Author's Note: A warning for this chapter that the story rating has most definitely changed to a 'M' for this chapter only (I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist adding a bit of smut for this story!). If depictions of sex offend you then skip this chapter! I have written it specifically so the story works without this chapter, so you can continue to read from the next chapter without really missing much of the story progression. However, if you like a bit of Booth and Brennan in the bedroom, read on!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones

"I want this. I want you. I want to make love with you Booth."

A sharp intake of breath broke the spell that had been cast when Temperance Brennan had uttered the words that Seeley Booth had always thought he would never get to hear. Booth had been unconsciously holding his breath having just been so certain that Bones was about to wish him goodnight then end their evening. But instead, she'd said she wanted them to make love. Not sex. Not intercourse. Not coitus or copulation. Making love.

They had just spent a very pleasant evening on their first date. Their first official date. And while Booth had maybe hoped the evening would end this way, he had to admit that where Bones was concerned, he could never quite be sure. She had always been so against them being together, certain that it would ruin what they had. Convinced that she wouldn't be able to give him what she thought he needed. But she had surprised him once again. Just like when she told him she would wait for him after his painful breakup with Hannah. Like when she had accepted his suggestion of a date, and now, telling him she wanted to make love. Booth hoped to God it meant what he thought it did, that she was finally willing to admit what she felt for him, because God knows, he'd waited a long time for this moment.

Unable to prevent the grin that cracked across his face or the blood from suddenly rushing to his groin, Booth allowed Brennan to lead him to her bedroom. He had seen her bedroom maybe once or twice before but never in this context. As they entered the room, Brennan clicked on the twin bedside lamps, bathing the room in a warm glow, and closed the door behind her. Her room was as he remembered it, simple but cosy, with decorative items that would probably be more suited to a museum exhibit than a bedroom.

As he checked out his surroundings, Booth began to feel a tingling in his limbs, unsure if from nervousness, excitement, or desire. But before he could give it any more contemplation, Brennan lunged at him, pressing her lips to his in an urgent kiss and grasping the lapels of his jacket before pushing the garment from his shoulders. Booth let the jacket fall to the floor before gently taking her by her upper arms and breaking the kiss.

"Whoa Bones! What's the rush? We've got all night." He could feel her trembling, feel the frenzy of lust vibrating in her body. If he was truthful, he felt the same. But he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if their first time was a frantic fuck. Sure, it would be hot, but it would also be over very quickly, and she deserved better than that. She deserved him to take his time, to worship every inch of her body. To demonstrate his love for her.

"I don't understand, Booth. I thought you wanted to have intercourse?" Brennan asked in a completely innocent tone that tugged on Booth's heartstrings. Had none of her other partners ever taken their time with her? Taken the time to just appreciate her and the gift she was giving them? Or had they just gone for the easy option and immediately taken what she was offering?

"I do, Bones. And we will. But I want to take my time. We won't ever have a first time together again, and I want it to be something we will both remember. I want to learn everything about you, learn what gives you pleasure. I want to make you come, again, again, and again." He spoke the words softly and seductively into her ear, his lips grazing her lobe, making her shiver with anticipation.

He began to place soft, gentle kisses on her, starting at her brow that was still slightly puckered with confusion, before tracing his lips down her cheek, the corner of her mouth, and finally the indentation below her jaw where her pulse throbbed beneath her heated skin. Her groan of pleasure resonated on his lips as his mouth kissed lower and lower eventually allowing the tip of his tongue to follow the rounded outline of her breasts that peeked above the low-cut neckline of her dress. His lips continued their journey, placing soft tender kisses upwards from her breasts towards her neck before finally, his mouth found hers once again. His kiss was firm but tender, his tongue teasing her lips so that she opened for him, allowing him to slide his tongue into her mouth, twisting together with hers in a sensual dance that was somehow different to any kiss Brennan had ever experienced before.

