To Come Through

By: Lesera128

Rated: M

Disclaimer: ::stares:: ::blinks:: ::stares again:: Yeah. I still don't own anything…but, you knew that from the stares, right?

Summary: Everyone has a breaking point. After Pelant's latest threats against the team, Booth reaches his and does something that pushes his partnership with Brennan past the point of no return. Set post-7x13.

Logistical Notes on the Story: Set at the end of season 7. Beware of such spoilers. Enter at your own risk.

Chapter 25 - The Calm Before the Storm

It was a little after two thirty in the morning when the baby woke up and her piercing cries shattered the peaceful slumber of her parents. Booth, always the lighter sleeper than Brennan, was the first to wake up. His eyes snapped open, and he found himself staring at the ceiling of their bedroom. His mouth was a bit draw as he blurrily turned his head to the baby monitor that sat on his bedside table.

For her part, Brennan's eyes slowly blinked open when she felt Booth's body waken. She'd assumed her favorite sleeping position the night before when they'd both fallen into bed exhausted—i.e., when Booth was on his back, she rolled over on her side, molded herself against the contour of his torso, and splayed one arm over his chest before resting her head on the crook of his shoulder.

Christine's cries continued to increase as Booth dragged himself out of the grogginess. Swallowing once, he looked down at Brennan and when he saw that she was awake, he said, "I'll get her."

"No," came the expected mumble as Brennan yawned. "It's my turn."

"I know that cry, Bones," he said, his voice gravelly with sleep. "That's her 'I want daddy cry because I had a bad dream.'"

"No," Brennan said as she struggled to sit up in bed, her face contorted as she brain to fire up the neurons to combat his statement with logic. "She's probably just hungry or needs to be changed, Booth. I can go."

When she'd shifted off of him, he leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I know our daughter, Bones. Whatever's causing it, that cry isn't one that's because she's pissed off that she wants a late night snack or needs dirty diaper removal services and isn't getting it. That's her 'I'm pissed off because of something that rattled me, and I want to be loved and comforted and petted by Daddy' cry…so let me go. I'll be right back."

Brennan bit her lip as she watched him get out of bed. "You sure?" she asked as he cracked his back and yawned once he was upright.

"Yeah," he grinned as he padded to the bedroom door. "You can get the next one if it makes you feel better. Okay?" He winked at her once, not bothering to wait for her response.

About a half hour later, Brennan had almost dozed off when she heard Booth reenter the room and slid back into bed. She immediately gravitated towards him, and sighed in contentment as he pulled her on top of him.

"Better?" she murmured, not certain if she was talking about Christine or him now that he'd situated her on his chest.

"Yup," he said. "Much."

He paused and then asked, "Hey, Bones?"

"Yes?"

"Did you move her stuffed monkey from the crib to the changing table for some reason?" he questioned her.

Brennan, still half-asleep, licked her lips sleepily as she asked, "Huh?"

"It's just that when I was walking her, I noticed that she didn't have Mr. Monkey in the crib with her, and since it's one of her favorites I was wondering why it was sitting on the changing table instead of being in the crib with her. So, did you move it for some reason?" Booth responded.

"No," Brennan said through a half-yawn. "At least, I don't think I did. I mean, maybe…it's possible before I put her down I left it there so she could see him as a distraction when I changed her, and I'm just so tired I can't remember. Or, maybe my dad moved some stuff around when he was helping me with her before dinner, but I can't say for certain."

Booth was thoughtful for a moment as he ran his warm hands up and down the silky contours of her back. Brennan was wearing a light grey colored knit chemise that was made of some stretchy material that she loved because of its comfort and he loved because of how it felt under his hands.

"It's no big deal, I guess," Booth thought for a minute. Absentmindedly, his hands when a bit further down her back on one pass than he'd intended and cupped the curvy swell of her ass.

As soon as Brennan felt Booth's touch she let out a pleased sigh, causing Booth to smile.

"You still awake there, Bones?" Booth said as he repeated the movement, this time taking a bit more effort to use his fingers to slip up under her chemise and bikini panties. Encountering soft warmth, he began to knead small circles in her ass using only his fingertips.

"Mmmm," she sighed in a breathy contentment. "That feels good."

At her words, Booth brought his other hand to her back and began to mimic the movements he was making with one hand as he used the other.

"Twice as good," she corrected herself with a happy sigh.

"Bones," he whispered, twisting his thigh underneath her so that she could feel the hardness of his erection. "I'm not sleepy anymore."

She smiled a bit as she lifted her own body slightly off his chest, giving her just enough room to hook her thumbs in the waistband of his soft knit blue pinstriped boxers that he'd worn to bed. With just a tiny bit of the adroitness he'd seen her exhibit in the year since they'd started having sex, Brennan was able to shift the boxers off his hips and down his thighs. Taking the meaning behind her actions, Booth used his hands to push her chemise completely up so that it bunched around her waste and quickly peeled her panties partially down her thighs.

Reaching between them, Brennan grasped Booth's already hard shaft, her slender fingers wrapping around them as she gauged to see how ready he was.

"I'm set, baby," he huskily breathed into her ear. "You know that. I'm always ready to go when it's you."

She felt a small tingle at his compliment, but knew that he was far ahead of her in the process of banking their arousals.

"I'm not there yet," she whispered. "I need…just a bit of time?"

"How about both some time and some help?" Booth grunted as he tilted his head and reached for her mouth.

As soon as his lips were on hers, she opened her mouth wide and sought to drag his tongue as deeply as possible into her warm wetness. As soon as his tongue was inside her mouth, the sweetness of his kiss caused her heart rate to increase and the steady pulsing between her legs to throb as if she'd just activated an electrical current within her. As their tongues twisted over one another, and she enjoyed the way his soft lips pressed against hers, she was relatively distracted from what else he was doing until she felt the soft pad of his index finger against her clit.

"Ohhmmmphhh—" she half-mumbled into his kiss. However, Booth held firmly and his tongue didn't give her much room to separate them as he began to move his finger in firm and insistent circles over the top of her clitoris in a way that he knew increased her arousal.

After a few more moments of kissing and touching between them, when Booth moved his finger from Brennan's clit to her slit, he found her dripping with warm moisture. He grunted in satisfaction as he twisted his hips and slid into her at the same moment that she scooted closer towards him enough to seat him to the hilt in her. Her wetness drew him deep and deeper as they both fell into a familiarly comfortable rhythm. After a few moments, when she cracked first—somewhat surprisingly since he'd been the one to initiate their coupling and had been the one that was aroused earlier and for a longer time than she—she fell into a languidly pliant mess on top of him as he grunted, bucked his hips a few more times into her, and then let out a stifled cry of her name as he came inside her.

When they both were still, he reached for her, shifting slightly as she whimpered when he slipped out of her. Trying to soothe the loss, he wrapped his strong arms around her and pressed a tender kiss to her temple as they both drifted off once again into a dreamless sleep.

-TBC-