Hey guys! Here is one of my favourite scenes to write so far in this story! Hope you like it as much as I do, and yes it is a longer one, but you'll understand why!

Back in the living room, Christine and Bones looked at each other with a humming silence. They'd had moments alone like this in the last week - hell, even the night before had been anything but quiet - but there was something about tonight that felt extra special. Maybe it was because they were on shore-leave, or it was Christine's birthday, or Bones getting the much-needed boost of seeing his daughter. Maybe it was a combination of all three, added with some strong drinks courtesy of Chekov and an intimate party with their closest friends.

Whatever the case Bones called for the stereo-system to be turned on and the music was low and bluesy as he stepped close to Christine, put his wide hand to the small of her back to pull her in for a dance.

'Every woman should go dancing on her birthday,' he told her, turning her in a slow circle. 'Did you enjoy my bush?'

Christine snickered, Bones joining in when he realized what he'd said. 'Dirty.'

'You like it.'

'Yeah, you bet your ass I do. And a blueberry plant-' she put special emphasis on the word '-is the perfect addition to the greenhouse. Don't worry, the first harvest of berries we use from my beautiful gift will be for pancakes.'

'And what about my other gifts?'

'Other gifts?' Christine lifted her eyebrows and Bones gave her a kiss. 'There's more than my bush?'

'Funny you should say that. Come with me.'

Bones linked his fingers with hers, tugged her towards the bedroom where despite the privacy of their surroundings he still shut the door and set the privacy mode. He hoped his next move didn't come across as needy or desperate as he found the bag he'd tucked into a dark corner of the closet, then turned back to Christine and held it out to her. 'A little something for you and me.'

Christine had to snicker; apparently Joanna's radar had been spot on once more as he studied the purple bag with the stamped-bronze outline of a fairy and the swirling initials JF beneath the image. 'How'd you know my size?'

'That's where being a medical professional comes in handy. Having handle more than my share of breasts exams on patients means…' Bones trailed off, went red as the frosting on the cake. 'That doesn't sound good at all.'

'Not really,' Christine laughed; once again he was getting all flustered which just made her attracted to him even more.

'What I should have said was…' He paused, brushing his fingers over her cheek before slipping them around to the back of her head to pull her close for a kiss. 'Having spent the last few days getting to know every last bit of your body, I have a perfect idea of what fits you.'

'Much better.'

'You get changed, I'm going to use the washroom for a moment.'

Bones kissed her forehead, then nipped into the bathroom attached to the main bedroom; he stripped off his shirt and socks, then splashed some cold water on his face and stared at his dripping reflection. For second he felt like the nineteen year-old boy he'd been his first time, a fresh-faced farm kid too clumsy with girls to be thought of as anything more than a sweet local boy until he got to Ole Miss where he'd been a veritable magnet for women. Why was he so anxious, he asked himself silently, but the question was as obvious as the answer; Christine brought something out in him that made him feel like that nineteen year old so excited to see a woman naked in his bed, warm and melting and wanting only him. Every touch, innocent or otherwise, every sensation that she stirred in him was like rediscovering sex all over again.

Grabbing a towel, he patted his face dry and returned to the bedroom where his heart nearly stopped. Christine had dimmed the lights and was stretched on her side on the bed; her curvy body was tucked into the smoked-lilac camisole and panties. He'd been tempted to go for something more outrageous to suit his prurient fantasies but Bones knew that with Christine, their best moments were their best because of their authenticity and simplicity.

'And here I thought it was your birthday, not mine,' he told her as she sat up, kissing her deeply. He could smell that smell of lemon pie that he'd always begun associating with Christine, and it made him give her bottom lip a little nip with his teeth. 'Could just eat you up in great big bites.'

'That sounds like a great way to start my birthday,' she replied, heart pounding in her chest wildly at his body so casually displayed for her viewing pleasure. 'Mmm, you look like that, makes me wanna eat you up too, babe.'

'Well then.'

Bones moved his hands down her back, cupping her ass and boosting her so he could tip her back against the bedsheets and range himself over her. He found her hands, clasped them in his as he fused his lips to hers; she tasted of the sweet cake and the spiked tea they'd been drinking. Bones let out a low moan in his throat as he trailed kisses over her jaw, her cheek, down the side of her neck.

