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A/N: A little tag for one of my favorite ending scenes of season 8. Plus, a little smut 'cause it's Friday. Hope you're still reading!

Bless the Broken Road—Rascal Flatts

He reached out and she was there, her hand in his. Smile wide and beautiful, her pretty blue dress making her eyes shine like gemstones as they walked down the aisle behind his Mom and her new husband.

He twirled her on the dance floor and then held her close when the band turned to a soft, wispy ballad. "Thank you for coming with me," he whispered in her ear as they swayed to the music.

Arms around his neck, she pressed a little closer to him. "You don't have to thank me," she murmured, lips brushing his cheek. "I love you, Booth."

Oh, Bones. His heart thudded wildly. Booth thought it couldn't race any faster and then, twenty minutes later, he saw her catch that bouquet and turn back to him with that little puzzled smile and realized he was wrong. He only gave her a small grin but damn, those flowers looked perfect in her hands. And he knew a wedding band would look perfect on her finger. But even though he would love to marry her, Booth knew he was spending the rest of his life with this woman, regardless. She would laugh at the notion, but he knew they were meant for each other. And the path had been long and winding, but it had led him straight to her and thank God for that because she made everything worth it.

A couple hours later, once they were already home and she was slipping off her shoes and taking off her jewelry, Booth still felt surrounded by that feeling of utter thankfulness that had gripped him all night. He watched her drop her earrings on the vanity, a small clinking sound that was somehow soothing. She removed the small belt around her waist and he found himself moving closer to her. He was barefoot too and bare-chested, also in the middle of getting ready for bed, but he had to touch her. Kiss her. Show her how glad he was that she was there with him.

Standing behind her, Booth pushed her hair to the side to bare her neck and buried his face against her, his mouth leaving a deep, soft kiss on the fragrant flesh. "If I've never told you before, let me say it now," he murmured into her skin. "I'm so thankful you're in my life. I'm so glad you're in my arms."

"Booth?"

She turned in his arms with a small questioning smile. His hands cupped her face gently and his mouth lowered to press against her lips, still a little shiny from her make-up. She immediately opened for him, letting him sweep in and taste. Booth groaned softly as he deepened the kiss. God, she tasted so sweet. So right. From the very first time he'd kissed her, she had always tasted exactly right.

Brennan gasped in air as his mouth released her to trail soft kisses along her jaw. Her arms went around him, hands splayed on the hard, smooth span of his back. He was kissing her softly, but she could feel the intensity in the way his arms held her, so close and tight against him. Her own hold tightened around him in response and she pressed her cheek to his shoulder. "I'm thankful for you too, Booth."

He shuddered in her arms, hands automatically fisting her dress. "Bones." He kissed her mouth again, harder, sweeter, almost desperately. "I need you. I love you." Booth pressed her closer as if he wanted to climb into her skin. "Let me show you."

Her dress, so feminine and pretty, had no zipper and he raised the material up her thighs and her waist and she raised her arms, giving him permission to pull it up and off. He sighed at the matching dark blue underwear beneath. "Beautiful," he whispered, tracing his lips along the strap of the bra even as he flicked the catch. "I could just watch you for hours, Bones." His hands skimmed off her panties, curved to cup around her beautiful ass. "But tonight, I need to feel you. I need your skin on mine." He moaned when she flicked open his pants, reached inside to stroke his erection. "Yes…god, touch me…I wanna feel you everywhere."

She stripped him, just as he had done for her and then took his hand and led him the few steps to their bed. He fell backwards and she was over him. Bare thighs hugging his hips, full breasts pressed against his chest, soft, damp sex rubbing along his hardness. Booth arched beneath her and palmed her bottom, squeezing and encouraging the slow grind she had going against his groin.

"Booth," she panted softly in his ear, nipping lightly at his earlobe.

Her husky voice rasping his name made his blood pound in excitement. She was pressed flushed against him, but he needed more. Against his chest, he could feel her nipples, two hard, tight little points scraping his skin deliciously, but he wanted to lick and suck them. Her warm, smooth thighs hugged his sides, but he wanted them wrapped around his waist, gripping him to her like a vice. She was so hot and slick between her legs, rocking against him again and again, but he needed to bury himself in her and feel her hot and tight and wrapped around him.

"Bones," he murmured, voice low and strained.

"Yes," she replied, knowing exactly what he needed. "Yes."

Booth tensed up, desperate to sink himself inside her. But he didn't want her to feel even the slightest hint of pain. One of the hands on her bottom caressed lower, dipping between her thighs from behind and gliding over her sex. She gasped and he moaned as he rubbed softly, making sure she was ready. Feeling her made him even harder. She was ready and she felt perfect. Soft and swollen and so, so creamy.

Capturing her mouth, he rolled her under him and sank inside her in one swift stroke. Immediately, her legs and arms wrapped around him, just like he wanted. Like he needed. He didn't move. He breathed in and out, absorbing the sweet, glove tight fit. His head dipped and he kissed her throat and her shoulders and her breasts until finally he was licking at her puckered, pink nipples. His tongue swirled over each tip, laving and tasting without holding back. When she arched into him and cried out his name, he began to suck her. Softly at first, just a barely there suction, but she began to clench around him and he couldn't help sucking harder.

And then he had to move. At the first stroke, she moaned his name and Booth knew there could be no more waiting. He rasped her name and her eyes opened, a glowing bottomless blue. Her hands found his, fingers lacing with his own as he drove into her, eyes clouded with pleasure and love.

Everything that was right, everything that was home. Everything he'd never dared dream about but had always wanted so badly was there in those beautiful blue eyes. Booth used to wonder if he was living his life right, but now he knew he had because that life had led him straight into her arms.