Booth's hands clinched the supple contour of her waist, feeling her body heat through the smooth satiny fabric of her dress. His hands roamed further, caressing her curves, memorising the feel of her under his fingers until he located the zipper for her dress, pulling it all the way down, allowing his fingers to explore the soft skin he had just exposed. Then, in a move similar to the one she had pulled on him with his jacket, he let his fingertips glide up her arms until he reached her shoulders, pushing the dress off, his fingers following the path of the silky satin as it slid down her body. As the dress pooled at her waist, it exposed the fact that she had foregone wearing a bra and was now standing topless in front of him.

He already knew that his partner was the most beautiful woman he had ever met – inside and out- but now, with each inch of her perfect skin he revealed, he was reminded all over again at just how beautiful she was. He raised his steady brown gaze to meet her stormy blues. He could detect a hint of hesitance in her eyes, an emotion Booth didn't normally associate with his ever-self-confident partner. But before he could say anything to her, to affirm that she was okay, that this was still what she wanted, it promptly disappeared, being replaced by resolve. She took a step back from him to push her dress down over her hips until it dropped to her ankles. She stepped out of the dress and roughly kicked off her shoes until she was standing in just a pair of black lace panties.

Brennan could see and feel the reverence in her partner's touch and in the warmth of his eyes. She was enjoying the attention he was lavishing upon her immensely, but that hadn't prevented the moment of discomfort she'd had as he was undressing her. She didn't want tonight to all be about her. This was about the both of them. Together. Finally.

Brennan couldn't deny that tonight had been a long time coming, but she was still having difficulty describing and categorising all the emotions that were revolving chaotically through her body and mind. The only way she could think of to express how she felt was to show him, to demonstrate what she couldn't describe. Besides, she wouldn't have wanted to miss the look on his face when she stripped off in front of him for anything. She wanted him, and she wanted him to want her. The way his mouth popped open at her brazen display of nudity, told her that he did want her, at least, that's how she interpreted it.

She had to admit, that despite their conversations about the possibility of a romantic relationship between them and then the wonderful evening they had just shared together, it still all felt a little surreal. Almost as if she couldn't quite believe that it was Booth here with her, in her bedroom, kissing her, undressing her, touching her. It was Booth making her feel this overwhelming desire, this feeling of love and trust, of being cherished, and she needed to show him, to let him know how he was making her feel and that she wanted to make him feel the same.

She closed the distance between them that she had just made in order to remove her clothing and pressed her lips to his, kissing him as her nimble fingers made light work of unfastening the buttons on his shirt. She pushed the shirt from his broad shoulders and pulled herself closer to him so they were skin to skin and she could feel his erection pressing against her abdomen through his pants. She wanted him inside her, but she also wanted to let him take the lead still, to show her what he meant all those years ago about the difference between crappy sex and making love, to find out if he had been right.

Booth groaned as he felt Brennan's soft breasts against his bare chest along with her lips urgent against his. He wanted her more than anything else he had ever wanted in his life, and it was taking every ounce of self-control he had to stop himself ripping her panties off and taking her there and then. But there were so many more things he wanted to show her before he could do that. He wanted to touch her everywhere, taste her, feel her tremble as she came for him.

Abruptly, taking her unawares, he took her peachy buttocks in his hands and lifted her up into his arms. Brennan gasped with surprise but without hesitation wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he walked over to her bed, gently placing her down on it. He kissed her passionately for a few moments, and while her lips were addictive, there were other parts of her he wanted to taste too.

He kissed, sucked and licked a trail to her breasts, taking one dusky pink nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking until it was pert and erect between his lips. She began to groan and writhe beneath him, pushing her fingers into his hair and tugging slightly, holding him in place for a few moments before he kissed a path across the valley between her breasts to give his attention to her other neglected nipple.

He was painfully hard, but his own release needed to wait, he wanted to make her come first, wanted to witness her in the throes of passion by his own hands. He placed kisses down her stomach towards her belly button before hooking his fingers through her outrageously sexy lace panties, slipping them down her legs and removing them. He parted her legs and kneeled between them, taking one leg and kissing her inner thigh, higher and higher until he reached the triangle of soft curls at the apex of her thighs, then blowing gently, making her squirm beneath him as the warm stream of air hit her most intimate parts. He then repeated the process on the other leg, only this time, he didn't stop when he reached the top, instead he kissed her folds, running his tongue over her soft flesh again and again, taking great satisfaction from her soft mewls of pleasure.