Christine closed her eyes as the desire for her man began to flow like fresh lava for his attention to her body. This was the real gift this year for her birthday, the intimate connection with a lover that she'd begun longing for nearly a year before, not just in a sexual manner but the connection they shared beyond their mutual attraction. She let her fingers curl gentle through his hair, sighing at the sensation of his lips on her skin; a little chuckle escaped her own when she felt the soft pressure on her shoulder and she realized he was tugging at the strap with his teeth. The laugh turned into a sigh when his teeth were replaced by the stiffened tip of his tongue and he traced it back up to her mouth where his kiss made her brain fizz once more.

Bones groaned as Christine's hips wriggled against his, causing his own arousal to build and the fabric of his jeans to tight. He made what he considered a monumental effort and rose to strip off the rest of his clothes, then shook his head when Christine's hands slipped to the edge of the camisole she wore.

'No,' he told her gently but firmly in a voice rusted with growing lust, 'no, I wanna unwrap you myself.'

Heat, like white-hot lightening, lanced itself through Christine's whole body; she dropped her hands above her head and revelled in the sensation of Bones' solid body on hers, the shape of it a perfectly complement to her curves. The smile spread slow across her face as she felt his hands join hers, his mouth finding hers once more. His tongue twined with hers, making her shiver in anticipation; the heat had pooled between her thighs and she shifted her hips so her thighs could cradle him.

Bones felt the swell of her breasts against his body, her pebble hard nipples beneath the silk fabric; he ran his mouth down her neck once more, only this time instead of going back up, he trailed kissed down between her breasts. He paused a moment, let go over hands so he could put a palm to her cheek.

'Don't move,' he murmured to her and sat back so he could peel the camisole up her body and over her head, sighing in pure appreciation at the sight of her body. 'You are so beautiful, Christine.'

'Thank you, I- ohhh.'

The moan was deep as Bones once more lower his mouth to her body, this time kissing her between her breasts before closing his mouth over the left one. His tongue rolled gently over its heated peak as he circled the pad of his thumb over its mate as Christine's fingers clutched into his shoulder, the back of his head. She tasted so sweet, his own lemon-pie angel, as he lost himself in sensation; when he moved his mouth to her other breast, he felt her hips move against his body and he realized she was still wearing her bottoms.

'Still too many layers. Let's fix that, shall we?'

Christine nodded; she didn't trust herself that her voice would be anything more than a squeak right now. She could feel each of her senses surrendering, everything going to a place of taste and touch - the feel of his hands running up her legs, the gentle pressure of his fingers tugging the silky bottoms downwards, the pounding of her heart in her ears as his lips dabbed kisses in pairs first on her left left then her right. When he stopped a whisper from her honeypot, Christine groaned in frustrated pleasure.

'Why'd you stop?' she asked in a breathy tone that made Bones' hormones zip wildly under his skin.

'So I can watch your eyes when I do this.'

Keeping his gaze locked on hers, Bones ran his hand down the centre of her body until he found her secretive lips, lushly wet and ready for his touch. He watched Christine's eyes glaze over, her mouth falling open soundlessly as he played his fingers over her, stroking and teasing; she let out a small gasp as his middle finger slipped into her vault, then slowly out again.

'Oh, god, yes, Leonard.' She moaned his name, let out a little gasp as a second finger joined the first; the pressure was just enough to be pleasing. Her hand reached out blindly, and she found herself gripping his well-muscled bicep. 'Feels so good, so…so good.'

Christine licked her drying lips, lifted her hand to his face. 'Now you watch me.'

Bones swallowed tightly as he saw her softly suck on her fingers, then slide them down to join his own to stroke her trigger. For a fleeting moment he wondered how he'd be able to hold on so that he could bury himself inside her. Discreetly, he nudged her hand out of the way, replacing her own touch with his thumb and Bones saw her eyes pop wide as the sudden orgasm rocked through her body. She clenched around him, her body shaking as she moved against his hand, her head rocking back and forth side to side.

'Christine, look at me,' he told her, saw her dark blue eyes clear as her mind began to clear from the first climax. Bones had to fight to draw in air so he wouldn't feel like that teenage boy all over again and go off on his lover's belly before he could barely be inside her. He took her hand, kissed her palm sweetly before guiding it down to close around his member. 'Help me?'

