As always, thank you for your responses to the last chapter!
The promised last chapter! When I thought about Brennan's note and how beautiful it was (and how beautiful Booth's vows were in turn), I knew I had to do a chapter on that. I kind of like the idea that Brennan told Booth she had written the letter, but Booth told her to wait until she was ready to share it with him. The wedding was, obviously, the most amazing place to do that.
Going back and re-watching it, I'm just going to pretend that the way Brennan explained having the letter was really for the benefit of the guests at the wedding, since in my cannon, Booth already kind of knew about it.
We missed out on their wedding reception and wedding night, so hopefully I did it justice. Although this is definitely more wedding night than wedding reception lol. I didn't quite mean for it to turn into a whole wedding night thing, but that's what happened. But really, though, didn't we all want to see that? :)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. The song mentioned in this story is "Ho, Hey," by the Lumineers.
The delicate clang of forks tapping against crystal flutes filled the ballroom, starting somewhere near the table full of interns and spreading until nearly every person was doing it. Booth waggled his eyebrows at Brennan, who grinned back at him, her eyes shining with delight. She had confessed to him earlier that she quite enjoyed this particular tradition, and he had to admit: so did he.
Leaning over their nearly-empty plates—prime rib for him, salmon for her—Booth and Brennan shared a kiss that had everyone applauding. When they parted, Booth kept his hand wrapped around the nape of her neck, and his forehead pressed against hers. Closing his eyes, he breathed her in. Brennan curled her fingers into the lapels of his tuxedo jacket as a truly happy feeling settled over her.
She opened her eyes again when Booth touched her cheek. She followed his line of sight and looked over at the table situated right next to theirs, where Christine and Parker were sitting with Brennan's father and Booth's mother. Parker looked so cute in his miniature version of a tuxedo, and Christine was precious in her pink party dress. Max and Marianne were clearly loving being the doting grandparents, and had already been out on the dancefloor numerous times with Christine and Parker.
Christine caught Brennan's eye and waved excitedly. Both Booth and Brennan grinned at their daughter and waved in return, loving the fact that she was so obviously having the time of her life. Brennan took a moment to take in the ballroom where they were holding the reception at the Jeffersonian, once again marveling over how beautifully everything had turned out.
There had been a lot of phone calls and some quick talking involved, but since Brennan shamelessly threw around her weight as not only a world-renowned forensic anthropologist and best-selling author, but as the bride, their vendors had made the arrangements to change the location of the reception to the Jeffersonian.
The ballroom had been beautifully transformed, with long swaths of fabrics in light blues and creams draped around the space, creating an ethereal feeling. The lights in the ballroom had been turned down low, bathing everything in a golden hue. Long, rectangular tables were lit with candlelight, with low arrangements of white roses and light blue and purple flowers running down the center. A dance floor was set up in the center of the room, and there was a round, intimate table set for Booth and Brennan at a vantage point where they could see all of their guests.
Brennan had been surprised that Booth had been so adamant about the colors they had chosen. When she had asked why, he had flushed—she would really call it blushing, honestly—and Booth had explained that he thought that color combination would bright out her eyes. Brennan had hugged him for a very long time after that, amazed that she got to marry this man and spend the rest of her life with him.
Brennan had never given herself very much permission to think about what her wedding would be like. She hadn't been terribly fanciful as a child, but whenever she had thought about marriage, she had imagined having a loving relationship like the one her mother and father had. After her parents left and she had been abandoned by Russ, Brennan hadn't allowed herself to think about having any kind of family at all.
Admitting to Angela that she had held on to her dream wedding dress after everything she had been through, had released a weight that Brennan hadn't realized she had been holding on to. When Brennan and Booth had been doing some more planning, Booth had asked her how long she had been thinking about what her wedding might be like. He was wearing a small smile, his eyes warm as he gazed at her.
He had always been able to see to the very heart of Brennan, and so she felt safe admitting that she had secretly been thinking about it for quite a long time. Booth had given her a tender kiss and had promised that they could have the wedding of her dreams.
