A/N: All good things must come to an end, and in this moment of time its this fanfiction that I've put my heart and soul in for the last 10 months. I've enjoyed writing this so much. Its gone in the directon I've wanted it to go in and I am so happy with the end result. I hope all you as readers have enjoyed the journey I've taken you, and Brennan and Booth on as much as I have. At the completion of writing this story a few hours ago, I cried. It was quite overwhelming to finish my first multi-chapter fanfiction. I've learnt and grown so much as a writer and I hope that you've been able to see that and will continue to see that in my future writings. With that said, I hope you follow me in my journey to new adventures as I continue to follow my insiprations and their footpaths.
So, its my pleasure, for the last time, to give you Love Language of their Own.
Zeal
As a bead of sweat trickled down the side of her face, Temperance Brennan felt herself smile against a light peppering of kisses on her clavicle. She kept her eyes closed as a light sound of her own laughter filled the air. Seeley Booth's day old stubble tickled her chest as his lips kissed a path down and across the tops of her breasts. Every now and again she felt him stop, take a moment to nurture her milk white skin, before moving across to another spot, the tender love and affection evident in each kiss he left.
"Mmm." She murmured, threading her fingers through the thick brown hair of her partner. Her eyes opened for the briefest of moments before closing again, another sound of delight emitting shortly after.
With a deep chortle of laughter, Booth lifted his head and dragged his lips to hers, fusing them together. His arm swooped over Brennan breasts so he could spread his weight evenly on both arms; his chest showering a shadow over her body. "Happy birthday, baby."
"Booth." She warned playfully, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"You didn't mind me calling you baby earlier." He teased, nipping at a cluster of burst blood vessels on the left side of Brennan's neck.
"As I recall, earlier we were engaging in sexual intercourse; rough, passionate intercourse." Splaying her fingers across the back of Booth's head, Brennan guided him to the spot she wanted him. "Yes, there." Her voice purred, welcoming the delicate sensation that his lips sent through her body.
Gently lowering his body weight on top of her, Booth continued to suck and nip at the spot she directed him to, while one hand fisted her head, the other creeping down her body until he slipped into the warmth of her folds. He caressed the soft flesh, his thumb rubbing gentle circles over her clitoris, while his index and middle finger dipped into the realms of where he'd soon be entering.
He'd admit, even if it were to himself, that he enjoyed when her eyes would glaze with arousal, when they rolled back in her head and when she let out a whimpering sound that left him wanting to enter her smoothly only to rock her back and forth until she shattered like a piece of glass beneath him. But he refrained, even if his protruding "gun" resting uneasily on her thigh. Instead, he bought all to a halt, he abandoned the attempted hickey, and he stopped the rhythm of entering and exiting her heat.
Again the whimper had him pursing his eyes closed and counting to ten before reopening. He knew she'd be the death of him one way. And he was pretty sure she knew as well. Pressing two fingers down on her clitoris, he flicked the bean-like piece of flesh and watched her wither and squirm. He continued the torture as sweat beaded on her forehead and her breathing quickened to a point where she was bucking beneath him, wanting the orgasm that was building to be over with.
"B-Booth." She panted. "Please."
He conceded and within seconds Brennan's juices were spilling over his fingers, the delight and relief showering her face as a smile began to form on her lips. Leaning down, Booth sealed his lips over hers and urged his way into her mouth.
Through the kiss, her heart rate steadied and the clamminess that built on her forehead dissolved. Running her fingers down the plains of his abdominals she reached for him, winding her fingers steadily along the plank she wanted to walk upon. He was already hard, but she could have sworn she felt him harden even more under her firm grasp.
In return he formed a deeper assault on her mouth before stumbling his way to the erect buds of flesh that formed her darkened nipples. Sealing his hand into her hot, moist folds, he inserted one digit into her core, he felt her throb against him, he like was throbbing against her.
"Bones, baby." He whispered, pulling himself away from her breasts, his dark brown eyes mirroring hers in the desire stakes. "This is going to be quick."
"And rough?" She questioned, letting her hand go.
She felt him retract his hand and reposition himself above her centre fold. "No. But, we will, soon."
"I understand." She didn't really, but she didn't want to agree or talk, she just wanted to feel and he was making it very hard. She whimpered as he teased her once more by running his erection up to her clit then back down before sinking into her.
Curling a leg around his waist, she urges him deeper into the stronger territory she's never quite felt before. She's filled to capacity and she's quite sure, though impossible, they may break the laws of physics. He's thicker and broader than the other men that she's shared herself with and with her eyes rolling back in her he's, she's sure the waves she's about to feel are more stronger and powerful than the last time she shattered beneath another man.
"Oh, God." She moans, reeling in an ecstasy that rocks her body as he rocks himself above her; the deep plunges brining about an almost agonizing sensation for the both of them.