"Boooth…" She groaned as she grasped a handful of his hair again, holding his mouth against her.

He slipped a finger inside her, relishing the sensation while he continued to lick her sweet, slick skin. As he began to stroke her inner walls, he could feel her muscles begin to clamp down on his digit, telling him she was getting close. He gently sucked on her clitoris and she detonated, coming in great spasms of pleasure that shook her whole body.

Brennan finally slid open eyes that had squeezed tightly shut at some point during Booth's ministrations to find him laid next to her propped up on one elbow. He reached across with his free hand to stroke a few stray strands of hair from her cheek that had escaped from the now messy twist. She felt herself blushing a little at his adoring gaze that was a more intense version of how he had always looked at her, making her wonder yet again how they had denied their feelings for each other for so long.

"Wow, that was… wow." The orgasm had been one of the quickest and most intense she had ever experienced, and it had done a number on her thoughts, scattering them like dust in the wind. However, despite her inability to articulate any meaningful words at that moment, she managed to remember her earlier oath, that she needed to show him, knowing that her actions would tell him more than words ever could.

Grinning up at him, in one rapid motion, she grabbed onto his shoulders, swung one leg over his waist and rolled him so now he was beneath her and she was straddling his thighs. She leaned down to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips, swallowing his gasp of surprise at her sudden movement. She gazed down at him for a few moments, drinking in the sight of his bare torso. She had seen him naked before, but it had never been appropriate for her to really look at him, to examine him in the detail she desired, to memorise every hard plane, the curve of every bone, every muscle, every line, every scar. He was very pleasing to look at and as her fingers trailed across the warm skin on his chest, probing, remembering, they left a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Booth had to work to stifle a pleasure-filled shudder, not wanting to distract her from her objective. He knew what she was doing – she was memorising him, every tiny detail until she knew his body better than he did. It made his heart soar because he knew what it meant. It meant she loves him. Even if she hadn't said the words, he knew.

Eventually, when she was done appreciating him with her fingers, she began the process all over again with her lips. She traced his jaw, enjoying the feel of the rough stubble on her tongue. She then lavished his neck with kisses, before proceeding to cover virtually every inch of his exposed skin with yet more kisses. The sight of her naked on top of him, then the feel of her lips on his body were almost enough to push Booth over the edge, but when he felt her tongue brush over first one and then the other nipple, he thought he was going to combust. There were simply not enough saints to name to prevent what was happening to his body under her touch. Brennan shifted lower, and after dipping her tongue into his belly button, abruptly sat up and grasped at his belt. Before Booth could fully comprehend what she was doing, she had gotten his belt and pants unfastened and was roughly pushing them down his legs along with his underwear. His hips then jerked violently when she took his erection firmly in her palm.

"Ahh!" He groaned "Bones, stop!"

Brennan paused but didn't release him "Why?" She asked before slowly working her hand down his shaft again, adding the sensation of this very important part of him to her memory banks.

"Because…" Booth began breathlessly "This will be over way too fast if you carry on doing that." He said with another gasp as her thumb swirled gently over the tip.

Brennan could see the almost pained expression on Booth's face as she touched him, and as much as she would love to make him orgasm with her hands and mouth, her core was burning for him again, needing him inside her to quench the fire. So reluctantly, she finally released him. But not before leaning down to briefly suck him into her mouth.

"Oh my God, Bones! You're gonna kill me!" Booth almost shouted when he felt her hot, wet mouth on his cock. Her answering grin told him that she knew exactly what she was doing to him, and she was enjoying every minute.

He sat up and took hold of Brennan's hips, moving her gently onto the bed before awkwardly discarding the remainder of his clothing. They were now both sitting on the bed, completely naked, breathing heavily, hearts beating in an allegro rhythm, quickening in anticipation of what was to come. Booth shifted closer and took Brennan in his arms, kissing her softly as he eased them both down onto the mattress, adjusting his position so he was hovering over her nestled between her thighs, the tip of his cock resting against her soft folds.

"Bones?..." He asked, waiting for her eyes to meet his before continuing. "Do we need to use protection?"

