AN: Damn, I'm finally back to my computer and tired as hell but I DIDN'T CARE. So Here you go, yet another chapter. I didn't get the 60 reviews I wanted, but I got close, I got 51 +4 I guess XDDD.

So this time since it's only one chapter, my goal is to get at least 30 reviews before continuing, but if I get close, I'll add it anyway.

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As the sunsets' lights cast the golden glow on the city, glinting off the white monuments that made every American proud to see up close in personal, the daylight citizens of Washington D.C., receded into their homes, and the nighttime citizens of Washington moved into the streets.

The lights of the temp agencies, the J. Edgar Hoover building, the museums, the lawyer's offices, and many of the restaurants flicked off, casting the streets into darkness, except for cast of the street lights and the lights of the cars.

Drug dealers moved to their consecutive alleys, their phones in one pocket, and their 'merchandise' in the other, while the shady criminals started their rounds, picking out the innocent victims they would attack tonight.

She always contemplated at this time at night, when she sat on her balcony with the glass of wine she had every night. She wondered about the people that frequented this city, called it home.

She wondered how many people went home crying or sad, how many went home angry, how many went home spent to the point of collapsing, how many went home eager to see the person they wanted to spend the rest of their life with, how many just, didn't want to be here anymore.

She had heard gunshots while sitting on her balcony before, they were faint, but she was able to distinguish it, and she wondered if it was a murder that she would end up trying to solve in a few weeks to a few months, or if it was just another desperate human, looking for an outlet for all of the stress of their lives; that outlet being a rope around their neck, or a bullet in their head.

She also wondered about the night folk, the shady humans that stalk the shadows of the city. She wondered how many of these shady people left their houses with a bloodlust stronger then fresh West Virginian moonshine.

She wondered how many of these people were dealing drugs because they were overpowered by another person; sell or die.

She wondered how many of these people were just trying to make their lives better, and those opportunities were presented at night.

She wondered how many of the underdressed woman would come home safe and untouched by drunk, horny men, and she wondered how many of the young kids were going to get just a little too drunk, or a little too high, and crash the car, and their lives.

She accepted a long time ago that death was natural, and even though it will evoke some sadness, that sadness shouldn't rule over your life.

She said those words to herself every night, and to keep herself from crying she started contemplating her life instead of everyone else's.

She wondered if she would ever be able to find that one person that everyone else in the world thought existed, that one person who could make you happy by just sitting beside you, that one person who could comfort you by holding you for hours while you cried, that one person who would run themselves into the ground just to make you happy, and every night, in the back of her mind, she said she did find that someone.

Booth.

But then she would always scold herself, saying that there was a line, he was her partner, he was her best friend, and she couldn't lose him, no matter what.

This was always her time, her time to confront her feelings, analyze them, and place them in the back of her mind where they belonged.

But when she preformed this ritual when she and Booth where apart for that one month, she finally admitted to herself that she had loved him for longer then she thought, which she confessed to him immediately.

But tonight, tonight she didn't perform her ritual, instead of thinking on her feelings, she was acting in them, kissing the man she loved passionately as she was wrapped in his arms on his couch, his soft 'Steelers' blanket draped over her shoulders and empty take-out containers littering the table.

At first their kissing was slow, and gently, but now it was heated, passionate, libidinous, loving.

Before, she would always describe arousal as a biological urge, satisfied by sex easily, but now she described it as a wanting to get closer, to make love, and to break the laws of physics.

Given she is still the rational woman she was many years ago, she knew it was physically impossible to break the laws of physics, but emotionally, anything was possible.

And truthfully, she would prefer making love over crappy sex any day, especially if she was making love to Booth.

The same man who pulled her blouse over her head, and was running his large, rough hands softly up and down her back.

The same man whose shirt she was pushing over his shoulders, throwing it over her shoulder and returning her delicate hands to his perfectly toned chest.

The same man who was sucking and kissing her neck gently as he purposefully ignored the annoyingly loud cell phone on the table.

"Booth," she groaned lightly.

"No," Booth said seriously, running his hands through her hair "No one is ruining this night."

"What if you don't pick up the phone and they come here instead?" Brennan asked.

"Damn," Booth said, holding her to his chest as he leaned over and checked the caller I.D. "It's Cullen…" he said, opening his phone and putting it to his ear "Hello?" he asked as Brennan rested her head on his chest.

"Booth, it's Cullen, I just wanted to let you know that the claim was refuted, it's official now. Have you talked to Dr. Brennan yet?" Cullen asked.

"I tried talking to her, but you saw the tension in there," Booth said in an irritated voice, winking when Brennan raised her head to look at him.

"She needed some time to cool down?" Cullen asked.

"Yeah," Booth said "I'll try talking to her tomorrow."

"Good man Booth," Cullen said "I'll let you go now. See you tomorrow."

"Bye, Sir," Booth said, closing his phone and turning it off, throwing it into the chair across the room and turning to the beautiful woman smiling at him seductively "Now where were we?" he asked, ducking his head and kissing her neck.

She moaned and tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him to her neck as her nails dug into his shoulder.

His lips skimmed her chest, placing feather-light kisses on the tops of her breasts, running his hands from the hem of her jeans to the clasp of her bra, pulling it apart slowly and sliding the straps down her slender arms slowly.

He kissed down the delicious mounds he was so fond of; licking the erect nubs softly, her soft moans and gasps making his pants feel tighter and tighter around his waist.

Her head was swimming, and she secretly admitted to herself that she loved the feeling. The feeling that there was that one person who could make her lose her mind, metaphorically speaking of course, and still treat her gently, instead of using her.