"I know we've already had sex twice… but wow, this… this feels… incredible." He breaths through heavy breaths. He knows his own climax is coming, but he doesn't want this particular feeling to be over. Before he could voice his opinions, he leans down to capture her swollen lips, rolling them over attentively after their connected in a second way.
She feels his hands instinctively grabbed for her hips, aiding in her impaling and rejoice. "People usually converse during sex, but I seem unable to hold a thought." She muses, thrusting herself down to his base, a paint whimper coming from her lips as she draws back. "However, one thought is there, it's more of a visual thought though."
"And what you that be?" He asked, reaching a hand up to brush away a curl of damp hair.
She answers simply with a smile and a deep thrust. "Page 187."
"Fuck." He curses, flipping her beneath him once more and lunging deep into her, his lips instantly fusing to hers in reaction to the quick thrusts he ensures. He feels himself spasm, the vibrations of emptying himself in her orgasmic.
He kisses the sheen of sweat from her forehead as he comes to rest, his body weight spread evenly over her as a limp junior stays tucked inside her gleaming heat.
"Thank-you." She murmured some time later from behind closed eyelids, her lips searching for his.
"No, thank-you." He chortles, pecking at the corner of her lips.
"I find that I'm quite enjoying the start of my birthday." She peaks up to him, her blue eyes innocent and calm. He can see euphoria of happiness hidden deep inside them.
"I'm glad. How about we get some sleep though? The squints, your family and Parker will be here for dinner. And I want some more alone time with you before then." She smiled, dropping a tender kiss the tip of her nose.
She mumbled something incoherent and soon enough both were fast asleep, joined together in more way than one as Brennan sleepily hooked a leg over Booth's waist, drawing him in closer to her.
-BB-
The birthday girl - or women if you were to argue with her - rouse around eleven o'clock to a feeling of hardness tucked inside her. Searching through her haze of memories from the night previously, she quickly located and remembered him never drawing out of her last night, which would explain the morning wood he was currently experiencing. Threading her fingers through his hair, she kissed at one of his scars, the one that had a bullet pulled form it only a couple years before to try and wake him.
"Good morning." He mumbled sleepily, peeling two brown eyes open to find her gently nipping at his skin.
"It appears it is a good morning for you." She chimed, squeezing her muscles around him.
He simply smiled and pushed her head up with two curled fingers, languidly bringing his lips to hers in a soft, yet love filled kiss. Pushing himself above her, he continued the kiss, not wanting to break contact as he slowed moved in and out. There was nothing better to wake up and make love and he was thoroughly enjoying the experience of making love in the morning, with her.
"What time is everyone suppose to be getting here?" She asked casually.
"Shhh." He hushed, lapsing his lips over hers once more. "No talking, just feel and enjoy."
Her response came in the purring of his name and a soft laughter that filled the small bedroom as they both fell a casualty to sweet, sensual love making.
-BB-
Brennan once again woke, but this time to an empty bed and no clear indication as to what time it might me. She could have worked out the time through the position of the sun, but she was far too relaxed to do so. Instead, she opened her eyes slowly to find him watching her, a delicate smile ghosting his lips from the edge of the bed.
"How long have you been sitting their naked, watching me sleep?" She mused, pulling herself up against the pine wall, bringing the blankets up with her instinctively.
"I showered first, so not long." He chuckled. "I have something for you though."
"If it's another love making session, I find that I am rather sore." She said honestly, trying to give him a reassuring smile.
"No, not that." He comforted. "We've been 'together' four times in less than twenty-four hours, I expect you to be sore. I've got your birthday present." As he dragged himself up to be next to her, he slipped under the blankets and gently pulled her head down to rest on his shoulder.
"You know I don't put much credence in birthday rituals." She rolled her eyes.
Scoffing, Booth too rolled his eyes. "Bones, you don't put much credence in psychology." He used her words and mimicked her voice. "You like birthday presents. I saw the look of disappointment in your eyes last year when Angela forgot your birthday."
Sighing, she admitted defeat. "Yes fine. What is it you got for my birthday?"
"I got you two things actually." He paused; turning to reach into the nightstand he withdrew two boxes, one larger than the other. He passed the smaller box over to her.
"What is it?" She asked, inspecting the silver and black wrapping paper assiduously.
"Open it." He urged. "You'll like it."
Cautiously, she slipped a finger under the tape and carefully peeled the paper away until she was left holding a rectangular blue felt box. With shaking hands, Brennan ran a hand over the felt before popping the lid open. She gasped. Her eyes widened and looking back and forth from the piece of jewelry to the bemused boyish grin on Booth's face. Tears prickled at the back of her ice blue eyes, as he went to reach for the piece but pulled back before she could.
"Booth." She instead breathed, her astonishment was clear.
"A cultured pearl and a round brilliant cut diamond in 18k white gold on a 16 inch chain." He explained, planting a kiss to her temple.
"It's… It's beautiful and perfect." She couldn't help the tears that ran down her cheeks in rivulets. "And its Tiffany & Co. Booth, you shouldn't have, this would have cost you more than you should be spending."
