An: Yes to staying up past midnight on a school night (day now) to write this long ass chapter! Yayyyyy god I'm tired :D. But I didn't really know what I wanted to do this chapter, and I got A LOT of suggestions from A LOT of people telling me to have them make love in limbo. Hehe as if you people knew I couldn't resist. And with this chapter I really took my time...as you can tell by the word count...and I truly love it. It makes me smile :D

AND YOU GUYS WILL SEE THAT IN THIS CHAPTAAA Brennan buys her wedding dress. If my description doesn't help enough (I suck at describing clothes, especially dresses) here is the link, you just need to remember to take the spaces out :D

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I love you guys, and I'm so appreciative that you guys have kept up with this story through my blocks and ultimate flows...god that sounds wrong. But I couldn't ask for better readers than you guys (yes even the lurkers I love) So I hope you enjoy, and don't forget to review and tell me what you think :D


"You know," Booth said, a fox like smile on his lips "I think you forgot something back during…the interrogation," he whispered huskily, twirling her panties around his finger.

Brennan's eyes went wide and she stood up quickly, crossing over to him and stealing the garment from his hands, crossing her arms and hiding it as she looked up at him, trying hard to look angered, but failing miserably. "Don't swing things like that around here Booth," she scolded; her smile wide despite her words.

"Oh please," he whispered, rolling his eyes "No one is here, no one is ever here past 5 o'clock."

"Yes that's because that's when their work day ends…usually," Brennan explained, her voice rational and not receiving the point.

Booth rolled his eyes and kissed her gently on the lips "Hello Bones, how was your day today?"

She bit her lip gently and smiled, her shoulders relaxing slightly "Very productive actually," she went off, her excitement bringing a wide smile to his face. "I was able to fully catalogue and identify a limbo skeleton, and I just finished the paperwork, but I have another 2 that need done by next week."

"Wow, you're boss doesn't want you to live does he?"

"Technically I don't have a boss, and my goals are personally set, I'm only required to identify and catalogue 1 to 3 skeletons a month," Brennan explained, tilting her head slightly.

Booth's eyes widened and he shook his head "Wow, you really don't want yourself to live do you?"

"There is nothing wrong with being an overachiever," she argued; a determined smile on her lips.

"That's what you were in school weren't you?" Booth asked, crossing his arms and leaning back, his eyes running over her "You were the overachiever, the one who always got straight A's and seemed to know what the teacher taught before they started teaching it?"

"Of course," she dismissed easily, grabbing a file of hers, and walking from her office.

Booth followed after her and strode by her side, turning with her down the hall and walking through the door that led to the classrooms of the Jeffersonian, a soft chuckle leaving his throat.

"What?" she asked quietly, glancing at him from corner of her eye.

"I want to know how many kids are hot for you when you're teaching about, the human anatomy," he said, stepping into the room she usually taught her first year anthropology students.

Brennan laughed and leaned over, opening a cabinet and grabbing another file before passing him and leaving the class room "It's not like I lecture them on sex, penises and vaginas Booth," she said, smiling as he choked softly "I teach about bones, the really hard ones."

"You are so not helping yourself with that one," Booth chuckled, shaking his head and whining when she slapped him with her files.

"You're a pervert."

"I am not!"

"Yes, you are," she assured, turning down another hall and walking up the steps quickly.

"Well next time don't say things that you don't mean to be sexual, but are sexual, when I'm asking about a sexual matter," Booth explained, smiling at the glare she shot him over her shoulder.

"I like Booth the prude better than Booth the pervert," she explained, slipping the files into a slot before turning and heading downstairs again.

"I'm not a pervert!"

*****

They smiled at each other in the dark, their fingers intertwined as their calming breaths filled the air.

"What?" she whispered softly, laughing gently, and running her thumb over the back of his hand.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, kissing her knuckles gently before leaning forward to kiss her forehead tenderly. "And I find it hard not to look at you."

She blushed, but the darkness that enveloped them, kept him from seeing "Why do you insist on making me feel this amazing?"

"Why do you insist on objecting it?"

"Because good things go wrong," she whispered softly, but seriously "It's a natural way of life, you have a good thing for so long before it goes sour."

