Thank yous to topaz270 (I don't particularly ship Aubrey with anyone but I guess him and Jessica makes more sense than with anyone else, B&B 2.0), adorkablesalad (she's learned form Booth over the years), 554Laura, FaithinBones (yes she has), gatewatcher(yes often their loved ones don't get the credit due them), kareneb (it's a choice to be made), zats, LoveShipper (she loves him for who he is), regbride12 (FFnet is temperamental at times, much to my frustration as well), wentzer and Julie SBXMomX (glad that you both found the time to read). Thanks to anonymous guests who reviewed as well. It's been a long time since I added to this. RL has been busy to say the least. But I haven't forgotten it.

I was re-watching "The Perfect Pieces in the Purple Pond" when the idea for this one-shot popped up in my head. This short fluffy story requires you to step into a time machine, as we travel back to a time between Seasons 6 and 7.

Aids

Booth got home a little later than he had planned that evening. As he stepped into his apartment, he immediately called out to his new girlfriend of all but three months.

"Bones!"

There was no reply. He was sure she was at there. This week was their turn at his apartment.

"Bones! I'm home."

With still no reply, he felt a bubble of panic rising. He pictured various scenarios where something untoward could happen to a pregnant woman. She wasn't in the kitchen, so he made his way to his bedroom looking for her. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found her crouched in the corner where his closet was. She appeared to be looking through his shoes. Booth loved shoes, he had shoes for all occasions and hence had amassed more pairs than a man normally would. He wondered what she was up to.

"Bones." He softly called out, not wanting to startle her.

"Booth." Still crouching, Brennan turned. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Did you lose an earring or something?"

"No."

"Then what are you doing? You shouldn't be crouching there looking through my shoes."

"You're right. I shouldn't. The putrid smell coming from your shoes is making me feel nauseous."

"My shoes do not smell like rotting, dead things!" Booth replied indignant. "Dead bodies don't make you wanna throw up but my shoes do?"

"The pregnancy hormones might have affected my olfactory senses, making me more sensitive to odours I normally wouldn't be."

"Stop sniffing around in my shoes then. I don't want you throwing up in them."

Booth stuck his right hand out to her. She took his hand, allowing him to help her to her feet. She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath, fighting the nausea. Booth took a moment to study her. Her pregnant belly was nearly imperceptible, and under his over-sized shirt, one would not know that she was carrying his child. He knew what her abdomen looked like under that shirt, he just had front row seats to naked Brennan that morning. He grinned at the memory.

She opened her eyes. He thought she looked decidedly cute in his clothes.

"Better?"

"Yes."

"So what were you doing with my shoes? If you need anything, you know I'm here to help."

"Do you remember the case we encountered some years ago. The victim was Jared Addison, the novelist with OCD?"

"Yeah, what about?"

"Sweets was looking for the victim's masturbatory aids and you told him that it would be found in his shoes."

"Uh-huh."

"I was curious if all boys kept their masturbatory aids in their shoes but you were elusive in your answer to my question."

Booth was beginning to see where this was going.

"You're trying to find mine?"

"Given the fact that we're now in a sexual relationship, I believe I have a right to know the answer to my question."

"And you couldn't just ask me?"

"I just remembered my question and you weren't home. I simply wanted to satisfy my curiosity."

Booth chuckled. "You aren't gonna find it in my shoes okay?"

"So not all boys keep their masturbatory aids in their shoes."

"I'm not a boy, I'm a man!" Booth puffed out his chest. "Mine's too big to keep inside my shoes."

"Too big?" Brennan raised her eyebrows.

"You really wanna know?"

"Yes. Especially since you've mentioned it's size, my curiosity is piqued."

"I'll show you." Booth leaned in to capture her lips in a kiss, simply because what he couldn't do for so long, he now could. He took her hand, leading him to his dresser. Pulling open the top drawer, he dug under his pile of faded t-shirts, pulling out a white blouse that clearly belonged to her.

"Is that mine?"

Booth grinned a little sheepishly. "Yeah."

"I wondered where it went."

"Well the last time you had it on – "

"We were fixing your sink. You just had brain surgery and had a plumbing problem."

"Yeah and we thought we fixed it but the pipe burst and we both got all wet."

"I got changed into your clothes and you offered to wash this shirt for me."

"And I did, but you know there were still days that I had to convince myself that my coma dream wasn't real, and there you were… your blouse was all wet and I could see your bra…"

"I can see why I would have been sexually arousing to you then."

"You still are Bones."

"So you kept this shirt and every time you needed to masturbate…"

"I didn't need the shirt all the time. I mean, all I had to do was think of you… I'm sorry. What I did… it wasn't appropriate. I mean you're my partner."

"Why should you be sorry? If you must know, like you, in the past when I felt the need to satisfy sexual urges on my own, I thought of you."

"Me?" Booth's voice took on a cocky tone.

"I've seen you naked, in the tub. And also when I had to undress you in the lab after the Santa exploded near you. You know I have an eidetic memory, so recalling you in those states of undress was easy."

"Well we don't have to do any recalling now do we?" Booth leaned in to press a kiss to her lips. She responded in kind by walking him backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed. Together they tumbled onto the bed.

"There's no need for recall now." Brennan said as she proceeded to remove Booth's tie and shirt.

"Cause we have the real thing now." Booth replied as he pulled his shirt off her.

"Yes." Brennan breathed. "We can satisfy each other now."

"We can." Booth grinned as he flipped her over gently, proceeding to kiss a trail down her neck.

Wasn't sure if it would still be a T rating if I used the word "masturbatory" in my title.