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Thank you all so much for your words of encouragement and kind comments regarding my rant last chapter… you are all AMAZING and I am so fortunate to have you as readers! I love you all!

I hope you enjoy chapter 49; I was pretty satisfied with how it turned out and hope you are too.

Disclaimer: Well… in the past week I haven't received any calls from HH or Fox, so I guess I still don't own anything…. Except for, of course, the idea behind this little tale… Enjoy!

Booth and Brennan, Angela and Hodgins were all sitting around the small table in the guest dining area, enjoying the delicious meal that Maribelle had prepared for them.

"Booth? Are you alright to have a beer? I mean, with your medicine and all?" Angela asked with concern in her eyes.

"Oh, yeah, I should be fine. The worst medication I've had since 9:00 this morning was Advil; so a beer or two should be fine." Booth grinned as he took a swig from the long-neck bottle.

"So, guys, do you have everything you need? As far as staying for a few days?" Hodgins spoke between mouthfuls of Maribelle's homemade vegetarian meal. He was never one to eat vegetarian dishes, but she had prepared quite a spread for the four of them. They started their meal with an appetizer of risotto stuffed mushroom caps, their entrée was orzo with feta, green beans and grape tomatoes, and they were looking forward to the mouthwatering mixed berry shortcake alamode.

Booth nodded as he topped off Bones' glass of white zinfandel, then offered some more to Angela, which she happily accepted, "Yeah, man, thanks. Everything's great." He picked up his beer bottle once again and nodded to their host. "This place is amazing, Hodgins, and we really appreciate you guys letting us stay here for a bit."

Brennan smiled in agreement with Booth's assessment, meeting Angela's happy eyes as her friend reached across the table and took her hand.

Hodgins waved off the praise from their friends, "Oh, you bet, guys; we're happy to have you stay. We wanted you two to be safe and comfortable until you're back up and at 'em." Jack raised his own beer bottle and clinked it against Booth's as he nodded to the recovering Agent.

Booth wrinkled his brow and turned to his partner, "By the way, Bones…how did our clothes get here?"

"The other day, while you were in one of your medication-induced slumps, Angela and I ran to the house and gathered a few things that I thought we could use, then grabbed lunch on the way back to the hospital. That way we wouldn't have to worry about going there when you were discharged, in case you were not feeling well." Bones recounted their couple-hour-gallivant as she served herself a second helping of the orzo.

Booth smiled and nodded to Angela. "Thanks; that worked out well."

"So," Bones interrupted, "What did you learn at the lab today?" She was going to try to hold off the 'shop-talk', as Booth referred to it, until after dinner, but she just couldn't help herself. Despite the fact that Booth had repeatedly asked her, over the years, to let everyone eat in peace before diving into a case, she was simply too anxious to get the answers. It was a habit that Brennan knew she should break, but old habits die hard…

The other three around the table all smiled as Hodgins looked at his watch, "well, we made it 23 minutes aaaannnnd….45 seconds, so I think that puts you closest, Booth. You win." Hodgins smiled and slapped his guest on the shoulder, (the good one), since Booth's bet was closest; he had said Bones wouldn't make it past 25 minutes before needing to bring it up. Hodgins said she would start in immediately into the meal, discussing the case before they even began the appetizers. Angie had given the benefit of the doubt and said that she believe Bren would be able to wait until after dessert was completed before bringing up the subject. Given Booth's history with gambling, there was no real bet on the table…it was simply a fun bet for bragging rights of who knew Brennan the best…

Angela grunted with a half-smirk, "figures you'd be that close…she used to be my best friend, you know….!" Angela playfully tossed her crumpled napkin at Booth across the table and he ducked in good humor as he laughed at Angela's antics.

Brennan raised her eyebrow and looked to Booth, waiting for the explanation of the conversation that was happening around her. He reached over and brushed a stray hair from her cheek as he smiled warmly.

"We were trying to determine how long you could last before bringing up the case during dinner, Babe. I know you very well…" He leaned over and softly kissed her pouty lips as she gave him a disapproving glare.

"When would you have me bring it up, then, Booth? How long should we wait before addressing the issue that has forced us into this situation?"

"Bones…It's fine that you brought it up…We all expected you to, it was just a matter of how soon." His warm smile put her back at ease, once she knew that they weren't making fun of her. She looked from her lover to her friends and saw they, too, were nodding in agreement.

"Dr. B, it's all good. Listen, the computer didn't provide a whole helluva lot today. It was pretty obvious that Becky had been to the same grounds where you were held, but that's no surprise. I think what we need to look at is the surrounding area, to the hotels and motels, because the particulates are not going to give us much."

Angela swallowed the last of her wine and handed her glass back over to Booth for yet another refill. "Well, the Angelatron filtered all of Becky's computer records, so I was able to pinpoint where and when she lessened Julie's sentence. I have a timeline of all the times she accessed the computer system and what changes she made each time. I also located some older family history; since we spoke this afternoon and you said she was related to Baker, I programmed new research criteria into the computer. It appears that the relation goes back pretty far on the mothers' sides, but when I dissected some of the…characters…I'll call them…there were some pretty 'colorful' ones… A ton of petty criminals, a couple arsonists, plenty of high school drop-outs, some other more offending criminals - robbery, abuse, assault with deadly weapons…" She thanked Booth for her refreshed glass with a nod before continuing.

She grinned slyly, "annnd…. There's more." A slow sip of wine brought her friends to the edge of their seats. "Instead of just focusing on Baker's mother's side, even though that's the relation side to Becky, I ran some searches on his father's side as well." She paused for another sip, savoring her favorite selection from the local winery.