"There are acceptations to every rule Bones," Booth assured, kissing her knuckles again.

"How are you so sure?"

"Brain and heart Bones, because we're brain and heart."

"I don't know what that means."

"You think too much," he whispered, leaning forward to kiss her forehead again. "You insist on being rational, but Bones, there are always unaccounted factors that change the way of life. 'It is always wise to look ahead, but difficult to look further than you can see'."

"Winston Churchill," she whispered, smiling and leaning forward to meet his lips with her own.

"Good job Bones, now get some sleep."

She nodded and rolled to her side, smiling as he spooned her and wrapped his arms tight around her, kissing her neck lovingly as he once again interlaced their fingers.

"Good night Temperance," he whispered, kissing her ear "I love you."

She smiled and kissed his temple lightly, snuggling against him and brushing her thumbs continuously against his skin. "Good night Booth," she returned smiling and kissing his hands as she whispered "I love you too," and then soon after, fell asleep.

*****

"Brennan!" Angela screamed, running into her office, panting, her purse on her arm.

"What is it Angela?" Brennan asked, slightly unnerved at her friend's hurried demeanor.

"We've gotta go! Now!" Angela screamed, shutting Brennan's laptop, and grabbing her best friend's arm.

"What? No," she retaliated, trying to keep her lab coat on, but Angela succeeded in tearing it away from her.

"Yes, work can wait. Cam's on board. We've gotta go!"

"Go where?" Brennan asked, gasping gently as Angela grabbed her hand and pulling her from the Jeffersonian, bringing her to Angela's car and sitting her in the passenger's seat.

"Ange!"

"Wedding dress sale on 4th street," Angela growled, pushing her car into drive and flooring on the gas. "One day, half off."

"Wait, Angela," she said "I wanted Booth there when I chose my wedding dress."

"Sorry Sweetie, no time, and its all the more fun to leave him hanging, gives him another thing to look forward too during the ceremony," Angela explained, slowing at a red light "Besides, it's always fun to see his jaw drop when you start walking down the aisle."

"So I'm guessing you never showed Hodgins your wedding dress when you two almost got married?" Brennan inquired with a smile.

"I didn't tell him anything," Angela said with a smile "He just got a man in a black suit, a black car, and an address to the church."

*****

"Mm, Sweetie, this is beautiful," Angela said, looking at her friend in the floor length white dress, the top strapless and fitting to her figure perfectly, fabric wrapped just below the corset top and tying in the back, falling to span out behind her.

"I concur," Brennan whispered, her hands resting on her stomach and running over the ridges in the corset material "I find I like this one the best."

"Good because this is perfect," Angela said, stepping up behind her friend and taking two strips of her hair and pulling it behind her head "I can pull your hair back like this, and I can use the silver and diamond floral clip I got you from China to hold it back. Curl the rest of your hair and you'll look amazing."

"Do you think Booth will like it?" She whispered, biting her lip gently.

"He'll love it," Ange whispered, resting her hands on her best friend's shoulders and squeezing gently, turning her around and hugging her "I'm so happy for you sweetie."

Brennan smiled and a small tear slid from her eye, but she caught it before Angela noticed "Thanks Ange," she murmured "For everything."

Angela smiled and pulled back "Oh Sweetie this is only a small token of my appreciation for you two finally getting together."

Brennan laughed and checked her watch "So, how about we buy this and head back to the lab."

"Oh no, we have one more dress to buy."

*****

"Bones!" Booth called, leaning on the platform, obviously bored before his fiancée showed up "Where have you been?"

"I'm sorry Booth," Brennan apologized "Angela drug me out against my will."

"I apologize Booth," Angela said, resting her hand on Brennan's shoulder "I had to drag her out for a wedding dress sale, and though she wanted you there, I'm leading her down the path of mystery."

He laughed and wrapped his arms around Brennan, kissing her cheek lovingly "It's alright," he said, hugging her tighter "Besides, I kinda like surprises."

"Oh, you'll love the dress; it's so gorgeous on her."

"Anything looks gorgeous on my Bones," Booth prided.

"Aww," Angela murmured while Brennan turned to him and rose an eye brow "YOUR Bones?"

"Yes," Booth nodded, speaking practically "No one else can call you Bones, so therefore you are my Bones."