"Bones, baby. For you, I can go broke for a couple weeks." He assured. "Do you want your second present now or later?"
"Now." She smiled, gently closing the lid to the box and placing it neatly next to her.
Passing the second, much larger box over, he smiled. "I think you'll like this."
Like the first box, this too was wrapped in silver and black wrapping paper and like the first she made a procedure out of unwrapping it. Confused by what the paper revealed, she glanced to Booth who gave nothing away before turning back to the box and pulling the lid from top.
"You didn't." She laughed, pulling the more than real silver 9mm pistol from its foam holding. Giving it a close up inspection, she didn't fail to notice the engraving on the right-hand side. "Happy 35th birthday, Bones. Your own real gun." She read with a blasé smile. "Thank-you."
"Check the box again." He grinned, taking the gun from her hand and placing it on the nightstand.
Another small wrapped box sat in one corner, giving him a curious glance; Brennan picked the lightweight box up and unwrapped it. The same blue felt covered the unwrapped box and popping it open, she again gasped.
"Let me guess; cultured pearls and a round brilliant cut diamonds." She watched him nod as she ran a finger over the pearls, a perfect set of matching earrings to go with the already perfect necklace. "I cannot thank-you enough, Booth. I… I love you."
"And I love you." He replied, reaching for the box to place on the nightstand as his lips sealed over hers and unshed tears ran down Brennan checks.
Even if she said she was sore, it didn't stop them making soft, passionate love for another lapse in time.
-BB-
"Thank-you." She smiled gratefully towards her family and friends, her glass of red wine raised. "Thank-you all for being here tonight to help me celebrate my birthday and to you Booth, thank-you especially."
"To me." He cheered.
"To us." The rest responded as laughter broke around the table and glasses were chinked together.
Dinner and dessert had been had and as Brennan sat back down, she was showered in a gift box from her father, his eager eyes already wandering between the present and his glowing daughter who was wearing Booth's presents affectionately.
"Dad." She laughed, noting the bright pink bow on top of the box. Opening the box, she pulled two DVDs from inside, confusion reigning on her face before recognition of the titles took place. "You had these made into DVDs?"
"Booth grabbed the videos from your bedroom and I had them made into DVDs, no one uses big bulky videos anymore. Plus, I know you like to watch your graduation video and the last family Christmas video we made."
"Thank-you." She mouthed; setting aside the DVDs for a moment so she could grab a slim line box from her brother and three cards that came too.
"Halley and Emma each made you a card." Amy explained.
Unwrapping the box, Brennan laughed when she opened the carved box to find a miniature human skeleton inside.
"Made from ivory and joined together with fishing line." Russ explained, seeing the bemused look on his sister's face.
"Very appropriate." She laughed.
Each present Brennan opened, the more she found out that her family and friends knew her more so than she knew herself. It wasn't until she opened Parker's gift last that she let tears flood her face. She embraced the young boy for dear life when he asked if she were alright. The nine year olds gift was simple, but it meant so much to her. An engraved silver photo frame containing a photo of herself, Parker and Booth.
Grabbing the frame that caused her friend to end up in tears, Angela read top engraving first. "My family." Dropping her eyes to the bottom, Angela felt her lip quivered before she read the scripture. "Bones, you make my dad happy. You make him smile and you make him laugh. The way he looks at you is the way mum looks at me. Love. He loves you and I know you love him too. I have never seen dad so happy in my life. You've helped dad make a family. You, me and him. We're that family. I love you too Bones. Love Parker."
"Park." Booth choked, not having known what was written until Angela read it out loud.
"Mum helped me write what I said." The little boy explained before being squashed in a three-way hug with his 'family'.
"I love you too, Parker." Brennan exasperated as he found her lips being sealed over by Booth's.
-BB-
That night, as Parker slept in the room next door, the couple again quietly made love as Temperance and Seeley. The love making was pure yet sassy, filled with the unbinding love that made them a couple, and a family. They didn't break the laws of physics but they broke into an unforeseen future that held the two of them, together with Parker close by.
As Seeley placed one last kiss on Temperance's forehead, he whispered his final words. "Happy Birthday, Bones."
His only response, a shallow eruption of snores. His laughter filled the darkened room as another kiss was dropped to her face and he snuggled into her warm cocooned body.
As they slept, they each knew tomorrow would be the day as a new couple, as a new family that would depend on the both of them and their underlying love.
Tomorrow, the first day of many love filled tomorrows.
Post A/N: I hope you enjoyed this last chapter and I hope it was worthy of a review, especially since it was indeed the last chapter. I personally loved the ending, it was different but true to the word. For Brennan and Booth this story was all about a journey and I've left them on their own journey into the future.
I would lastly like to thank everyone for their love and support, their guidance and comments. You have ALL helped me to be a better right.
Until next time, goodbye. x
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