Brennan shook her head "No. I'm on birth control."

"Do you wanna use one anyway? I mean, I'm clean. I just got tested to make sure, y'know? But, just in case your birth control fails or something?" He had stashed some condoms in his pants pocket before their date, just in case the evening led to where he hadn't dared hope it would. But at that moment, he didn't think he would be able to find the willpower to move to retrieve them, not while she was laid here under him, so intoxicating, so enticing. He desperately wanted to be inside her, but her wishes were more important than his gratification.

"No. I want to feel you." Brennan hated how she sounded so breathless and needy, but she was desperate for him too. After having been denied having him in her mouth, she wanted him inside her, with no barriers. The majority of her previous sexual partners had been casual acquaintances, making using a condom a necessity, but not with Booth. She trusted him when he said he clean and she wanted nothing between them, she wanted all of him.

Booth touched his lips to hers once more, waiting for her eyes to meet his before slowly, inch by inch, pushing himself inside her warm, tight, welcoming core. He watched her bright blue eyes slowly darken as her pupils dilated, and a gasp slipped from her lips. He gave her a moment to become accustomed to the intrusion before he flexed his hips so he was buried deep inside her, right up to the hilt. He groaned with intense pleasure. He was unable to describe how it felt to finally be inside her. She felt so good, and she was so tight and wet that he thought that maybe he'd died and gone to heaven.

Brennan was right on the edge of ecstasy and agony. It had been quite some time since she'd last had intercourse, and truth be told, she was surprised at how large he was. She had accidentally seen Booth's penis once before, in his bathroom after he had come back from the dead after being shot. However, he had been flaccid on that occasion and besides, she had been too upset at the time to really take notice of his size. She also recalled him making an embarrassed statement when she had been talking about the size of Sully's endowment with Angela. He'd said size was inconsequential - that it was the manner in which it was used that mattered. Brennan had always just taken this to mean that Booth just wasn't that big. It hadn't mattered to her either way – some of the better lovers she'd had all had average size penises. But when she had abruptly pulled down Booth's pants that evening, she'd been pleasantly surprised – and a little apprehensive about his size.

Booth noticed the flash of discomfort behind her blue irises. It suddenly dawned on him that she had likely not been sexually active for a while and that it might be a little uncomfortable for her. "Are you ok, Bones?" He said softly, the concern evident in his voice. "D'you wanna stop?"

"No, I'm fine. Don't stop. Please." It was an appeal, a supplication. The discomfort would pass, and she wasn't ready for this moment to end.

Satisfied that her discomfort wasn't intolerable, Booth began to move, sliding slowly until he was almost all the way out before gently pushing back in again. Brennan groaned in pleasure, the motion easing the fullness in her core, triggering small waves of heightened pleasure with each movement. She dug her fingernails into his flesh, raking them down from his shoulders to his hips, then taking a handful of his fine, firm, gluteus maximus, using her hands to adjust the rhythm of his thrusts. He slid one arm underneath her around her waist pulling her body even closer, then bent his head until his lips found the shell of her ear, tracing it delicately with the tip of his tongue, then sucking the lobe. He kissed lower until his teeth reached the delicate skin on her neck, nipping then sucking softly. Brennan groaned louder and tilted her head allowing him better access, bringing her hand up and raking her fingers through the short hair at his nape.

"Oh Booth! More!" She cried, completely losing control of the filter between her brain and her mouth. The sensations she was feeling were engulfing her, flooding her body and mind. The combination of each thrust, each graze of his teeth on her hypersensitive skin, stoked the fire in her core, making her muscles clench and quiver deliciously. She knew he must be marking her, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She had never felt such strong, intense desire before and she never wanted it to end.

However, each time Booth sank into her tight, wet heat, he could feel himself being pulled closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. He was determined to hold on until Bones came again but she was making it very difficult for him to hold on much longer. For how long had he yearned to feel her beneath him, to know how it felt to be inside her, to show her how much she meant to him and would always mean to him. The reality was far superior to any of his imaginings and with each throaty groan, each whisper of her breath on his sweat covered skin, he was finding it harder and harder to hold on.

