A/N: time for a weekend get away...

"Wow...that was...amazing, Bones." Booth couldn't help but grin as he lay naked in the middle of the disheveled king sized bed, trying to slow his heart rate as he stared at the ceiling. "I mean…" Sighing slowly, he turned to his wife. "...wow. Just...wow..."

Basking in the winter sunlight that was pouring through the bedroom windows of their vacation villa, she laughed as she stretched out next to him, amused at how easy it was to please her amorous husband. "Well…," she purred as she lightly ran her fingertips over his well defined abdominal muscles. "...I enjoyed it, too. I find I'm quite relaxed…and very satisfied."

"Yeah, well, I imagine so. Me, too." He rolled over to face her, admiring her lush curves as he caressed her gently. "You know, I've been meaning to ask you something…"

"Hmm?" Closing her eyes, she nestled against his body. "What is it?"

"How did you learn to do...that...you know…" He paused, trying to figure out how to describe what had just happened. "...that thing you do...with your...um…" He gestured vaguely at her, not sure how to phrase his question. "...you know…with your hips and all..."

"Oh...that." She giggled as he stroked her hair. "It's quite simple, really. As you know I'm well versed in both anatomy and kinesiology, and so I know how to use different parts of my body effectively when I have sex. What you're referring to is just a matter of controlling my pelvic floor muscles...flexing and contracting them in a certain sequence, that's all."

"That's all? Oh, no...it was so much more than that...a helluva lot more." He grinned at her, his heart practically bursting with affection for his wife. "It's a matter of timing, too. I mean, when you move like that when we're making love...and then you whisper that you love me at just the right time...well, it does something to me that I can't describe…it's just awesome…" Closing his eyes, he let out a low whistle. "...incredible…absolutely...breathtaking...like fireworks...amazing..."

She smiled as he kissed the top of her head. "You've also managed to acquit yourself very well in the lovemaking department, Booth. I find your sexual techniques to be quite adequate."

"Adequate?" Shocked, his eyes flew open as he turned to his wife. "What the hell does that mean? You're telling me that even though we've made love constantly this weekend...almost since the moment we arrived in Virginia, except for an hour or two when we ordered in room service so we could have a meal...and after all that, I'm just adequate? Oh, no. I mean, if nothing else, I should at least be admirable...astonishing...astounding..."

"Oh...I'm sorry, Booth.," she said sincerely. She stroked his strong shoulders, hoping to appease him. "I didn't mean to denigrate your skills as a lover. When I said you were adequate, I meant that as a compliment. After all, you always know what I want...you're considerate of my needs...your stamina is admirable...your technique is spectacular, and, of course, your physicality is exceptional. We are quite compatible, sexually speaking." She laughed softly as she put her arm around his waist. "Perhaps all of the sex we've enjoyed over the last few days has addled my brain, but yes...I think you are quite adequate…"

"Again...I think the word you're looking for is something like 'exceptional' or 'superb'... maybe even awe inspiring... He offered a sly grin as his caresses became more intentional. "Anyway, apology accepted...under one condition…" Laughing, he pulled her on top of him. "...you have to show me how you use those muscles again…"

"I suppose a demonstration could be arranged…" She grinned as he quirked an eyebrow at her. "If you're not too tired…"

It's not like I'm ancient, Bones. I can still keep up with you…" Kissing her passionately, Booth was ready to prove to his wife just how far beyond adequate he was when her phone rang, startling them both. "Seriously?" He groaned as he looked towards the nightstand. "Turn that damn thing off…"

Brennan was concerned as she wiggled from her husband's grasp. "I thought it was off already...I thought it was only programmed to ring if Mrs. Applegate called. I hope the children are okay."

Anxiously grabbing her phone, she sat on the edge of the bed. "Brennan…"

"Hey, Dr. B...this is Hodgins…"

"Hodgins?! Why are you calling me? Is everything alright? Is Angela okay?"

"Hey, relax, okay? Yeah...everything's fine…"

Unhappy that he'd interrupted her intimate encounter with Booth, Brennan scolded her colleague angrily. "Then why are you calling? I'm not in the DC area...I'm enjoying a weekend away from home with my husband…"

"Oh…my apologies. I assumed your absence from work today was because you were in court. It never occurred to me that you'd taken a personal day." Hearing her groan, he chuckled softly as he continued. "Besides, it's three o'clock in the afternoon. Shouldn't you be heading home by now?"

