This coincides with The Girl in Suite 2103. For the first time, I think, I am going to start mid-episode with this one. I love how Brennan 'handled' the stooge from the State Department and I wanted to deal with that a bit. Not one of my favorite episodes, but I did love how Booth stuck with Brennan on Cam's idea of offering up false evidence to get a confession. That spoke volumes to me.

And as always, I don't own Bones. But I bet you wish I did.


Happiness

State Department representative Alex Radswell stared dispassionately at Dr. Temperance Brennan-Booth as she stepped lightly through the remains of the charred hotel suite. After a few moments, he turned his glare to the man standing next to him.

"Agent Booth, is there a reason why these people are under the impression that these remains are going to the Jeffersonian?"

Booth sighed and tried not to sound as exasperated as he felt. 'God, I hate bureaucracy.' he thought to himself. "Radswell, this is an FBI investigation. You know that. There are unidentified human remains, some burned beyond recognition. My partner and the rest of her team are the best in the world at finding answers in these circumstances. I was under the impression that State wanted the best, so you get us. We are the best."

Radswell exhaled loudly out his nose. "Fine. Because Dolores Ramos is involved and State has already okayed this mess I can let it slide. For now. Which one of them is your partner?"

Brennan stood and walked towards them, snapping off her gloves and extending her hand. "I am. Dr. Temperance Brennan-Booth. I am a-"

"Booth?" Alex's eyebrows shot up into his hairline.

"Yes. Booth is my husband as well as my partner. Is that a problem?"

"Not for me." He looked up at Booth. "Really?"

"Yep." Booth couldn't stop the goofy grin that crossed his face whenever Brennan introduced herself as his wife. He was still trying to adjust to the miracle of fact that she had agreed to hyphenate her name. She had even called her publisher to make the necessary changes to the cover of her next book and amend her author's profile at the end, telling Booth that she was proud of the fact that he was her husband and wanted everyone to know about it. Hence, the goofy grin.

"Different strokes, I guess." Radswell shook his head and motioned towards the mess behind them. "How long do you think it will take to get all the remains collected and back to your lab?"

"A few more hours at least. I need to make sure we get every bone fragment we can recover." Putting another pair of gloves on, Temperance nodded to Radswell and turned back to the task at hand.

"Nice. I always knew you'd bag a hot wife, Booth. Just never thought you'd get one smarter than you." With that, Alex turned and walked out of the still-smoking room.

Booth rolled his eyes and walked over to Brennan to take notes on her findings.

***************

Lying in bed a few days later, Booth was having trouble sleeping. He glanced over at the sleeping form of his wife, a warm feeling flooding his chest as he looked at her smooth back bathed in moonlight. He knew he had walked a fine line when he took Temperance's side after Cam had suggested deceiving Mrs. Ramos about the evidence against her son. He didn't have any doubt that they had done the right thing, and after Mrs. Ramos had confessed and waived her diplomatic immunity his opinion was solidified. But the way Cam had approached the idea still nagged at him. Yes, he had assured Brennan that Cam hadn't been trying to falsify evidence and he truly believed that, but it made him decidedly uneasy anyway. He needed to believe one hundred percent in their team, and this whole affair had put a tiny seed of doubt in his mind. Idly running his hand up and down Temperance's back, he closed his eyes and tried to relax enough to drift off.

"You'd better have the best of intentions with that caress now that you've woke me up." Brennan's husky, sleep-filled voice made him smile.

He rolled to his side and met her eyes as she made the same move towards him. "Oh, I always have the best of intentions whenever I touch you." He smiled and scooted closer. "C'mere…"

Brennan smiled and wrapped an arm around his waist, letting him pull her flush against his body. She ran her hand lazily down his back, mimicking what he had been doing to her earlier. Kissing his chest, she slid down his body, letting her breasts brush against him on her way down.

"Bones…" he whispered. "You don't have to…"

"Shhh. Unless you're warning me or moaning my name, I don't want to hear another word." Reaching her destination, she wrapped one slim hand around his penis and lightly licked the tip, finishing with a swirl. Acquiescing happily, Booth leaned back with his arms under his head, propping himself up so he could watch one of the most erotic things he ever got to see.

Without warning, Brennan slipped him completely inside her mouth, relaxing her throat to take him all the way in. He hissed in pleasure and fought to keep his hips from bucking. "Jesus, Bones…" She chuckled, the vibrations sending waves of heat and desire shooting through him, making him groan. With a smile, she began moving her head up and down, cupping his balls and rolling them between her fingers as she switched between tight suction as her lips slid along his length, and then loosely holding him with her lips as her tongue flicked back and forth from top to bottom.

Booth's eyes rolled back in his head from the sensation his wife was drawing from him and he couldn't keep quiet any longer. "Temperance…stop. Come here, babe." He held his hand down to her, long fingers beckoning her up to him. Grinning, she slid seductively back up his body to take his lips in a scorching kiss. Without fanfare, she slid her hips forward and then slammed them down quickly, taking him inside her and drawing a squeak of surprise from the man beneath her. Brennan reached to his sides and grasped his hands, intertwining their fingers and using him as leverage to sit up, pulling him into her body to the hilt. She sat still, tightening her inner muscles while never breaking eye contact with him. He watched, fascinated, as her eyes changed from cerulean to deep blue as she brought herself to orgasm without moving. Her head fell back and she moaned, his name on her lips. Booth took that as his cue and began moving his hips, first in circles then slowly up and down. He thrust into her with measured strokes, trying to draw another orgasm from her before he fell over the ledge with her. They moved in tandem for what seemed to Booth like seconds, but stretched into almost half an hour of deep sighs, declarations of love and cries of delight. Finally, her fingers began to grasp his tightly and he knew she was close.

"C'mon, love…come with me. Look at me…" Temperance obeyed, tipped her head forward again, moving her hips to help him bring them to the precipice, eyes never leaving his.

"Booth…I…" Her breath hitched as she felt him begin to swell inside her. "Oh God…." The second orgasm slammed into her like a tsunami, enhanced by the sexy moans and groans he was making as he came. She collapsed against his chest, unable to feel her legs as she continued to grasp him internally. Booth struggled to get his breath as he moved her to rest more comfortably against his side.

"You…whew. You can wake me in the middle of the night anytime." Brennan was gasping as well, sweat drying on her skin and making their bodies stick together.

Booth chuckled lightly and pulled her closer, kissing her head. "Promise me it will always be this good."

Brennan raised her head and the smile slipped off her face, eyes narrowing. "Of course it will be. We are very sexually compatible. You're not worried, are you?"

"No! No, I just…it's so good it's unbelievable. You know?"

"Yeah."

"Go back to sleep, Bones. We can sleep in tomorrow. Case is closed."

"Yeah."

"Bones?"

"Yeah?"

Chuckling again, he held her tightly. "Goodnight, Bones."

"'Night, Booth."