"Just go with it Sweetie," Angela said, touching her friend's elbow "Go to lunch with your stud, and I'll see you tomorrow night."

"What's tomorrow night?" Booth asked.

"The Jeffersonian Banquet that you are being forced to go to," Brennan answered, smiling and bringing his arms around to her stomach for a moment.

"Ah yes, and I'm assuming Ange made you get a new dress for that shindig as well?"

"I'm not exactly sure if I know the meaning of 'shindig' but yes, she made me get two dresses today," she nodded, walking forward and moving to his side, leaning into his shoulder when he wrapped his arm around her.

"Am I allowed to see THAT dress?" Booth ventured.

"No, but I'm sure you'll be pleasantly surprised," Brennan answered, smiling and looking up at him.

He smiled and shook his head, kissing her forehead and opening the door of the SUV for her and helping her inside.

When he got in the car he smiled when she leaned over and pressed her lips to his passionately, her hands resting on his cheeks and keeping them together. "Hey honey," she whispered against his lips, smiling and laughing as he rested his hand in her hair and kissed her again, growling against her lips.

"You don't want to eat right away do you?"

"Absolutely not."

*****

Booth smiled and entered Brennan's closet, looking around and jumping when she came up behind him, completely naked, and taped his shoulder.

"It's not in there Booth," she said, leaning forward, grabbing another dress shirt, and walking back into her bedroom, grabbing her ruined shirt and giving it to Booth. "Since you so nicely tore this shirt apart, would you like to keep it?"

"Why would I keep it?" Booth asked, raising an eye brow.

"You can use it to clean your guns."

"Ah," Booth nodded, taking the material between his hands and smiling "Thanks babe."

Brennan sighed and rolled her eyes "You did it on purpose didn't you?" she muttered, pulling her panties over her legs and strapping her bra behind her back.

"Of course not, I couldn't be so malicious," Booth said, resting his hand on his chest and acting offended, smiling as she slapped him with his boxers.

They slowly got dressed, and redid themselves for work, before leaving her apartment and going to the diner. They grabbed something to eat on the go, and returned to Brennan's office, eating together before saying good bye and kissing each other multiple times before Booth reluctantly left his love's presence and drove back to the Hoover, while Brennan descended into limbo.

*****

It was almost 10 at night when Booth finally rolled into the Jeffersonian, looking in Brennan's office and raising an eye brow when he didn't see her. He moved towards the large double doors that led downstairs and he opened them easily, walking down the steps and leaning against the rail "Bones?" he called out.

"Back here!" she called out; a skeleton laid out before her on one of the autopsy tables near the back of limbo.

Booth moved forward and smiled "Marco!"

A shiver ran down her back as she recounted the memories of her brother yelling 'Marco' outside her class room window, and she smiled wide, turning around and whispering "Polo," when he walked up to her and kissed her forehead gently.

His hands ran up and down her back as he looked at the skeleton in front of them "How far have you gotten with this one?" he asked, trying to peer at her chart, but it was turned away.

"I've catalogued all bones and determined sex, age, height, and ancestry, I'm working on bone trauma now," she said, smiling teasingly and reaching out, grabbing his tie between her fingers and sliding them down the soft silk teasingly "How about I…test you, and see how much you know," she whispered, her voice husky and dangerous in Booth's ears.

Booth shivered, and bit his lip, coughing and straightening his back, adjusting his belt and nodding towards the skeleton "You…you want me to…uh, find the injuries…on the bones."

"That's right Booth," she whispered, running her fingers lightly over his shoulder "Don't be nervous, you'll do fine," she murmured, finishing with a brush of her fingers against the nape of his neck.

Booth's eyes crossed slightly and he pulled the hem of his pants away from his hips again, nodding towards the neck, but standing rigid "I can see cut marks on the…neck…bones."

"Correct, between the 3rd and 4th cervical vertebra," Brennan nodded, taking the two bones between her fingers and showing them to Booth "Observations?"

"It's smooth," he stated, smiling and nodding to the chipped edge of bone "Just, clean slice," he muttered, moving his hand down through the air like an axe.

"So you concur that the weapon that made this was some sort of sword or axe?"