"Dr. Hodgins, I would appreciate it if you would mind your own business. My vacation schedule is none of your concern." Brennan had to suppress a giggle as Booth moved to sit behind her. Soon his talented fingers were exploring every inch of her soft skin. Inhaling sharply, Brennan hoped she still sounded professional as she talked to the entomologist. "So...what was so important that you had to disturb me on my personal day?"

"Oh, yeah...that. Well, you remember that soil you had the techs collect from that crime scene last week? The case where the guy got conked on the head? It was a really interesting mixture of stuff...African violet potting mix...vermiculite...alabaster gravel...various mineral additives...I mean, the guy must've really doted on his plants…"

"Tell him you're hanging up, Bones…," Booth whispered, as he grabbed for her phone. "We've got things to do…time's a-wasting..."

"I'm busy, Hodgins. Get to the point…" Brennan gently pushed Booth's hand away from her breast as she tried to continue her conversation. "Why are you concerned about the soil? What does that have to do with the murder?"

"Because of what else I found...there were carbon fibers in the mix..."

"I don't understand." Brennan's brow furrowed in confusion. "Why is that important? Couldn't they be from a window screen? Perhaps the man placed the screen in the pot to promote drainage…"

"Bones!," Booth whined softly. "C'mon...get off the phone! I want to prove how exceptional I can be…and I need some more of your attention..."

"Nope." Hodgins nodded to himself in satisfaction as he read through his report again. "These are a very specific type of fiber. They're used to wrap aluminum arrows to strengthen them…to keep them from shattering on impact..."

"Arrows?" Brennan giggled as Booth tried once again to wrestle her phone away from her. Pretending to glare at him, she put her finger to her lips as she continued. "So you think the pot was knocked off the shelf by an arrow and so that's why it struck the victim? I suppose that could happen, but where's the arrow's point? Even if the shaft shattered, the point should still be around somewhere…and anyway, it's hard to believe that an aluminum shaft would fragment so completely that no large pieces would be found at the scene."

"Not sure exactly what happened, really. I'm still working on it. Hey, maybe somebody was trying to play Cupid to get ready for Valentine's Day. He aimed for the victim with one of his darts and missed, hitting that big pot instead, and then entered that courtyard later to pick up the pieces of the arrow from the crime scene before you got there.," Hodgins answered jovially. "We'll need the techs to go back to the scene to look for more evidence. In the meantime, I'll get Angela to work up a model for the angle of trajectory so maybe we can see where the arrow came from...that should narrow down the suspect pool."

"While I find your Cupid scenario to be ridiculous, asking the techs to go back to the crime scene is an excellent idea." Finally giving in to Booth's insistent foreplay, Brennan chuckled softly. "Okay...I have to go…Booth needs me...bye..." She ended the call and smiled at her husband. "Where were we?"

"Gimme that thing…" Booth took her phone and tucked it away in the bottom drawer of the nightstand. "We're adopting a new rule, okay?" He grinned as he pulled Brennan close. "No phones on romantic weekend getaways."

"But what if the children need something?"

"Then whoever they're staying with can call the front desk and ask for us." He bent down to nuzzle her neck. "Alright...prepare to be awestruck with my exceptional love making…"

She glanced at the clock. "It's three o'clock in the afternoon, Booth...shouldn't we be getting ready to head for home?"

"Nah...we've got plenty of time…" He brushed her hair away from her face. "Who knows when we'll get another chance like this? I want to make every second count."

She gave him a sultry smile. "Then what are you waiting for, Booth? It's time to prove to me that what you've been saying about your lovemaking ability is true. I'm now properly prepared to be amazed..."

"Okay…" He waggled an eyebrow at her as he took her into his arms. "Mr. Awesome is at your service, ready to give you an early Valentine's Day gift..."

Laughing, Brennan kissed him passionately. "I love you, Booth…

"I love you, too, Bones…" He sighed audibly as he gazed into her eyes. "...and I always will…" He grinned as he bent down to kiss her. "You're almost as awesome as I am…"

"Almost?" She squealed with laughter as she straddled him. "We'll just see about that…"

"Knock yourself out, Bones." Wearing a satisfied smirk, Booth chuckled as his wife attempted to prove her point. "Happy Valentine's Day to me…"

The words I used in this chapter (in some form) are absence, acquit, admire, adopt, affection, apologize, and appreciate.

Thanks for reading. More soon. Laura.