Little did Booth know that Brennan was grappling with similar feelings. For how long had she denied her true feelings yet fantasised about what it would be like to be with him, to have intercourse with someone she cared deeply for – not just someone she was attracted to, to know what it felt like to be loved. Despite their earlier date and words of reassurance about where their relationship was heading, her mind was struggling to grasp the truth of what was happening. Her body filled with heat as reality finally penetrated her foggy, desire-filled mind. She was making love with Booth. Her partner, best friend, and person she trusted with her life. She loves him. More than anyone or anything else in this world and in that moment, she was being surrounded and filled by him, with each thrust, each touch of his lips, pushing her closer and closer to ecstasy. She abruptly pulled on his hair to lift his lips from her neck. Her mouth found his as she kissed him hard but brief, before crystal blue eyes locked onto liquid browns and she was complete. She shattered as stared into the bottomless depths of his loving gaze, realising that two had become one. That they had broken the laws of physics.

Booth saw and felt the moment of her orgasm as her muscles clenched around his cock, massaging him, bringing him to the point of no return. Thankful to finally be able to let go, to surrender to the sensation that had been tugging at the base of his spine, he thrust one last time, finally coming long and hard, emptying himself deep inside her. His eyes had closed involuntarily, and he opened them to find Bones staring up at him, cheeks flushed pink, a sheen of sweat on her brow and a huge smile on her face. It warmed him, erasing any worry that she might regret what they had just done.

"That was… spectacular." She said with a Cheshire cat grin.

"Ditto." Was all Booth could manage to say with a huge answering smile of his own. He tried to roll to the side, conscious that he had to be almost crushing her with his weight on top of her, but when she felt him attempt to shift, she held on tight, preventing his movement.

"Wait…"

He looked down at her expectantly, hoping she wasn't about to burst his bliss-filled bubble.

She placed a hand on either side of his face and lifted her head so she could brush her mouth over his in a sweet kiss. Her eyes searched his face for a brief moment before she whispered, "I love you, Booth."

Booth was elated. He didn't think he had ever felt this happy. Not when she had told him she would wait for him, nor when she agreed to go on a date with him, and not when she had made her intentions clear about how she wanted this evening to end. Each of them paled in comparison to this moment, to when she uttered the words he had longed to hear but feared he never would.

"I love you too, Bones."

He kissed her reverently, worshiping this amazing woman, daring to dream that maybe despite the long road they'd had to walk to get here, that this was the start of what he had wanted almost since the moment they met.

Brennan eased her grip on the man who was now her lover allowing him to slip out of her and roll to the side. He pulled her into his arms, wrapping them firmly around her as she lay her head on his shoulder and pressed her face into his neck, breathing in the faint trace of his cologne combined with the essence that was essentially Booth. She had never felt so safe and content. It just felt right. It felt like she was home. She pressed her body closer to him, entangling one leg with his and snuggling into his side. Brennan had never been one to cuddle or snuggle, but she couldn't imagine not doing this with Booth. Like the intercourse, it hadn't felt alien or strange, it simply felt natural and her last idle thought before she drifted off to sleep, safe and warm in his arms, was that maybe, they should have been doing this all along.

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The room was in complete darkness when Booth awoke a couple of hours later. Disorientated, he sat up suddenly in bed hoping desperately that what he thought had happened before he went to sleep hadn't been a dream. Where was he? He was sure he was in Bones' bedroom but why was it so dark? He was certain that they'd gone to sleep with the twin lamps still switched on, but now he wasn't sure that it wasn't just his imagination. He reached down to his waist to feel for his pyjama pants or underwear but found he was naked. He then picked up the pillow next to him and held it to his nose. He inhaled deeply detecting the scent of Bones' shampoo and a hint of her perfume. Gradually, the sleep induced haze in his head began to clear and he sighed in relief. The shapes he could just make out in the darkness confirmed to him that he was in fact in Bones' bedroom and last night hadn't been a dream.