"Yeah," Booth nodded, his eyes brightening as she laughed gently and placed the bones back in alignment.

"Do you have any scenario's concerning the information I've gathered?" she asked, handing the clipboard over to him, her finger running seductively across his shoulders like she knew he enjoyed.

He shivered and bit his lip "Nu-no," he muttered, shivering as her fingers dipped below his collar to play with the hairs at the back of his neck.

"This skeleton," she whispered, her body pressing against him, her breasts threatening to spill from her shirt "Dated back to the time that Genghis Khan, a fearful Mongol Ruler, started his empire. He was ruthless, and killed full cities of people, including women," she finished, nodding towards the skeleton. "With her mongoloid bone structure, brittle bones, and bone trauma, I find it safe to conclude that this woman was a victim of Genghis Khan's army during the expansion of his empire."

"Great," Booth nodded, forcing his eyes to meet hers and not stare down her shirt "So…are we…uh…done?"

"Not quite," Brennan whispered, pressing Booth back against the edge of the limbo shelves, her hands resting on his cheeks as she leaned up and pressed her lips to his, running her hands down his chest to rest on his thighs. "You're an amazing student Booth, but I think there might be…a few more things I need to teach you."

Booth smiled, his head spinning as he held her head and kissed her deeper, his fingers running into her hair and pulling her hair band out of her hair, smiling wider as the brown locks fell around his hands "Well, Bones, believe it or not," he muttered, spinning her so she was against the metal cabinet, his hands resting on her ribs and massaging his thumbs up and down the middle of her stomach, along the edge of her ribs, her breathing becoming labored and her eyes closing instantly "I've paid attention all this time."

She shivered, his hands massaging against a spot near the middle of her stomach that made her nerves spark, her hands coming to clutch his wrists tightly. "Well…" she whispered, biting her lip and moaning softly "Why don't you…show me, what all you've learned."

"I plan too," Booth whispered, his lips grazing ever so gently against the spot behind her ear, before sucking on it gentle and placing a kiss on the sensitive skin, smiling as her chest heaved and her nails dug into the fabric covering his wrist.

"Booth," she whispered softly, her back being pressed fully against the cold metal as his lips brushed against the lobe of her ear, and his teeth moved against her jaw line.

Booth pulled her towards him, and slid her lab coat over her shoulders, taking the blue fabric, and placing it on the end of the autopsy table, before returning to her and kissing up to her chin, while his hands returned to her ribs and kept massaging the spot in the middle of her stomach.

Her chin rose to the ceiling and he nibbled and kissed down her throat, smiling as he latched onto the skin against the bump of her clavicle near her throat and she released a throaty moan that made her whole body shake.

He chuckled against her skin, and his hands ran up her body, his hands traveling over her breasts lightly until he reached the first button of her shirt, and parted it from its hold.

She smiled and laughed gently, her hands running from his wrists to his elbows and back again as his lips moved to the other side of her neck, and he slid his fingers down the front of her shirt, parting all the buttons slowly, so that the fabric hung limp and a small strip of skin was revealed to him.

He kissed her ear lobe, and grinned at her shiver, before he pulled back and placed his lips on hers, his fingers barely touching her skin as he ran them down her stomach, her body jerking forward, as she shivered violently and gasped into his mouth, her hands gripping his elbows hard. "What are you doing to me?"

"Taking you apart Bones," he whispered, kissing her lips softly "Taking you apart thread by thread."

She didn't understand how her panties were soaked, and sticking to her skin while she was still fully clothed and the only thing that was completely removed from her body was her lab coat.

But he quickly changed that, when he pulled her dress shirt from her arms, folding the soft material and resting it over her lab coat smiling and leaning down to kiss the sensitive spots of her stomach once, before straightening to kiss her lips, and hold her shivering body.

He knew she wasn't cold, and that she was shivering because she was so overrun with pleasure, his face coming to rest gently against her neck as his fingers ran down her spine, her body arching into his as quakes of desire and lust followed in his wake.

Her arms moved to circle around his neck, and she brought her hands against his neck, pushing him back so that her mouth could assault his, her need for some sort of pent up release overwhelming as she pressed her lips to his with such force it made Booth stumble backwards slightly, before pressing his hands against the metal on either side of her head, and using his body to press her back against the cabinet, his erection pressing against her lower stomach.