Brennan reached out and snagged Angela's glass from her fingers. "Angela, drink after you tell us about your work…" her frustration in her friend's distracted mannerisms was about to drive Bren to drain her own wineglass…

"There is another relation you two haven't discovered yet…Baker's grandfather was related to Julie's great uncle, once removed… or twice removed… however many 'removed', nevertheless, Baker and Julie are related as well…"

Booth's jaw went slack as he eyed the artist sitting across the table from him, and Brennan dropped her fork onto her plate with a surprised gasp.

Booth then leaned forward, his forearms resting on the table, "Ange, you're telling us that Baker, Julie and Becky were all related?"

"Well, Studly, they Becky and Julie were both related to Baker, but not to each other. But indirectly, yeah… they were."

The agent flopped back against his chair and shook his head, looking from Angela to Bones and then over to Hodgins before settling his eyes back at Bones. "Well, ho-ly shit…don't that beat all…Why the hell didn't we figure this out, Bones?"

"Booth, we hardly delved into Julie's files – we were focusing on Becky's…" she looked back to Angela, "so that's the connection, but that doesn't answer the 'why' about it all."

"Sorry, sweetie, my computer can only answer so much… the 'why' will have to be answered when you two catch up with Becky or Julie. Or both of them, hopefully."

Hodgins sat forward, dividing the remaining orzo between his and Booth's plates. "Guys, I entered some data from the bugs into the system. I don't know if it will work or not, but I am trying to reverse trace the frequency receptors, maybe we can get a working perimeter or radius from which to work. They're good little machines, well made, but not all that strong. So, the receiving end would not have been too terribly far. In fact, I suspect that the recipient was staying right here in the DC area. I would be surprised if the signal would have been strong enough to reach Maryland from your place, dude."

Booth and Brennan stared at each other, still trying to let this new information sink into their fogged brains. Bren turned her attention over to Hodgins, "Jack, when do you expect your results to come through?" Her eagerness was transparent to all three of them.

"Oh, Dr. B, I just started it before coming home; I hadn't thought of it at first. Initially I was solely focused on running all the trace evidence from the rooftop, and from the hallway outside your apartment. So, that being said, I probably won't see anything come through until sometime tomorrow, mid-morning. I programmed several variables for each of the 17 bugs and just left the system to do its thing over night."

"Sweetie," Angela interrupted Bren's thoughts, "can you remember ever seeing Becky and Julie hanging out? You know, in school… Did they run with the same circle of friends? Did they cross paths often?"

"Ange, it's a small town; everyone crossed paths with everyone. As far as the two hanging around together… I can't recall noticing it. They certainly wouldn't have overlapped in activities; Julie was a cheerleader; not very bright; not concerned with studying at all. Becky was…well, she wasn't a stupid student, she was decent, I think. I wouldn't say she was intelligent, but she was certainly capable of holding her own during exams and such. Neither was really friendly towards me; so I didn't socialize with them. I didn't really socialize with anyone, except for our janitor." She looked over to Booth, who was nodding sympathetically.

He remembered hearing the bitter memories she held onto regarding her years at Burtonsville High; the cruel names the other students called her, the terrible ways her classmates treated her, the way they used her to their benefit for study groups – inviting her to join in when they needed her brains, luring her in with a false sense of acceptance – then they simply casted her aside when they were done with their tests as if she had no more feelings than a gnat. The school janitor was the only person who was ever really nice to her; he seemed to understand that she was not a death-obsessed, morbid suicidal teenager like her peers thought. He understood she was almost too smart for her own good, and that she simply needed someone to listen to her and be a friend; someone who would not make fun of her, someone who would accept Temperance Brennan for who she was. For as creepy as Mr. Buxley appeared, Booth was thankful that his partner had someone in her life back then, regardless of how strange or weird the man was; he hated to entertain the thoughts of what may have happened to Bones if she'd gone through her entire high school career with no one at all.

"I know, Bones. But maybe, if you think of something, just mention it. Even if you don't think it's important, it may lead to something."

Suddenly, he eyes brightened. "Wait a minute. Booth, I still have my high school yearbooks." She smiled, realizing maybe they would reveal something.

"I didn't think you had your high school yearbooks, Bren," Angela interrupted. "I'm surprised you would have been the type to get them; surprised even that you could have bought them…If your school was anything like mine, they were pretty expensive." Angela knew that her foster families never bought things like that for Bren; the families she stayed with were simply in the fostering-business for the money they received from the government.

Brennan shook her head at her friend. I didn't buy them. Mr. Buxley gave me one each year. He knew I couldn't afford it; he knew I didn't get anything from any of my foster parents." She suddenly turned solemn. "I think he was trying to help me feel like I fit in. I believe his intentions were to try to encourage me to gather autographs like the other students. And I appreciated the thoughts. But I never had anyone sign them, besides him and my senior year science teacher. I didn't care about what the other students would have written; I didn't want a bunch of messages addressed to 'Morticia' or 'Creepy' to remind me of how cruel they were."

Booth reached over and placed his hand on hers, as it rested beside her plate. He was grateful that she didn't pull away, but rather opened her palm instead. In prior times, when she would relive painful memories, those were the moments she was most likely to close-up; to shut him out when he tried to console her. But Bones welcomed his touch now, and his heart beat harder in appreciation.

She looked back up to meet Angela's eyes. "But maybe, if we go through them, maybe we'll see something. We can go to my storage locker tonight and get them out. What do you think?"