After his coma a few years ago where he had dreamed about an alternative life for himself and Bones, where they had been married and in love, Booth found that where Bones was concerned, he couldn't quite trust what was in the waking world and what was pure fantasy - especially since he still had dreams about her on a regular basis. Even when he had been with Hannah, he would still dream of his partner. Dreams where they were together and of her telling him she loved him. Booth rubbed his brow with his hand in frustration. He had been so stupid. His unconscious mind had been trying to tell him all along. He should have waited for Bones, and she would have got here eventually, wouldn't she?

He didn't want to contemplate that maybe it was his relationship with Hannah that had given Bones the incentive to make the leap of faith she needed to try to be with him. Bones' tearful confession in his car on that awful rainy night told Booth that his ill-judged affair with the perky blonde journalist was exactly what had prompted Bones to make that change and it filled him with sorrow. If only they could have found another way without her having to suffer so badly.

Booth loved Bones so much and it made his heart hurt to think that he had wounded her, that she might never have known how he felt for her, how much he loves her. He felt the sudden urge to tell her right then, to make sure without doubt that she knows his love for her. But where was she? The bed was empty but still warm where she had been laid so she couldn't have risen that long ago. He had just swung his legs off the edge ready to go in search of her when he heard the muted sound of a toilet flushing then water running from the faucet into the sink. A few moments later, she emerged from the bathroom and began to creep her way back towards the bed in the darkness, clearly expecting Booth to still be asleep. He swiftly and quietly sat back on the bed and shuffled to the other side where Bones was aiming to climb back in. When she reached the edge of the bed, he flung his arms around her waist and pulled her down onto the bed on top of him, landing so she was on his lap, nose to nose, their heavy breaths mingling together.

"Argh! Booth!" Brennan chastised, slapping him playfully on his shoulder, making them both laugh.

She momentarily fought against his hold but then allowed herself to relax into his embrace as his lips found hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, probing, exploring. She could feel his cock stirring beneath her and she felt the muscles in her core clench in response as he held her firmly against his smooth, muscular, torso. Their earlier love making had been outstanding and she wanted more, more of him. He managed to invoke the hunger of her libido more than any other man she had ever had intercourse with, and she needed him inside her again so bad it was almost painful. She moved to straddle his thighs then shifted her weight so he eased back down on the bed and she was positioned on top of him. They kissed languidly, enjoying the slow, unhurried intimacy. Their hands exploring the still-new sensation of exposed skin, of being allowed to touch each other without a need for an excuse.

Along with taking care of her personal needs, when she had been in the bathroom before, Brennan had removed all the remaining bobby pins that had been poking her painfully in her scalp, releasing her hair from the twist she'd had earlier in the evening, and now the gentle waves of her hair tumbled down either side of Booth's face, tickling his cheeks.

Booth was getting almost painfully hard, and he could feel Bones getting more worked up by the second. He wanted to make love to her again, but he still felt like he needed her to know without a doubt that that was what they were doing, that what he had said earlier in the evening about making love hadn't just been a ruse to get her into bed. He broke the kiss and took her face in his hands, gently pushing back her silky strands of auburn hair so he could just make out the glint of her eyes in the gloom.

"Bones? You know I love you, right?"

A short pause ensued before Brennan said imperiously "Yes Booth, you affirmed that to me earlier in the evening. After we'd had intercourse." Another pause and then "Are you reneging on your statement?"

Booth could hear the hurt in her voice and he wished he could see her face as the lack of light was making it impossible for him to read her reaction. "No! Temperance, God no. I love you! Please, don't ever doubt that. I just… Look, I just need to make sure that you understand exactly how I feel about you. Because y'know, with everything that happened before with Hannah… how much pain I know I caused you. I need you to know, to understand that I would never intentionally hurt you and it kills me to know that I did. I've loved you for years, Bones. I never stopped loving you. God knows when I thought you didn't want me and never would, I tried Bones, I did. But it's you, it's always been you. And now, we're here and I can finally tell you and I just… I want you to know that I'll love you forever. No matter what."

Booth began to grow concerned when his impassioned words were met with silence. His concern developed into alarm when he felt wetness on his face, and he realised they were tears. Bones' tears.

"Hey, hey, Bones. What's wrong? Why are you crying?" The panic bled through into his voice as he sat up with her in his lap, his thumbs hastily wiping away her tears.