She whimpered softly and her arms tightened around him, fighting his tongue with hers.

He smiled and slid his fingers along the hem of her jeans, pulling them away from her body, and undoing the button, kissing down her chest and stomach until he sat on his knees and pulled the tight, dark denim away from her perfect ivory legs.

He pressed kisses to her upper thigh, his eyes closing as he breathed in the scent of her sex, strong and intoxicating.

She leaned on his shoulders and lifted her legs up, allowing him to remove her shoes and jeans and leaving her standing there in front of him in nothing but a bra and panties.

He smiled and stood for a second, folding her jeans and setting them on top of her shirt, resting her shoes near the wheels of the autopsy table, before sinking to his knees again, and trailing his lips down her skin, his fingers running down the back of her legs, and dipping to the curve of her knee, bringing the joint to buckle, and her arms to shoot to his shoulders for support.

He gently placed a kiss to her knee, and they relaxed easily, his hands resting on her sides and holding her up for a second, before trailing his hands to her hips, holding her and kissing down her leg, before moving to the other and kissing up the mile stretch of perfection, his hands parting her legs slightly and pressing his lips to her warmed inner thighs.

She gasped, and moaned loudly, her hands grasping the edge of the cabinet and shaking, screaming out and covering her mouth with her hand as he kissed her moistened clit through the soaked lace material.

"Booth," she moaned, pressing further into the metal to try and keep her skin cool "We're going to get caught."

"Oh, look who the worried one is now," he whispered, spreading her legs further and placing another gentle kiss right over her heated sex, another strong moan leaving his partner's lips.

"I am worried," she muttered "Since you aren't even inside me and you already have me screaming."

"That's the point Bones," Booth whispered, pressing his tongue against her underwear and pressing it into her sex, slightly tasting her on his tongue as he ran it to her clit and sucked the small bead of pleasure into his mouth, his hands holding her hips tightly as she shook and cried out again.

"Just relax sweetheart," he whispered, rubbing the dip in her hips, her body relaxing into his hands "I'll make sure everything is okay."

"Booth," she moaned softly, her hands resting in his hair as his fingers moved the material away and he slid his tongue over her warm, soft, glistening inner skin, her taste overwhelming as she bucked into his mouth and her hands tightened in his hair.

"I-I can't take this Booth," she whispered, panting and moaning with every single miniscule movement of his tongue.

"That's okay Bones," he whispered against her sex, his arms wrapping around her thighs and running his hands over her bottom to rest on her lower back. "I didn't plan for you to break just once."

With that he plunged his tongue deep inside her, holding her tight to him as she arched and slammed against his mouth, lapping at her from the inside, before pulling out and scraping his teeth against her clit, her whole body jerking as she screamed and broke against his mouth, her legs shaking, thankful that Booth was there to keep her from falling to the floor.

But when Booth stood, he immediately lifted her into the air, wrapping his arms around her waist gently and sliding his hands up her back as she leaned forward and rested her chin on his shoulder, panting and holding onto him for dear life, her skin cool, but sweaty against his.

"Booth," she whispered against his neck, kissing the muscles there gently, not noticing that he had unhooked her bra and slid it away from her body. He rested the article over her other clothes, and slid his hands up her stomach before brushing his fingers over her coital strained nipples.

She gasped in a pained pleasure, her insides already stirring as his hands cupped her breasts and palmed them gently.

He kissed along her neck, gentle and slow, bringing her back from the abyss and readying her for the next trek, her chest pressing hard against his as she panted, and ground her hips against his erection, pressing hard into her core as his hands rubbed over her breasts.

She was already ready, and soaked; her breasts the most sensitive part of her body, and the quickest to bring her close to a climax, but Booth knew that, and that's why he saved his treatment for her breasts for last.

Her fingers dove between them, tearing his belt buckle away and pushing his suit pants down enough so that when she pressed his boxers down his erection spilled into her hands, and she moaned softly, stroking him in time with the movement of his hands against her breasts.

He moaned into her neck and arched into her hands, shaking his head gently and squeezing her breasts harder "Bones," he growled, leaning down to kiss the incline of the masses in his hand "I can't handle this much longer."