Angela looked at her watch, "well, Bren, it's after 8:30, and I know that you could probably keep going for hours, but my vote is that we wait until tomorrow to go find them. Then we can look through them with fresh eyes. I know Jack is tired, Agent Studly, over there, looks beat and I'm just looking forward to a hot bath and a nice snuggle in my nice warm bed with my hubby…" Angela implored her best friend with wide eyes, hoping that Bren would see the sense in waiting.

Bones looked around the table at her friends and her partner, and then settled her gaze back on Ange. "Yes, that is acceptable. Will you drive me over there tomorrow, before you go to the lab?"

"Sure, Sweetie." She smiled and winked at Booth, as he silently thanked her for being the one to talk Bones out of working through the night. "Now, whatd'ya say we have our dessert now?"

Booth and Hodgins both readily agreed. Booth clapped his hands together once before reaching out and piling the plates to take them out to the kitchen. Jack stood and collected the wine glasses and emptied beer bottles and followed Booth out to the kitchen, while the girls relaxed and chatted easily.

The men returned with coffee for all and the most delicious berry dessert, which everyone dug into eagerly, mumbling approvals the whole time. As they completed dessert, one of the house keepers requested entry, so she could go ahead and clean the dishes and straighten up. Booth emphatically shook his head in the negative.

"Nuh-uh, thanks anyway, but we are perfectly capable of clearing up after ourselves." He turned to Hodgins when he saw the young lady smirk and move towards the kitchen anyway. "Jack, man, I don't want to be cleaned up after; please tell her to go…" Booth stood, gathering the remnants of what was left on the table. "I don't like to feel like I can't wash my own dishes."

Hodgins stood beside Booth and wiped down the crumbs, sweeping them into his palm and moving towards the kitchen. "Lucy, it's alright; Booth and I will take care of this. Go ahead and turn in for the evening; there's a 'Cheers' marathon on TV tonight, I know that was one of your favorites in its day."

The woman, who had been with the Hodgins' family her whole life, following in her parents' footsteps, smiled and nodded at her boss, thankful that he was a good man; not a demeaning and belittling man like many wealthy people she'd encountered during her time on the estate. "Thank you Mr. Hodgins. You're sure?"

Jack nodded with a wide smile. He'd always liked Lucy's family, and was happy that she had decided to stay on when she became and adult; she was almost more of a friend than an employee. He ensured his employees were well compensated, and respected, which in turn resulted in extremely happy and loyal workers. "Good night, Lucy. Tell your mother that dinner was absolutely delicious. Mind-blowingly wonderful dessert."

To that, Booth quickly agreed, "oh heck, yeah… it was amazing." He grinned as he loaded the dish washer and filled the sink with hot water, intending to hand wash the larger items.

"Alright, then. Thank you sir," she nodded to Jack before looking to their guest, "Mr. Booth, good night."

"Night, Lucy," Hodgins smiled and turned to help Booth with finishing the clean-up.

The ladies moved to the living room and settled on the couch, enjoying some time without the guys, and just talked. The conversation was light and not specifically focused on anything, just gossip and brain-storming of what they might find the next day. When the men found their girls a little while later, Angela rose from her seat and bid their friends goodnight, promising to help in the morning, by taking Brennan to her storage unit and sorting through countless boxes until they located the one that contained their objects of necessity.

After their hosts had left for the evening, Booth and Bones sat quietly on the couch, reflecting on everything they had learned during the day. They talked about possibilities of what everything meant; they discussed their plan of attack for the next few days.

As Brennan settled against Booth, she let her head fall to his shoulder in quiet contemplation when Booth broke their silence.

"Bones…When Baker broke out of jail he would have gone to family…but distant family, so he wouldn't easily be spotted by law enforcement…" Booth spoke absently while he let his fingers tickle her shoulder and upper arm, as his arm was draped around her shoulders. "And once he reunited with his Burtonsville family, they would have talked…discussed his case and his imprisonment…" Chewing on his bottom lip, he cocked his head to the side, staring at nothing in particular, a concentration frown and forehead wrinkle marring his good looks.

Bones looked up at him, patiently waiting for him to continue with his thoughts.

"They would have realized the fact that I was the one who locked him up, Bones… And that same family would have known that you and I were the ones who locked up Julie… Criminals aren't all stupid…Hell, Baker was a fuckin' genius in some ways; he got his smarts from somewhere…"

It was Bones' turn to wrinkle her forehead in thought. Remaining snugged under Booth's arm, with her head pressed into his neck, she continued, "and if his family knew that you were involved with locking away two of their own, even from different sides of the family… They would want to come after you, Booth… And having me, a local graduate – a contact, as your partner, it gave them a perfect cover story…" She looked up at her boyfriend, "They somehow got Becky to agree to turn her back on the oath she swore to protect the public and conspire to target us."

"The law enforcement oath is much more than just to protect, Bones, and yea, she turned her back on it blindly." His eyes lowered, looking blankly at the floor as he recited the oath he'd had to memorize early on in his training.

"On my honor, I will never betray my badge, my integrity, my character, or the public trust.
I will always have the courage to hold myself and others accountable for our actions.
I will always uphold the constitution, my community and the agency I serve."

"Booth…what are we going to do?"

"We're going to find those two bitches and make them pay for what they've done. They're going to pay for hurting you; for shooting me; for threatening my son." Booth's voice was hard, but his arm warm as he hugged her tighter, as if holding her closer would make her safer in this moment.

Their conversation around the case quieted and Bones sank further into Booth's warm comfort, as he held her tenderly. She was snuggled against him with her head resting in the crook of his neck, while her legs were tucked up on the cushion next to her. Booth lowered his right arm so he could circle her waist, and he let his fingertips brush the soft skin he found as her shirt rose slightly at her hip. He trailed his left palm along the length of her lower arm, hand and fingers as she rested it against his chest.