He reciprocated his treatment to the other breast and kissed her stomach softly before sliding back up and holding her tightly as she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing her lips to his and running her tongue along the smooth curves of his lips, until he instinctively parted them and allowed his tongue to accept hers enthusiastically.

She reached between them and pulled his belt buckle away, pushing his pants down and grinding her core against his erection, pulling his gasp into her throat, and running her tongue over his slowly.

She placed her hands over his and pushed them down her back, bringing them around to her front, urging him to get the degrading clothing away from her before she did it herself.

Booth smirked and pushed the tight jeans down her legs, still gentle with her leg as he pulled them away and threw them over the back of the couch, where a collection of their clothes were gathering.

Her hands rested lightly against his cheeks, as she leaned down for another passionate kiss, her whole body feeling as if it was on fire. She ground against him and gasped into his mouth, her juices flowing from her freely and soaking through to his boxers as she whispered breathlessly "I need you."

He placed his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her lips to his forcefully as he pushed his boxers down and kicked them to the ground before pushing her panties away, his erection brushing against her core temptingly as her juices flowed onto him. "Then take me," he whispered encouragingly.

Brennan's breath escaped her raggedly as she pushed herself back and sat up, spearing herself with him and moaning as he filled her perfectly,

She leaned forward slightly, kissing his chest and sliding up and down, the tip of him hitting her deepest and most pleasurable point.

Her moans filled the room and Booth's hands covered hers, bringing them to his lips lightly as he began matching her thrusts, raising his hips off the couch every time she took him to the hilt.

He felt the familiar muscle contractions as her walls fluttered around him violently, her breath escalating as she pressed her mouth to his, the taste of each other accented with the faint taste of sweat as Brennan screamed his name and clung to him for dear life, flooding around him and taking in the thick, warm, ejaculate that he poured into her.

She collapsed against his chest and snuggled closer to him, the fleece 'Steelers' blanket now gathered at her hips, as she exposed her moistened back to the cool breeze that floated in through the open windows.

"Booth?" Brennan asked quietly.

"Bones?" Booth asked back quietly.

"Are you ok?" Brennan asked, concerned that she did something wrong.

"Of course I am!" Booth said softly "Why wouldn't I be?"

Brennan shrugged and averted her eyes "You just seem…quieter…than usual. I thought that I did something wrong."

"Hey," Booth whispered, bringing his knuckle under her chin, and turning her gaze toward him, "You did everything right. Like always, I was just thinking about something."

"Oh," Brennan said, placing her forearm on his chest and placing her chin on her arm "What were you thinking about?"

The truth was, Booth was thinking about what it would be like to wake up to this beautiful woman every morning, and fall asleep next to her every night. He was thinking about the hell she would give him if he proposed to her, and he wondered if even through all of its irrationality, if she would say 'yes'. He was thinking about what it would be like to plan the wedding and honey moon with her, and he was thinking about how the wedding would be, how beautiful she would look in a flowing white dress, and wondering if she would cry or not.

But, he decided that it would just be easier to be slightly vague "Eternity," he answered with a devilish smile.

"Eternity?" Brennan asked, tilting her head in intrigue.

"Yeah," Booth said, brushing her hair behind her ear, and then throwing his arm over her back "Eternity."

Brennan chuckled and shook her head "Should we go to bed? If we sleep out here you'll hurt your back."

Booth nodded and pulled the blanket up to her shoulders, helping her to her feet and lifting her into his arms.

"Why did you cover me with the blanket?" Brennan asked playfully.

"Because I've had stalkers before and no one gets to see you naked except for me," Booth said, kicking his door closed and pulling the squishy, silver blanket back and throwing her onto the comfortable, cool bed.

Brennan giggled and placed the decorative pillows on the floor next to her, turning onto her side and pulling the comforter to her chest and half way hid her face behind the soft blanket.

Booth turned and chuckled, sitting on the side of the bed and pulling the blanket to his lap, turning onto his side and looking into her playful blue eyes.

"I love you," Brennan said, reaching out and brushing her fingertips against his rough cheek.

Booth laced her fingers with his and kissed her knuckles, pulling their intertwined hands to his chest "I love you," he whispered back, curling the fingers of his other hand in a 'come here' motion.

Brennan complied and moved closer to him; leaning into the hand he placed on her cheek and urged her to his lips.

They kissed slowly until their lips tore from each other and Booth rolled over, turning off his bedside lamp, before rolling onto his back and pulling his arm up. Brennan snuggled into his side and rested her head on his chest, her hand falling over his heart, and twitching as his strong heartbeat pulsed against her fingertips.

Booth's arms snaked around her back and kept her close to his side "Good night my love," he whispered.

"Good night," she murmured, kissing his chest delicately before closing her eyes. 'Maybe this will be my new every night ritual' she thought to herself as she fell asleep to his soft snores.

Me: *sits wide-eyed on my bed, staring at the wall*

Brennan: *walks into my room and stops, raising her eye brow* What are you doing?

Me: Thinking.

Brennan: About what?

Me: Nothing.

Brennan: That's-

Me: No, I'm trying to see how long I can think about nothing...*thinks about the peach I ate* DAMNIT!

Brennan: Ok, I'm going to call the insane asylum for kids.

Me: FOX RUN! FOX RUN! FOX RUN! FOX RUN! My home away from home...

Brennan: And what is Fox Run?

Me: A place filled with nice soft rooms, nice people in white coats with huge needles, and snuggly shirts that pin your arms behind your back.