft moan immediately escaping her.

Working herself this way and that on his rigid member, Brennan watched Booth's face intently for signs of life. As her movements began to quicken, so did his breathing, and soon his eyelids began to flutter as the tension in his groin began to build. Brennan, however, was growing too intent on her own pleasure to care if she woke him or not.

Taking one of his large hands in her own, Brennan trapped it between their bodies, her fingers curving over his own to position him at the crown of her pelvis. She pressed his fingers firmly against her clit, guiding them to agitate her pleasure. It was at this point that Booth's eyes shot wide open in surprise.

Jolted into consciousness by the liberties being taken with his body, Booth's astonishment quickly transitioned into passion. Locking eyes with Brennan, his communication was unmistakable. He may have been put into the game in the fourth quarter, but he was damn well going to score the winning touchdown. Bucking up into her so violently that she gasped, Booth got a firm grip on Brennan's hips and proceeded to roll her over on her back, making sure not to lose their intimate connection.

"Thought you'd start without me, hmm?" Booth growled appreciatively, his face hovering close above hers. He began moving inside of her with short, hard thrusts, completely disabling her ability to speak. "Well, I think it's fucking fantastic that you did," he continued, stopping briefly to hitch her legs up higher for maximum penetration.

Brennan could only cling to him, gasps of pleasure punctuating every stroke of his hips. She had to admit to herself that she was enjoying the take-charge manhandling he was subjecting her to. It's frightening how rapidly I continue to de-evolve… she mused, before all thought began to fragment and scatter against the growing pulse of pleasure that was agitating her from within.

Pulling her legs up even higher, Brennan worked her arms around Booth's waist and reached down to grab hold of his muscular buttocks. Firmly, she began to direct him; slowing his hips, and then pulling him close to grind against her. Booth caught on quickly, pausing between deep, languid thrusts to rub his pelvis against hers with a circular motion.

"Is that good? Is that how you like it?" Booth whispered, studying her expression for encouragement.

Brennan, eyes half closed in concentration, managed a shallow "Yes," before giving herself over to the inarticulate moans that began to rise in her throat. Grappling with his ass, she became more insistent, and Booth adjusted by quickening the pace. As the friction escalated, so did Brennan's vocalizations, whipping Booth into a frenzy of thrusting.

As her orgasm erupted outward in one shuddering wave of pleasure after another, Brennan cried out in amazement at the intensity of the sensation. It helped that Booth was still going at it full throttle, motivated by the sounds she was making. As her contractions began to ebb, Brennan tightened her hold on his ass, indicating that he shouldn't stop.

"Keep going," she said hoarsely into his ear, "I love you," she added, wanting to keep in practice. For every time she'd said it since the first, it was feeling more natural to her.

Booth, who had been holding out as long as he could, decompressed gladly. A few well-positioned thrusts later, and he was twitching and groaning in her arms--a grateful man. He lay like that for several minutes after, enjoying the fatigue in his muscles and the mingled scent of sex and sweat from their early morning calisthenics.

Finally, pushing him off with gentle insistence, Brennan got up out of bed. "I really have to pee," she informed him, grabbing her robe from off a chair by the bed.

Watching her, a satisfied grin on his face, Booth asked, "So, are you going to ambush me like that on a regular basis? 'Cause, you know, I might really start looking forward to it."

"I might," Brennan answered simply, returning his smile.

If her learning curve had taught her anything, it was that mornings would never be the same again.