He spoke into her hair, as he rested his lips against the top of her head. "Bones? You doing alright with all this? You know, with reliving these memories from your hometown?" He pulled back to look at her, but she kept her cheek against his shoulder, so her eyes were facing forward rather than upwards in his direction. Slowly using his nose he brushed aside her bangs from her forehead and placed a gentle kiss on her smooth skin.

She nodded silently and removed her hand from its position on his chest, sliding it down and around his abdomen to his waist, where she wriggled it beneath the hem of his black t-shirt and grazed her touch over his olive skin. "I'll be okay, Booth."

She grew instantly silent again, and he waited patiently for her to continue, because he knew she had more to say. So he just nodded and let his fingers trace little circles and designs on her waist with his one hand, and with his other hand, he drew lines up and down her arm that rested across his waist. She softly continued, "I know it's irrational to get upset at the past, there's nothing that can be done to change it, and nothing from the past can actually come back and hurt me again…But, still…sometimes it is upsetting to think about."

"Of course it can be upsetting, Bones. But you shouldn't be too hard on yourself. It's not irrational to be upset, it's a natural reaction. But, just keep in mind that no matter how upset you get, no matter how difficult the memories become, I'll be here for you. Talk to me when you start to feel overwhelmed. Let me help you through this, Bones."

She was quiet, mulling over his words and enjoying the warmth of his body against hers. She looked up and met his eyes, finding in them such a calm sense of well-being that her entire body relaxed further into him. She stretched up and grazed his jawline with her lips, trailing tiny kisses long the length until she reached his chin, at which time she moved up to his mouth.

"Thank you, Booth," she murmured against his firm lips; he smiled in response against her much softer ones as he nipped at her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She let her eyelids fall closed as she allowed him to deepen their kiss, relishing in the feelings his touches evoked in her. Their tongues danced and chased each other, their teeth nipped playfully and their moans echoed back and forth as their heart rates increased, causing the temperature in the room to rise several degrees.

Booth trailed his hand up her arm and over her shoulder until he reached her slender, inviting neck. Slowly, he brought his fingers around to the back of her neck and pulled her tighter to him, and he swallowed her whimpers in the process. Against each other, they smiled into their kiss, both knowing in which direction their make-out session would lead.

Bones pulled back from him slightly and smiled knowingly. Slowly, seductively, she let her head fall back, allowing his palm to cradle the weight of her cranium. When she heard the appreciative growl her silent invitation had elicited from her partner, Bones knew Booth was as aroused for her as she was for him. She moaned softly, sweetly, at sensing his lean towards her before she actually felt him touch her throat. Slowly, methodically, he drew his tongue from the hollow of her throat up to her pulse point, where he paused to suckle. He didn't spend too long in one place, as he moved from where he could feel the blood throbbing in her neck and found his lips attached to the tiny space just behind her ear. Eventually he sucked her earlobe into his warmth and teased her with his tongue. At each new location, he drew from her lips, from her chest, new noises, new mews; sounds, all of which he silently vowed to cause her to make again – over and over for years to come. While his mouth worked over her neck, he let his right hand to wander further beneath her t-shirt, gliding up her side until it rested just below, and slightly to the side, of the swell of her ample breast.

Meanwhile, she had allowed both of her hands to drag the sides of his shirt upwards, as she tried to reach as much skin as possible from her current position. Growing with frustration of not being able to touch more of his perfectly masculine chest, she started to shift, and before he knew what was happening, she had brought herself over his thighs and straddled his legs, pressing their cores against each other, which, in turn, drew a deep, guttural moan from her lover.

Without waiting for permission, he detached his lips from her neck long enough to pull her shirt over her head and then reattached his suction to the hollow of her throat once more. His hands splayed and palmed her breasts, squeezing them firmly through her thin cotton bra. Careful to not add any pressure to his sore shoulder, she wrapped her arms around his muscular neck and pressed herself against him completely, permitting him full access to her body, to do as he pleased.

As he moved his lips and tongue along her neck, touching every last inch of her milky skin, she ground against him, growing dizzy from the feeling of his growing erection. She loved knowing that she could do that to him so instantly. Whenever she witnessed the evidence of his arousal, she experienced a primal emotion that erupted from within her metaphoric soul; the knowledge that she had the power and ability to bring such a strong, independent man to such a state was primordially satisfying to her. She'd always known that she had the capability of arousing men, but no other encounter had provided her with the fulfilling feeling as that which she experienced whenever Booth's cock hardened beneath her body, beneath her touch.

"Oh Jesus Christ, Bones…" he mumbled between nibbles and sucks, as he brought his palms around to her ass, grabbing a fabulously firm cheek in each hand. He pulled her tighter against him, thrusting his hips in her direction as he did so. "Bones…Let's move into the bedroom…" He was proud of himself for his ability to string together a group of words that formed a coherent sentence. He knew that they were probably pretty secure in their privacy on this wing of the house, but he wanted to ensure that once they got started, they would not be interrupted.

She nodded slightly and mumbled what could have been construed as agreement, but she made no move to actually get off his lap. Instead, she leaned against his crotch harder, and pressed her throat back to his mouth, longing for his touch once again. "More…" she laced her fingers into his short hair and tilted her head sideways, encouraging him to lick near her collarbone, to which he happily complied.

