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More fluff, because we all need it.

Dress

Once a year, Brennan and Booth cleared out their house. Picking clothes or items still in good condition and donating them to charity. That time of year had come again. Brennan was in her bedroom, busy clearing out her wardrobe. They had wanted their children to cultivate generosity and this year, Booth thought it was time Christine helped pick out toys she no longer played with and donated them as well. Their children were very blessed and it wouldn't be long before Christine found out her mother was a best-selling author who made a lot of money. Booth wanted Christine to learn that especially because she had been given much, she should always lend a hand to those who had been given less. And so father and daughter were in Christine's room, going through her many toys while Brennan went through her clothes.

Picking up a dress she had not worn in a long time, Brennan held it up against herself as she stared at her own reflection in the mirror. She studied herself from head to toe. She sighed, knowing she could no longer fit into that particular dress anymore. She tossed it onto the donate pile. Reaching far back into her closet, she pulled out another dress she had not worn in a long time. She smiled at the memory. It was the Roxie dress. The one she wore years ago, when undercover with Booth in Vegas.

In the years since getting together with Booth and having two of his children, she had aged. There was no denying that. There were a few more wrinkles on her face and a few days ago, she had found a few stands of grey mixed into her long brunette hair. The two pregnancies had resulted in her gaining a few more pounds and her breasts had grown larger and her hips more flared. There was no way she could fit into this now. Or could she? Never one to back down from a challenge, she removed the shirt and jeans she was wearing before quickly slipping into the little black dress. Back then she had needed Booth's help to zip up, so it was logical she would need his help to do the same now.

She walked to the entrance of their bedroom, yelling for him. "Booth!"

"Coming!" His voice echoed down the hall.

She made her way back to the mirror in the corner of their bedroom while waiting for her husband. His reflection in the mirror soon appeared behind her, his eyes growing wide along with the grin on his face. He whistled.

"Wow! Are you going somewhere?"

"No. I merely wanted to see if I could still fit in this dress. Could you help me zip up please?"

"I'd love to." He placed his large, warm hands on her shoulders, letting them slide down her arms then coming to rest on her hips. "Is this the dress you wore when we were in Vegas?"

"Yes. I wore this when I was Roxie for the first time."

In the mirror, Brennan watched with amusement as Booth's eyes darkened with desire. He subconsciously licked his lips like he did years ago. He allowed his fingers to linger on her skin as he helped zip her up with more difficulty than he did so many years ago.

"That's hot." The same words he used back then.

Brennan stared at her own reflection in the mirror. The dress didn't flatter her the way she remembered. He tummy was now protruding a little and the flare of her hips more pronounced. Her legs didn't look as slim and she thought any sudden movement on her part would rip the dress at its seams.

"No Booth, it's not hot." She sighed.

"You kiddin' me? I wanna rip this thing off you and make love to you right now. I mean, back then I thought about it but I couldn't right? But now…" He smiled cockily as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, his hand slipping under the helm of the dress.

Brennan grabbed his arm that was moving up her bare thigh. "Stop Booth."

She turned to face him. "Hank and Christine are just down the hall."

"Right." Booth conceded. He smiled suggestively at her. Using his best Tony accent, he dropped his voice and whispered in her ear. "Maybe tonight, Tony can help Roxie zip up this little black dress, then take it off her slowly."

Brennan closed her eyes and blew out a frustrated sigh. When she opened her eyes again she rested her hands on his chest, pushing against him ever so slightly. "There is evidence of the passage of time on my face. The fact that my old clothes don't fit me anymore is further proof that my body isn't the same size or shape that it used to be."

Did she just complain about putting on weight and getting older? Their years together had taught Booth to keep thoughts like that to himself, especially if he didn't want to get in trouble with her. He rested a palm on her hip gently and waited.

She hated that she was feeling insecure and worried about how Booth thought she looked. "I know it's irrational but I find that I'm concerned that your attraction to me may be waning as I age. Most males would seek out younger, more virile females when they notice that their mates no longer look the way they used to when they first met."

Much to her irritation, Booth let out a small chuckle. "So you've grown older and you've maybe put on a couple of pounds. Everybody gets older. So what if you're curvier now and probably not as light in my arms as when I first met you."

Her eyes narrowed, glaring at him. He was quick to add, "But that's because you've given me two amazing kids. How could I not be attracted to you because of that?" He leaned down to press a light kiss to her pouting lips.

"Listen Bones, you're as attractive to me now as the first time I laid eyes on you. Actually, you're more attractive now."

"You're just humoring me."

Booth shook his head. "I love the way you look now even more. Those worry lines on your face are from us going through some pretty tough times together. Times when you could've chosen to give up on me and didn't. Plus, I love how your breasts got bigger after you got pregnant."

The hand resting on her hip gave her a gentle squeeze. "I still think you're smokin' hot. Take a look down there. I'm getting turned on just talking about your body."

Brennan dropped her gaze to her husband's groin. She smiled back at him. He was aroused.

"I'm not like most men okay? I don't care if you're old and grey and shrivelled. I'll probably be too but I'll still think you're hot. I'll still wanna make love to you. Even if it gives me a heart attack."

To prove his point he backed her up against the closet door roughly, pressing himself against her before proceeding to kiss her thoroughly. He broke the kiss, leaving both of them panting with want for each other.

"To me you're the most beautiful woman alive and you'll always be. And I'm not saying that just because I'm your husband. I see how other guys look at you."

Brennan nodded, her brain seemingly unable to form coherent thought at the moment.

"I love you. Always. You've been there for me even when I didn't deserve you. I meant every word I said that day when I said my wedding vows."

"I know." Brennan smiled, suddenly feeling foolish about her own insecurities. "I might as well wear this dress one more time tonight before I donate it to charity."

She turned, her back to Booth, indicating that she needed help unzipping. He gladly complied, slipping the dress off her.

"I think you should keep it." He said as she pulled on her jeans and shirt, much to his dismay.

"Mommy! Daddy! Hank's bothering me!" Christine's distressed voice came down the hallway.

"We should continue our discussion about this dress tonight. After I've tried it on and you've helped me take it off again."

"That's one discussion I'm definitely looking forward to Bones." Booth replied, playfully smacking her on the behind like he did so many years ago in Vegas as the couple exited their bedroom to attend to their squabbling children.

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