That he phrased it as a question to her made Christine's heart melt into a puddle, and she felt her belly quiver a little with nerves she hadn't realized were there; for a moment she felt like it was her first time all over again, as though her body was bracing for the impact of his. But as she positioned him so his tip teased her lips she saw the look in his eyes and knew there was more, as there always with him.

'Hold onto to me, Leonard,' she told him, a tremble in her voice, 'don't let go.'

'Never.'

With that, Bones fused his mouth to hers and gave a slow thrust forward of his hips, filling her and joining with her in a perfect medley of his animal lust and his affection for her.

So sweet, so wet and warm, he thought as he braced his weight on his elbows so that his hands were free to comb through the loose strands of her hair as he set a slow, sensual rhythm for them both. She matched his strokes measure for measure, each thrust making her gasp a little more each time; Bones could feel her fingernails dig lightly into his shoulders as she clutched at his back.

It wasn't possible, Christine thought, as her knees hooked over his hips and she felt every fresh movement like a shock wave through her body. It wasn't possible there could be more than what he'd already made her feel and yet nothing before this moment even came close to what she felt. Lights burst inside her skull like fireworks as her body moved with his, and she whispered dirty sweet-nothings in his ear that made Bones feel like a god.

'Feels so good, Leonard, so good, I- oh…oh my god, oh god…oh…yes!'

She felt her body suddenly jolt as Bones changed his angle ever so slightly, resulting in the unexpected release of another orgasm. Yet this one didn't sate either of them; rather, it spurred them both on.

'Christine, I want you on top, I wanna…god, that feels so fucking good,' Bones interrupted himself as he felt her shudder against him. He kissed her mouth, her cheeks, anywhere he could find. 'I wanna feel you there.'

With deft moves, he held Christine close and rolled them so that Bones was half-propped against the headboard, his own back arching as Christine dragged her fingernails lightly over his chest as she began to move on top of him once more. He ran his hands up and down her back as she took him into a whole new universe of sensation. When his hands landed on her hips to keep her in place, he closed his eyes so he could listen to her voice as she moaned his name louder and louder with every passing second.

'Oh, god Leonard! Len…oh! Oh god, Leonard, yes, don't stop, babe, please don't stop!'

Christine wasn't even sure how she still had the brain power to say anything at all; she'd been certain he'd already melted her mind into an irreparable pile of jelly after two orgasms. Surely, there couldn't be more he'd-

'Oh god! Yes! Right there! Right…right…there!'

But there was, she realized, as Bones sat up, holding her close so she was all but in his lap, his mouth fusing to hers to swallow her screams of delight as she felt that shift once more in her body, like the build-up of a tidal wave that threatened to pull her under. She moaned deeply as Bones' pace suddenly increased, and pressing her hand to his chest she realized he was nearing his own glorious finish too.

'Come with me,' she sighed into his ear, 'come with me. I wanna feel you come inside me, Leonard.'

For Bones, it was more than enough to send him over the edge. Everything about this night, of having this moment with Christine when he thought he'd never get the chance at so much as a date with her never-mind lovemaking on her birthday, had seemed like an impossible dream even two weeks before. Now here he was with her, his lemon-pie angel Christine, naked and entwined in the throes of passion and giving more of himself to her than he ever thought possible.

But it was still her birthday, and Bones always remembered his manners. He kissed her hotly once more, whispered in her ear, 'Ladies first.'

Christine barely had time to catch her breath before Bones' hand slid between their bodies and he found her trigger once more; she let out a long throat sound as the orgasm all but shattered her, curling her toes off the bed and her fingers into his shoulders as her system scrambled madly to keep her from losing her mind at what she felt. She clung to him, keeping him close as her body rocked violently against him in a glorious cresting wave of pleasure. Him, Christine thought fleetingly, it was for him and only him.

Bones couldn't take it any longer, and on a single magnificent yell, he turned his face into the smooth column of her throat and let go of the greasy threads of control he'd been clinging to. The climax ripped through him like a tsunami, burying reason and rational thought so that he was lost in her as he emptied himself into her. So intense was the sensation of such passion that he felt his vision blur, then clear as the last drops drained from him and he felt her arms change from clutching at him to embracing him.

Neither spoke at first, they just let the only sound in the room be their ragged breathing as they stayed propped up against the pillows against the headboard. It wasn't until Christine felt a tiny little drop on her shoulder that she looked up, and felt the beautiful sunset afterglow of indescribable lovemaking threaten to vanish as she saw the crystalline shimmer in Bones' eyes.