"Mmm…" he hummed against her skin as he bit her gently then soothed the bite with a slow, wet kiss. Moving up to just below her ear once more, he grabbed her neck with his teeth and slowly dragged them upwards until he finally reached the lobe. Growling, his lust-deepened voice sent shivers through her body, "Bedroom, Bones…Or else I am going to take you right here, on the couch…right now, Baby… But I'd much rather we got naked in the other room…"

She pulled back, knowing that they needed to make their way to the adjoining room, but loathed tearing herself away from her partner. "Yeah, Booth. I know… Just…Oh right there…yesss…" She responded to his reapplication of pressure to her throat and the way he raised his hips from the seat to press against her core. As she felt wet heat flooding her lower body, she pulled back and met his heated eyes. "Booth, make love to me…please…" she pleaded, already knowing that they were going to fall into bed with one another, but wanting him to know she wanted to do it his way. She innately knew that he needed that reassurance; they would be 'making love,' because it was important to him. Bones wanted to do whatever would make her Booth happy, whether it be taking control or giving up control, she knew, in that moment, that she would spend the rest of her lift trying to make this perfect man happy.

His look turned possessive and his throat went dry. They'd been together for just over a week, and each time he kissed her, each time they touched, each time they slept in one another's arms, he had to keep reminding himself that is was all real; 'they' were actually happening. But hearing her plead with him…asking him to make love to her… that brought about a different set of feelings altogether. For years, she outwardly balked at his beliefs and his speeches about love and sex and everything in between. But he knew now, that she really was listening to him; she really did pay attention when he spoke and at some point during their friendship, she started to believe him. And finally, they could do everything they had ever talked about; and for that, he couldn't be more thankful.

"For the rest of our lives, Bones. For the rest of our lives…I'll make love to you, and only you, forever…" he captured her lips, and pulled her in for a deep kiss as he scooted forward from his seat, wanting to get her to the bed as soon as humanly possible.

"Wait, Booth. Don't," she stopped him from standing and taking her with him. "I don't want you to carry me. Not until your shoulder is better; I can walk in, as long as I can just lean on your good side."

"C'mon, Baby, you can always lean on me…" he helped while she dislodged herself from his lap and stood on shaky legs. Like the little nymph she was, as she stood, Bones was unable to resist reaching down and scraping her fingers along the impressive length of the bulge in his pants. "Booooones…" he grabbed her wrist with an iron grip and a grin.

He led her directly to the luxuriously made king-sized bed. At some point in the evening, one of the house keepers had come in and turned down the blankets for them, making it irresistibly inviting to the partners. She climbed up onto the bed and turned so she sat on her knees, facing him, gifting him with one of the most beautiful smiles he'd ever seen in his adult life. She looked ravishing with the healthy pink flush that had crept up her neck to her cheeks. Her eyes were wide with desire and her lips parted seductively as she watched him return from closing the door, and approach his side of the bed. As he sat, she crawled over to him and gently pushed him backwards, so he would lie down.

He frowned, worried that she would try to do too much; he didn't want her to overdo it while she was still recovering. Momentarily he pondered what a mess they were… but those thoughts were pushed from his brain as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, and in the process, pressed her bra-clad breasts to his t-shirt covered chest.

Smiling against his mouth she pulled back slightly and spoke quietly, "don't think so hard, Booth… just lay back and relax…" She grinned like a sexy kitten, "let me start this, Booth…let me take care of you for a bit."

"Baby, if you do too much, I won't last long…I just lose control with you. And I don't want to lose control too soon." He reached and pushed a loose curl behind her ear then traced her jawline back around to her chin, under which he curled his finger, drawing her closer for another kiss. They lost themselves in the kiss, which quickly turned into heavy petting and frantic groping.

He wrapped her head gently within his open palms and tilted her head this way and that while he plundered her mouth, and allowed her to pillage his in return. When she pulled back he immediately missed the connection, but he didn't have to wait long before he realized she was pulling his shirt up his torso, trying to free him from the barrier material. Once he was free of the offending article, he circled his arms behind her to unclip her bra, but did not find the hooks as expected. She batted her eye lashes and sat proudly on her knees, just at his waist level.

"It's a front latch, Booth." She raised an eyebrow at the fascinated look he gave her, and she sat perfectly still and peacock-like, as she watched him reach up and trace his fingers across her sensitive skin just above her bra line. Almost in slow motion, he arrived at the clasp nestled in her cleavage. His eyes danced between her heaving chest, her parted, kiss-swollen lips and her begging eyes before beginning his visual journey all over again. As he unhooked her bra, he slowly peeled the cloth back, one cup at a time, revealing her naturally full tits to his longing gaze and roaming hands.

As she sat perfectly still with her legs tucked beneath her body, her back erect so her nipples stood impressive and alert, begging to be touched by her lover. His gaze was so thorough that she almost felt his caress before his touch ever reached her. When his roaming eyes finally reached her face, he studied her closely, trying to formulate an understandable sentence. Wordlessly, he shook his head slowly, raking his eyes over her torso once more, visually worshiping her body. Raising one hand, he brought his pointer finger to her belly button and, barely touching her, he dragged it slowly upwards to the valley of her breasts, skimming the silky skin beneath his calloused finger.

"Sorry my fingers are so rough, Bones," he felt bad, knowing how soft she was, that his fingertips were so worn.

She slowly shook her head, her eyes never leaving his chiseled face and she struggled to control her breathing. "Don't be, Booth…you feel perfect. Your touch is electric to me." She leaned forward, straightening her arms out to suspend herself over his torso, and leaned into him, allowing his hand to paw her breast while she began slowly kissing him once more. Her nipples instantly hardened beneath his touch and she pressed herself into his grasp, loving how completely his large hands covered her.