"Oh Booth," she whispered, removing her hands from him and bringing them to settle just above his hips "I can't either, please."

He pulled in a deep breath against her skin, his hands shakily coming to rest against the sides of her neck, pulling back enough to kiss her deeply, before aligning himself with her and pushing himself into her, sliding into her so easily that it drove them both crazy.

Her moan was loud and bounced against the walls, and she was sure she had alerted security by now, but by the way Booth's hands rested gently on her neck while his hips slammed hard into hers, she had no worries. She couldn't last much longer, and she knew he couldn't either, his cock already twitching inside her, threatening to explode.

He was fast and hard, and Brennan's eyes remained closed, absolutely sure she wouldn't be able to see straight, her lips moving with his until she gasped, and his lips moved from hers to press against the taut nub stretching towards him from her breast, a scream again leaving her lips, as she instantly broke and flooded around him.

He smiled and pumped into her two more times before exploding inside her, his lips moving from her breast to her lips again, soft kisses peppering her bruised lips as he held her tightly to him and gently placed her feet on the ground.

He rested his forehead against hers, holding her as she still shook in his arms, her legs wobbling and refusing to strengthen.

"You have to get dressed," Booth whispered, pulling his boxers and pants up, before reaching behind him and grabbing her bra and panties, helping her into them, before he helped her into the rest of her clothes and slid her lab coat over her shoulders, her arms raising weakly to pull her hair back in a pony tail.

He kissed her softly before he heard footsteps shooting down the stairs and whispered "Act natural," before he moved her to stand next to the autopsy table.

"Dr. Brennan?" one of the guards asked, gun trained, but lowered to the floor "Is everything alright? I heard screaming?"

Brennan turned, opening her eyes fully and trying hard not to act like she hadn't had two of the hardest orgasms of her life minutes ago "There wasn't any screaming," Brennan insisted "Just Booth being a jerk," she said, taking off the latex gloves that she just slipped on and slapping his chest with them.

Booth smiled and shook his head "God forbid, I didn't know that if I poked your side you would scream bloody murder."

"Yes," she whispered, throwing her gloves away "You did know that."

The guard smiled and shook his head, putting his gun away and nodding to Booth "Well I'm sorry," he whispered "I didn't mean to interrupt, I just, thought something was going on down here."

"Nope, nothing at all," Booth ensured, smiling and saluting the security officer as he walked away and disappeared back into the lab, Booth's arms automatically wrapping around Brennan as she leaned back and panted, reaching up and rubbing her eyes.

She laughed softly against his chest and shook her head "Oh Booth," she muttered, "I'm ready to go home."

"Come on Bones," Booth whispered, wrapping his arms around her and guiding her from limbo "Let's go."

*****

It almost made his heart break when he looked over to her and she was fast asleep in the car, his hand reaching over to brush against her cheek.

He got out of the car, and walked to her side, unbuckling her seat belt and bringing her into his arms, her voice groggy as she mumbled something before wrapping her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck.

But he simply laughed, and kissed the shell of her ear, carrying her inside her apartment, and kicking his shoes off at the door. He walked back down the dark hallway, and pulled the blankets back, resting her sleeping form on her side of the bed, and stripping her down to nothing, before pulling the blankets over her shoulders and running his fingers through her hair.

He leaned down and kissed her temple, his thumb brushing against the skin of her cheek lovingly as he watched her sleep.

"Good night my love," Booth whispered, kissing her softly on the lips, before stripping down and crawling into bed beside her, wrapping his arms gently around her, and setting his hand on her ribs, rubbing across the spot that he always knew drove her crazy.


Me: *slaps Booth as he tries to touch the link* NO LINKY LINKY FOR BOOTH!

Booth: *frowny face* Awww, why not?

Me: Because I write the story and you are just my mere mortals under my control *laughs evilly and taps the pads of my fingers together*

Booth: You realize that I usually have a free, and opened mind during these last tidbits, because you can't help but incorporate yourself into me.

Me: *glares* Damn you...

Booth: Awww *frowny face*

Me: Ok I'm sorry *huggles him, but looks off to nothingness and laughs manically*

*cough hack cough cough hack*

Booth: You good?

Me: *clears throat* Eh yup.