'Leonard, what- what's wrong?' she asked, panic seeping into every syllable; it morphed from terror into pleasure when Bones kissed her, held her close.

'I love you Christine,' he told her, 'and I'm not saying that because we just made love, or because it's your birthday, it's because I do. I've been falling in love with you since the day we met and-'

Whatever corny speech he might have given her was cut short when she kissed him back, holding his face her her hands the way she was fond of doing to get her point across.

'I love you too, Leonard. God,' she laughed, 'it feels so good to say that, I've…I've wanted to say that for so long.'

'It's not too soon?' When Christine shook her head, Bones let out a little breath, began to laugh. 'Some people we know might say it finally took us long enough.'

'My thoughts exactly.' She leaned forward so her forehead bumped with his. 'There's no pinpoint moment, it's just always there, like how I know the sky is blue and I'm from Florida and that underneath that prim and proper Star-Fleet uniform was a raging beast of a lover.'

'You knew that, even before we got together?'

Christine nodded proudly. 'Call it a hunch, or feminine intuition.'

'And?'

'I…think…you…were…' She drew out the words, dotting his lips with kisses between each one. 'Sensational.'

'Really.'

The tone in Bones' voice was seeking reassurance but challenging her for more, Christine realized, and she wiggled her hips against his. It was only then she realized they were stilled joined, so she leaned forward and braced her hands against the headboard. 'Best I've ever had. Nothing before this could be called sex. I've had partners, but you're my only lover.'

'Agreed, one hundred percent. Hey, I think Chekov squirrelled away some champagne for us to have just for us.' Energized with the knowledge that Christine returned his love, Bones gently slid Christine from his lap and popped out of bed, casually padding towards the door in his bare feet. 'Be right back.'

Christine smiled as his naked retreating form, then flopped forward into the pillows and let out a little squeal of delight. He loved her, was all she could think, he loved her; she hadn't even thought twice about saying it back, and neither did it feel like some desperate or cheesy move on his part. Just like their first kiss, their first touch, their first everything, it felt like the fulfilment of a long desired wish that had the ability to surprise them both when it was granted.

Getting up, she went to the ensuite bathroom and went into her toiletries kit - Bones mentioning Chekov leaving a little gift for them had recalled to Christine's mind Uhura's parting words to her best friend. Curious as to what had been left, she lifted the lid on her bag and had to laugh; inside she found some travel-sized vials of intimate gel flavoured in, what else, lemon pie and wild-berry, along with vouchers for the store from where they were purchased along with coupons for discounts on other intimate products such as cos-play lingerie and toys.

Returning to the bedroom, she saw Bones had indeed found champagne and was pouring them two glasses while buck-ass nude. 'Look what Uhura left for me. Well us, but you understand.'

'Let's see?' Bones passed her a stemless wine-glass, trading it for the vial in her hand to read the label. 'Flavoured warming lubricant and massage gel. Think she knew this would be happening tonight?'

'I think everyone did, but then again, I think the fact they put together a party for me and surprised us both says something about their thoughts on that too.'

'Agreed.' Bones tapped his glass to hers. 'Happy birthday, my love.'

'It has indeed been a happy birthday so far, my love,' she replied, bubbles of excitement bursting and fizzing in her belly like the champagne she drank as she made a point of looking at the time on the wall-unit. 'And it's only oh-two-ten. Wonder how the next twenty-two hours are gonna play out, I mean they have a lot to live up to. And speaking of things going…up.'

She took another long swig of champagne, pointed delicately at the vials in his hand. 'How long until we can use those?'

'Damn it Christine, I'm a doctor, not a sex machine,' he teased her, then swallowed tightly as she gave him one of her trademark appraising looks, only this time he really was naked as she did it. 'And now that we've got that romantic first round on the books, you might wanna drink up so you're a little drunk for what comes next.'

'That a challenge?'

'A promise.'

Christine's inside fluttered madly as he stepped closer, kissed her cheek in the way he always liked to do and whispered in her ear, 'I told you the last thing you'd have on your mind was sympathy in our bed.'

'Oh I believed you,' she replied, 'and the way you tease me is one of many reasons why I love you.'

Bones' heart did a happy hiccup against his ribs; taking their glasses, he set them aside and tugged her towards the bed. 'I love you right back. Now let me show you.'