She moaned into his mouth, to which his own animalistic groan replied. His grip turned firmer, and he tweaked her nipples, the way he learned she liked. She broke the kiss to inhale sharply at his erotic movements against her body. She slowly crawled further up towards his head, desperate to feel his lips on her breasts, and he was eager to satisfy her desire.

Spreading his fingers wide, Booth grabbed Brennan's sides, holding her ribs just to the side swells of her mouth-watering breasts that were his current focus. Opening his mouth, he extended his tongue and gave each nipple a quick swipe, just to get their attention. When he felt his girl arch into him, he smiled smugly, taking his time and licking each diamond-tip in turn.

Bones maneuvered herself and swung her leg over his waist so she was straddling him as he lay prone below her, and his mouth never lost contact with her silky skin. He groaned in appreciation of her weight upon him and his cock grew impossibly hard as it pressed up against the curve of her ass. She leaned over; pressing her torso against his, she permitted his continued assault of her breasts and awarded him with irresistible coos and moans when she felt his fingers reach up and squeeze her nipples when his mouth wasn't doing the job. Using the headboard as her stability, she braced her hands above his head and stretched like a cat, arching her back in his direction, and sliding her hips lower, so they were lined up with his hips.

Almost reluctantly, she slowly pulled back, straightening her body and sitting up, atop her partner. It wasn't that she wanted to make him stop what he was doing, but she wanted more. She wanted to give him more. When he struggled to try to sit up with her, she tenderly held her palm to his chest, shaking her head slowly.

"Lay there, Booth…" her words were breathy, heady, dripping with desire. "Let me…" she lowered her own mouth to his, but only momentarily, as she quickly moved along his jawline and down to his neck. She smiled against his skin and nipped him playfully when he tried to make her sit up, so he could drink her in with his eyes once again. At his sudden chuckle when she bit him she pulled back and looked into his lustful eyes. "My turn, Booth… just relax and let me make you feel good."

Instantly he fisted her hair and pulled her mouth to his, immediately forcing her lips open with his tongue, plunging in deep as he imitated to her mouth what he wanted his dick to do to her pussy. She swiveled her hips against his as their mouths fucked and their moans synched up with each other. She was still gripping the headboard, fantasizing in the illusion of not having the ability to use her hands, although she had complete control over her flexibility. His hands roamed over her bare waist, back, sides, tits, and started their expedition over again. Before long, his strong fingers worked their way under the waistband of her shorts and shoved them down her hips, and he burrowed beneath the material, gripping the soft flesh of her ass, massaging her with his wide hands.

She pulled back and grinned as he whined at the loss of oral contact. But as she shimmied downward, allowing his fingertips to drag along her skin, she kissed and licked his shoulders, neck, and chest, before finally settling on his tight abdomen and suctioning her lips around his belly button. As she licked and sucked, her wiry fingers worked at the knot of the pull string of Booth's sweatpants. Sighing triumphantly when she released the string, she pulled the waistband down with Booth's help as he raised his hips from the mattress. Slowly, methodically, she peeled the clothing down his powerful legs. She stared in reverence as his erection sprung to life when the pants released their hold of him. Upon reaching his ankles, she looked up from her position and met his heated gaze as he watched her undress him.

Smiling seductively, she let the little pink tip of her tongue trace her lips, drawing his focus from her eyes to her mouth, which visibly affected his control. "Bones…" he begged her, "please baby, come up here," he indicated with his hands, he wanted to embrace her in his arms. But she denied him; something that she struggled to do, because she hated telling him no, but she wanted to do this… she wanted to take her time and show him the same attention he had paid her when he taught her what it was to 'make love.'

"Soon, Booth." She whispered as she took her time crawling her way back up towards his throbbing core. She let her soft, curvy body lightly drag against his firmness as she moved, the electricity practically crackled in the air. With a solid thump, Booth let his head drop back onto the pillow as he closed his eyes and just focused on feeling her ministrations.

Taking her time, she ran her hands over his body as she moved her body back from where she'd settled by his ankles. Her fingers danced up his outer thighs to his hips, across his stomach, further up to his pecs, back down over his six-pack before finally settling on his pelvic hairline. Her eyes danced hungrily across his body, taking in the sexy sheen of perspiration that covered his tan; his muscles twitched and reacted to her touches; his Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed hard and his lips parted, allowing him to intake a sharp breath.

"Booth," her voice was thick and her tone hushed, "tell me…tell me what you want." She saw his hands grip the sheets and he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Bones…" he clenched his jaw, trying to maintain control. "You; just you…"

She gave him a sexy, crooked smile, "that vague answer didn't work for me, Seeley Booth…it won't work for you either." She wrapped her thin fingers around his considerably thick hard-on and tightened her fist, prompting a guttural grunt from her partner as he thrust upward into her hand.

Booth tried to concentrate; tried to voice a complete thought, but he found it nearly impossible given the combination that her tight little fist was holding him snugly and the proximity of her mouth was so near to his crotch. He could feel her ragged breaths puffing across his sensitive flesh, warm and sweet, just like the rest of her… "Your mouth…"

"Hmm? What about my mouth, Booth?" She asked, knowing full well what he wanted, but wanting to hear him ask.

"Your mouth on my cock…That's… that's what I want…Then you…you riding me so I can watch you shatter into a million pieces above me…" Whew! He had managed to speak an entire phrase…

Then his thoughts were immediately driven from his mental celebration as he felt the wet heat of her mouth wrapping around his erection, mixed with the gentle sucking effects that her throat was providing to him. It took all his restraint not to push himself upwards into her face, and he psychologically berated himself for the involuntary movements his hands made as they reached down and tangled themselves into her hair, holding her head in place so he could invade her. He lost his fight with self-control and began to piston his member in and out of her opened mouth, relishing in the feeling of her tongue as it swiped up and down, and her molars scraped along his skin at the entrance of her throat.