She grasped his wrists and gave a slight shake of her head as her gaze dropped to his chest in the pitch-darkness. His words were a painful reminder that not so long ago, it seemed like what they had now would never be a possibility. "I love you too, Booth." She whispered, her voice thick with tears. "I may have only just acknowledged it, but I have also loved you for a considerable time. I was never able to accept it or admit it to myself. I was too afraid to admit that something which I believed didn't exist, not only existed but held indeterminate power over me. However, now that I have finally allowed myself to accept the reality, I find that I'm still afraid. I'm afraid of losing you. Because even though it's only been a short amount of time, knowing how it feels to love you, and to be loved by you, I can't imagine not having that anymore. I don't want to ever lose you, Booth. I can't"

"Oh, Bones." Booth whispered, her profound words making it feel like his heart had swollen so much it would burst out if his chest. "There is nothing, nothing that you could do that would stop me loving you or wanting to be with you. I'm yours. Body, heart and soul for as long as you want me."

Brennan lifted her eyes to meet his in the darkness, trying to allow the reality of his words to permeate the remains of her defences around her metaphorical heart. She was his and he was hers, for as long as she wanted him. She didn't believe in absolutes, but she suddenly discovered that she couldn't envisage a time where she wouldn't want him. She instantaneously needed that intimate connection with him again, to reassure herself that this was real, that Booth was here with her, holding her, touching her, loving her. That it wasn't just some fantasy scenario she had created for one of her novels. She hastily pressed her lips to his again and kissed him deeply, forcing him back down on the bed again once more. "Show me." She whispered against his lips. "Show me how much you love me."

Her impassioned plea made the blood rush back into Booth's cock, making him instantly rock hard. His hands caressed her smooth, supple, butt cheeks before his fingers located her core, dipping in momentarily, testing her readiness, anticipating a need for more foreplay but instead found she was already soaking wet. He captured her lips with his before he took her hips in his hands and lifted her so she was hovering over him and then slowly lowered her down, sinking into her warmth until she was taking his whole length. He flexed his hips as she began to rock, supporting herself by placing her palms on his firm, sculpted chest. Booth allowed his hands to roam, tracing his fingers along her bent legs, her knees and hips. Gliding up to her waist before finding her breasts, holding each heavy orb in his palms and allowing his thumbs to tease her nipples.

Brennan gasped and groaned with every inch of skin Booth's hands caressed. His hands were incredibly warm, and they seemed to leave heat behind in their wake until it felt like her whole body was glowing with warmth. One of his hands eventually drifted lower, towards the junction where their bodies were connected, his fingers dipping into her soft curls locating her clit. He circled the little nub as she rocked against him faster and faster, gasping as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm once again.

Taking her by surprise, Booth suddenly pushed himself upright so she was straddling him in his lap. The sudden change in angle deepened the penetration, stimulating a spot inside her that almost instantaneously triggered her climax, sending blissful shockwaves through her body, making her limbs feel like they were the consistency of Jell-O. Booth held her close as she shuddered and dropped her forehead to his shoulder, panting short gasping breaths, completely spent from the exertion. Booth thrust up into her twice more before finding his own release, coming deep inside her, feeling suddenly dazed by the sensation of being inside and surrounded by the woman he loved more than his own life.

No words were needed as they both slowly came around from their orgasm-induced stupor. Brennan slowly raised her head and slid her hands up from Booth's arms, so they were now around his neck. She rested her forehead against his, as they both fought to calm their breathing before sharing a soft, sweet kiss. Silently, they collapsed back onto the bed, holding on tight to each other. What they had just shared said more than words ever could. Brennan allowed herself to be cocooned in Booth's warmth as he tucked his body in behind hers, so there wasn't so much as an inch of space between them, quickly falling asleep again, content and replete.

The impossible had happened. Brennan had finally admitted her feelings for her partner, and they had both begun a new journey together, one that Brennan hoped would be filled with more of what she had experienced that night, one that was filled with hope and comfort and love. They belonged to each other, and it brought them both a great deal of comfort to know that no matter what, their relationship had changed for the better. They were finally more than just partners; they were finally where they both wanted to be.