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A/N: Just one little week left! Who's excited? I know I am! A little bit of fluffy smut to get us through the season premiere angst. Enjoy!

I Wanna Make You Close Your Eyes—Dierks Bentley

He came home late that day and everything was just a little bit better because she was waiting for him. Booth walked straight to the couch and plopped down next to Brennan. Exhausted, his head dropped down to rest on her shoulder.

"I'm so glad to be home," he mumbled against her skin, placing a kiss on the hollow between neck and shoulder.

She ran her fingers through his hair. "Long day?"

"Never ending."

"I'm sorry," she said sympathetically. "Do you want me to get you a drink?"

"No." He turned a little to place an arm around her waist, buried his face against her neck. "No, just stay right here and let me feel you breathe."

Booth inhaled, closing his eyes in pleasure at the light scent of the night time lotion she always wore. For a while, he just listened to the steady sound of her heartbeat and enjoyed the soft frissons of pleasure at the soft stroke of her fingertips over his nape.

"That's nice," he murmured, mouth pressing soft little sucking kisses against her throat.

Around her waist, his hand slipped under her shirt, splaying on the warm, bare skin of her belly. His thumb rubbed at the satiny skin and the soft, innocent touch made her squirm slightly against him. Booth smiled and couldn't resist sliding his hand higher. He cupped a full, bare breast and that she was braless made him groan softly. "Ah, Bones," he said, the husky note to his voice unmistakable. "You're naked under this."

"It's late," she said by way of explanation.

"It's so sexy," he whispered and leaned back to push her shirt all the way up, baring her torso. Her nipples tightened as he stared and Booth dipped his head to lick one rosy tip.

Her back arched automatically even as she wondered, "Aren't you tired?"

At the question, Booth raised his head to look at her. She was staring at him with a soft smile and the pearled tips of her breasts said she liked his mouth on her just fine, but it was pretty late and he wondered if maybe she wasn't in the mood. "Are you?" He tucked back a lock of her hair in an affectionate gesture. "We can go to bed if you—"

"I'm not sleepy," Brennan interjected softly. She gripped her bunched up shirt and removed it, dropping it on the couch. "I'm wide awake, Booth."

He'd had a long day and he was tired, but looking at her, all creamy skin and gorgeous bared curves, Booth was wide awake too. She stood up from the couch and dropped her flannel pajama bottoms. She was beautiful as sin in nothing but a small pair of silky looking panties.

With a sultry smile, she turned and headed for the stairs. He watched, unblinking and practically paralyzed, the shape of her ass as she walked away from him. It wasn't until she reached almost the top of the stairs that he came out of his trance and followed her to the bedroom. With a small laugh, he saw her drop those sexy little panties just in front of their bedroom door. She walked in and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting expectantly for him to strip.

Booth yanked off his tie and shirt and in quick, efficient movements, he was as naked as she. Her gaze ran avidly over his frame, a full on caress even though her hands were not anywhere on him. He didn't move towards her, just let her look, let her see the way he was growing thick and hard for her.

"Booth," she murmured in that husky tone that always sent shivers down his spine.

Brennan slid back on the bed and in almost synchronized precision, he moved forward. His knees hit the mattress and then he was covering her body with his. A soft moan escaped from someone at the press of flesh on flesh.

"Beautiful," he rasped, fingertips stroking down her throat and between her breasts and over the slope of her stomach in a sensual caress. "So, so beautiful."

Her arms closed around him and her thighs parted for him as his hand cupped her gently. Booth panted in hectic arousal at the warm, damp flesh beneath his fingers. He rained kisses all over her—throat, shoulders, the curve of her breasts, and the perfectly pink tips straining towards him.

"Booth, Booth, Booth …" One soft little gasp after another.

His mouth melded with hers. A sweet kiss, soft and languid just like his fingers dipping inside her, stroking carefully, swirling in gentle circles meant to arouse and build that delicious pressure in the pit of her stomach.

Her eyes were a soft, soft blue, staring straight at him until he whispered, "Come for me, baby." And then she arched in a graceful curve and her eyes closed on a long moan of pleasure.

Oh, he loved watching her do that, just close her eyes and fall part. "Booth," she gasped, moving under him, nails scoring gently along his back. "I need you, I need you."

He buried himself inside her and almost came on that first stroke. She was slick and snug and her long legs closed tightly around his waist. "Jesus," he cursed, breathing hard and deep to gain some self-control.

His name escaped again on a throaty moan as she tightened everywhere around him. Arms, legs, sweetly clenching core. He began to thrust into her in a fast, steady beat that seemed to match their pounding heart rate. He stroked and stroked and she held him tighter. "Booth."

Heat shot straight down his spine. "Again," he whispered, a soft request edged rough by arousal. "Say my name again."

"Booth." She didn't hesitate. "Booth, Booth, Booth."

"Yeah," he groaned deep, fisting the sheets beneath her, sliding in and out, going wild with every husky, breathy moan against his ear. "Yeah, baby, yes …oh god, oh god…Bones."

Eyes open and trained on her, Booth watched her shatter and shudder until he couldn't hold it back anymore and his own eyes closed and he had to bury his face against her neck and explode in the kind of pleasure that made the world fade away.

Slowly, his senses returned and his eyes slitted open to see that she'd yet to open her own, but that she was smiling softly. Booth chuckled and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose and one to each closed eyelid. He dropped besides her, snuggling her into his side. Brennan wrapped around him, pressing a kiss to his still pounding chest.

"Bones?"

"Mmmm?" A sleepy murmur.

"Have I told you lately," he whispered, stroking her hair tenderly, "you're always just what I need." A statement more than a question.

Her lips curved and her eyes opened, soft and satisfied. "Have I told you lately that so are you?"

With an answering grin, Booth tipped her chin up and lowered his head to kiss her lips. Tongues tangled lazily and when her eyes closed on a happy sigh, he knew there could never be anything as wonderful as coming home to her after a long, hard day.