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A/n: Just a quick little one shot in preparation for the new episode Monday. The promos and sneak peeks have me on the edge of my seat! Prompt from the BGA fic meme, if I'm remembering correctly. You 'all are still reading, yes? :)

Prompt: First time B&B make love after Brennan comes home from running from Pelant.

Homecoming

Even after returning home, they were still stunned after watching Pelant walk right out of the Hoover.

"Booth …"

"Come here."

She went into his arms, he held her tightly. There was a lot that went unspoken between them. That was nothing new. They were experts at communicating without words. They were also experts at avoiding communication, even when they knew they shouldn't.

Her gaze raised to his. Booth cupped her face and kissed her hard. She was back in his arms, but something inside him still ached as if the fact of her presence was merely an illusion. The fact that he'd just watched the man responsible for the misery of that last three months walk free, made him desperate to hold on to her.

"You're here," he breathed against her mouth, trying to reassure himself. "You're home."

For the second time that night, Brennan stripped his shirt off. He yanked up her own, smiling a little at her mussed hair. He smoothed the strands down and kissed her again. This time, there would be no interruptions because he'd turned his phone to silent as soon as they walked through their bedroom door.

The earlier playfulness from the laundry room had disappeared and his hands stripping her, his mouth kissing her smoldered with intensity. Her own hands, small and feminine, ran over his bare chest, unzipped his pants. They undressed at the foot of the bed and when they tumbled back onto the mattress, she landed on top of him.

Brennan buried her face against his neck, took a deep breath of his scent. Masculine and so familiar. There was a lump in her throat that felt like it was cutting off all her air supply. There were so many things she wanted to say—I've missed you so badly, I love you so much, I wonder if you'll ever forgive me for leaving you behind—but when her lips parted, no words came out. Just a soft moan as he rolled her beneath him and buried himself inside her.

Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, locking him to her as if afraid he'd leave. Except, she was the one that had left. Booth tried to banish the thought; it had no place in his mind. She was home, she was back. She was warm and soft and his and he was going to forget the last three months. He wasn't going to let them touch him or her; he wasn't going to let them hurt his family anymore.

He pressed kisses between her breasts and up her throat. Along her jaw and over her neck, his mouth opened on her skin in one kiss after another, needing desperately to reacquaint himself with the taste of her. His body pushed into her over and over, hungry for the feel of her. She arched beneath him, welcoming each thrust. She gasped his name, he swallowed the sound. Drove into her harder, faster; love and need and desperation all mixing together. It was a relief to recognize the way her fingernails scraped over his nape, a sure sign that she was about to unravel.

"Yes," Booth whispered hoarsely. "Come for me."

Brennan went rigid beneath him and then trembled violently in release. Her hair, dark once more, was a stark contrast to the whiteness of the sheets. The sight broke him. Bracketing her head with his hands, he fisted the glossy strands and slammed home one last time.

When he stopped shaking, Booth rolled to his back, sliding his arms around her waist and keeping her pliant body pressed flushed over his front. He stroked up and down over the curve of her back, soothing himself with the feel of her skin.

"I'm afraid to close my eyes," he confessed starkly. "Because I might open them and you might be gone again."

She went tense, heart dropping to her stomach. "I'm sor—"

"No. Don't." He couldn't bear to hear another apology, knowing it wasn't her fault. Knowing she had just wanted to do the best thing for their daughter. "You don't need to apologize, Bones. I understand."

Brennan raised her head, forced herself to look into his eyes. "Do you really?"

"Yes." He did and yet … it wasn't that simple. He knew it wasn't. But for this one moment, with her blue eyes, soft and shiny, looking at him so tenderly, it was simple enough. Booth cupped her nape, bringing her lips down to his, whispering the one thing he knew for sure.

"I love you."