He about lost his mind, and his load, when the vibrations of her hums travelled from the head of his dick all the way to the base, and she wrapped her slim little fingers around him and tugged in conjunction with her mouth. Slowly, she pulled back completely and looked up, her bright blue eyes met his ebony stare and they shared a predatory smile. She scooted back and rose to her knees, so she could peel off her sleep shorts; hooking her thumbs inside the elastic waistband, she pulled them down her porcelain thighs down to her kneeling knees, then sat back so she could pull them from her calves. The entire time she disrobed, she studied his face and followed the way his eyes surveyed her every move. She could see the pulse in his neck increase in speed and pressure as it caused his roughened, masculine skin to throb in reaction.

Bones moved once again, so she was risen up on her knees, allowing her partner to take his time looking over her now naked body. Most women would have shied away from Booth's intense stare, but not Bones – she never shied away from anything to do with Booth, least of all his hungry focus. The way he looked at her was as if he was looking through her rather than just looking at her. When his eyes finally raked their way up to her rosy-flushed face, they locked eyes, and he grinned at the flirtatious look gleaming from her bright blues.

"Bones," he breathed his nickname for her and his already rock hard cock stiffened even more. "You're so…OhMyGod…you're so fucking hot…" He stretched his strapping arm in her direction, beckoning her forward, a request which she refused to deny either of them.

With a greedy growl, he leaned up from his prostrate position and grabbed her bare waist, impatient to once again touch her, to run his rough-skinned finger pads over the soft, alluring velvetiness of her skin. Bones allowed her partner to run his hands over her body, as she suspended herself above him, resting her hands on either side of his head and using her straightened arms to hold herself up. She pressed her knees and inner thighs against his waist, settling her core against his stomach as his mouth assaulted her neck, collarbones, breasts, ribcage and back again. She ground herself against his tight torso, enjoying the sensation of his rippled muscles rubbing against her heated sex.

Booth groaned in appreciation as he felt her moisture increasing against his body. He spread both his hands around her waist and slid them lower around her hips, and at that moment, she pushed herself vertical, so she was sitting upright on him and he let his eyes wander across her nakedness once more, falling in love with her body all over again. He pushed on her hips, silently encouraging her to slide down further towards his raging hard-on.

The hunger in his eyes spoke volumes and her mouth once again went dry when she backed up far enough to feel the impressive size and pressure of his erect cock pressing against her ass. She lifted her hips so she could position herself over his sex and gasped when his grip on her hips tightened and he pulled her down onto himself in one swift motion. She sheathed him completely and snugly; like they were made for each other.

Bones placed her hands on Booth's chest, spreading her fingers so she could reach as much surface as possible and she arched her back gracefully as she began riding her lover. Slowly, she rotated her hips while she lifted herself from his hardened cock before she'd let herself fall back down onto him, swallowing his length.

Booth's ebony eyes danced across his girl's body while his fingers flexed and squeezed the fleshy curves of her hips and ass. He pushed his hips upwards, wanting to bury himself into her tight heat as deep as possible, reaching further than any other man had ever reached in her life. He let his fingertips trail lightly upwards, until his hands found the globes of her perky breasts, her nipples hardened, begging to be touched. He pinched them between his thumbs and forefingers, drawing forth kitten-like sounds from the enticingly gorgeous woman wrapped around his dick.

Her thighs started to burn with exertion, but it was a wonderful, welcome burning sensation and she thrived on the feelings that were rippling through her body as she moved up and down. Spreading her legs a little wider and bending over his horizontal form ever so slightly, she knew she would lose some of her mobility for movement, but it allowed her to alter the angle just barely, so he was engulfed all the way to his balls and she could grind her clit against his pelvis. She remained like this for several moments; grinding, rotating, thrusting…moaning…

Booth thought his head was going to explode, (both heads, actually), at the sounds that were coming from his girlfriend. He continued to tweak her tits but quickly moved his right hand down to the juncture where they were joined, where he snuck his forefinger between them, in search of her magic bundle of nerves. Finding his treasure immediately, he did a quick swiped across her clit before commencing a circular regiment, pulling even more irresistible, throaty whimpers from his partner.

"Don't - - don't stop Booth… Just like that…uuhh…mmmm…." she breathed her words while she continued to swirl her hips in one of the most exotic gyrates he'd ever felt. Her lips were parted seductively while she tried to gain enough oxygen to stave off passing out, and Booth just couldn't resist abandoning her rosy pink nipple in favor of dragging his finger across her plump lower lip. Immediately, when she felt his feather-light touch on her mouth, the sexy little tip of her silky tongue darted out and licked his fingertip before disappearing back behind her teeth. An instant later, her tongue re-emerged and wrapped itself around his finger and pulled his calloused pad into her mouth, and she wrapped her soft lips around it, sucking on it like she had just moments ago, on his dick.

Booth was mesmerized watching, feeling, and listening to this woman. He couldn't tear his gaze from tantalizing image, and he had no desire to ever pull his hands from her skin. He continued swirling her clit while meeting her rotations with his own. He could feel her inner walls beginning to flutter, the telltale sign that she was close to falling apart. He swirled his finger that was in her mouth back and forth across her soft tongue, matching its rhythm and pattern with that of his other finger, dancing on her clitoris. Unable to resist her any further, he pulled his finger from the warmth of her lips and reached around to the nape of her neck, intertwining his fingers into her honeyed strands, and pulled her mouth down to meet his in a heated wet kiss.

Her breasts crushed against his bare chest and their kiss deepened, causing them to moan into each other, all the while Booth worked her clit with lightning fast fingers, bringing her right up to the edge. He pulled back slightly, his lips still lingering against hers, and he looked at her with lust-filled eyes. Speaking against her lips, their breath mingled sweetly and he let his tongue dart out and lick her mouth.

"Let go, Bones. Cum for me…I wanna feel your juice all over my cock…" His voice was rough, and that was almost enough to push her to the limit. Bones loved his sex-filled bedroom voice; he could almost make her cum just by talking dirty with that gravelly tone. He tilted her head with a tug to her hair then bit her neck and sucked as she started to splinter around him.

"Boooooth… Oh God, Booth! Push hard!" Bones ground herself hard against his magic fingers at her nerve center, and that extra pressure she applied allowed his dick to push up into her as far as possible.

Booth lifted his ass off the bed to push up hard and the feeling of her walls shuttering along the length of his dick was blowing his mind. He wanted to hold out longer; he wanted to let Bones ride out her orgasm and then he aimed to bring her to another one; but he didn't hold out hope that he'd last that long. "Bones…babe…" Booth licked up the length of her long porcelain neck until he reached her ear. He withdrew his finger from her throbbing pussy and wrapped his hand around behind her hip so he could grab her heart-shaped ass. "Bones…How's your back feeling baby?" He let his tongue trace the rim on her ear, which caused shivers to riddle her body.

"B-b-back is fine, Booth." She grunted a chuckle, desperate for what she knew he was thinking, "just watch my ankle."

In an instant, Booth held tight to her ass and cradled her neck as he flipped them, never once pulling his cock from her tightened pussy. Bones let her legs fall open completely to accommodate his hips as she clawed at his shoulder and neck, holding him close.

He pulled his face back so he could look into her clear blue eyes as he began moving. He suspended himself by bracing his right forearm beside her head, and his left arm, which was hurting by now, given their exertions, was brought down to grab the voluptuous tit. He started moving his narrow hips, pistoning in and out of her, bottoming out with each plunge.

"Fuck, Bones…You're so tight." The reality that he was pounding into her, with her flat on her back, was not lost on him. They hadn't been able to do this since her injuries, and mentally, he berated himself that he wasn't being gentler with her for this first. But he couldn't hold back, her passion was infectious and his libido had sky rocketed when he watched her fall apart at his fingers. "Shit, baby…I'm not gunna…not gunna last…"

"Fuck me hard, Booth. ." Her words were breathy and came out in rhythmic puffs as he pounded into her. She knew he loved it when she swore in bed…He told her that he loved the idea that he could make his very loquacious partner turn into a sailor with her dirty language. "Cum inside me, Booth. Cum for me." It was her turn to bite his neck, and she smiled against his skin when she heard his guttural rumble of appreciation vibrating from his chest and into hers.

"Bo-o-o-ones!" Booth bit her earlobe gently then soothed it with a suckle. She wrapped her legs around his waist, changing the angle of his penetration, and that was his final undoing. As her pussy milked his cock he grunted in time with his thrusts and before he knew it, she was splintering once again, having been triggered by his warm seed spilling into her.

"Booth! Yessss" her words trailed off as she writhed against him, digging her nails into his shoulders to hold him close. Momentarily, she forgot about his injury and pulled him down against her. She wanted to feel Booth's weight against her body as she lay there in the bed.

Gasping for breath, he slowly allowed her to pull him towards her. When his body jerked in reaction to his shoulder movement, she suddenly remembered.

"Oh my god, Booth! Your arm! Your shoulder! Are you alright?" She tried to wiggle out from beneath him, but Booth had other ideas.

"Baby, I'm fine. Shh…" He gently rolled to his right and brought his left hand up to her jawline, where he traced her skin softly. "I'm more than fine, Bones." His eyes held her in reverence, "that was…wow…that was amazing, babe." He kissed her lightly, letting his lips linger for just a moment. "Are you alright, Bones? Is your back ok?"

From beneath hooded eyes, she nodded with a satisfied smile. "Fine, Booth. I'm fine…Great…Hmmm…" She closed her eyes and brushed her nose against his in an Eskimo kiss, as she remembered her mother calling them.

He smiled at the contented rosy flush that colored her cheeks, and he rolled further, pulling her along with him, so she would settle at the crook of his neck, right where she belonged. Booth placed a kiss on top of her head and squeezed her as she molded her body against his, like they were made to fit together. "Hmmm, Bones… I love you. I love you so much, babe."

He could feel her smile against him, and gleamed at the idea that he made her happy. For so long he'd wanted to be the man who would make her smile that honest, unprotected smile, and finally, he could say he was that guy…

"Mmm, love you too, Booth." Her sleepy voice made him smile even harder, knowing that he did that, too, to her.

"Good night, Bones. Sleep well."

She nodded against him contentedly, and then arched her neck so she could kiss him below his ear. "Night Booth."

Booth felt his girl sink immediately into sleep. Booth let his fingers trail little circles and designs on the back of her shoulder where his hand rested and he remained awake a little while longer, thinking about their day, their relationship and their future. He sighed with the satisfaction that they had made considerable progress on the case that afternoon and evening. Then he sighed in happiness that they had made considerable progress in between the sheets once again… Each time it just got better and better, and he knew that it would continue to do so as they embarked on this journey that would turn into their future. With a final kiss against her relaxed forehead, another unheard confession of his undying love, and a nuzzle into her loose curls, Booth closed his eyes and let sleep claim him once again.

Postscript A/N

So there you have it! Hope you liked it…It was sure fun to write!

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