And even with the church burning down (though she was sad for Booth that that had happened) and the doubt that some people had, Brennan wouldn't change a single thing about their wedding day. It was so perfectly them, so very Booth and Brennan, that she wouldn't trade a moment of it. Nothing in their life together so far had been very traditional, so why start now?
Brennan felt even lighter after that, like she had let something go after allowing herself to remember those old dreams from childhood. Booth recognized that, and Brennan remembered that his childhood had been just as difficult as her adolescent years had been. The fact that they had made it here really was something of a miracle. Brennan had been through enough with Booth, had seen enough that she would be willing to admit that miracles might be possible.
"This is wonderful," Brennan breathed, leaning a little further into Booth's touch. His calloused thumb stroked over her cheek, and there was a light in his eyes that had only grown brighter since she had walked down the aisle towards him.
"It is," Booth agreed, and kissed her again. He had been able to kiss her for years now, been able to touch her in the ways he had only been dreaming of, but there was something special about doing it now, after being pronounced husband and wife.
Pushing his chair back, Booth stood up and held his hand out to Brennan. "Dance with me," he murmured, which Brennan happily agreed to. She slipped her hand into Booth's, feeling his long fingers curl around hers, and walked with him to the dance floor.
Booth pulled her close, his broad palm pressed to the small of her back. Brennan tucked her face into the crook of his neck as they swayed to an acoustic version of "Ho Hey," by The Lumineers. It wasn't long before Brennan felt a tug on the back of her dress, and found Christine at her feet, grinning up at her parents.
Ducking down, Booth swept Christine into his arms, pulled Brennan close again, and danced with the two of them. He swayed a little more dramatically from side to side, causing Christine to giggle in delight. In her little voice, Christine called for Parker to join them, using the charm smile she had inherited from her father and was identical to her older brother's. Unable to deny his little sister anything, Parker didn't hold out for long. He eventually joined his family on the dance floor towards the end of the song and took one of Christine's hands, swinging their arms back and forth.
There would be cake, more dancing, good music, drinking, speeches, and fun. But this, right here and now? Wrapped in Booth's arms, with their children between them? This was Brennan's favorite.
Tugging on Brennan's hand, Booth hurriedly tried to find a place where they could be alone for a few minutes. In the general chaos that occurred after the wedding ceremony was over, it made it easy to disappear just long enough for Booth to get a few moments alone with Brennan. He was a sniper, for God's sake. He knew how to be sneaky, and he was definitely going to use it to his advantage.
"Booth!" Brennan let out a giggle—a sound he relished hearing, as it wasn't one that she used often—as she lifted the skirts of her gown and matched his pace. She was always with him. "Where are we going?"
"Just—gimme a second…" Finding an office just inside the reception lobby of the Jeffersonian turned out to be as good a place as any for a few stolen moments. Booth pulled Brennan into the empty office, shut the door behind them, and pressed her up against that closed door all in one smooth motion. The smile was still on Brennan's face, her eyes wide and blue and sparkling, before Booth's lips came down over hers.
For a movement that started out in such a frenzied manner, his lips move slowly, thoroughly against hers, as if he had all the time in the world. His tongue tangled with hers, his body pressed fully against hers, which Brennan was glad for—Booth's body and the door at her back were the only things keeping her upright. It seemed as though her lower extremities had turned to jelly as soon as Booth's lips had touched hers. Brennan's arms were wrapped around his shoulders, holding him even more tightly against her and she strained upwards, wanting him as close as possible.
They kissed until they ran out of air, and even then, Booth stayed close enough that his lips brushed against Brennan's with every breath that they both took. Finally, Booth pulled back enough to look into those blue eyes of hers, and he touched her cheek with his fingers, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip.
"That letter, Bones," Booth whispered, his voice rough. He thought back to the moment she had told him about the letter she had written, while she had been trapped in that car with Hodgins, buried alive. She had told him not long after they found out that she was pregnant with Christine, back when their relationship had still been so new, but had also felt like they had been doing it forever.
This letter had obviously been something very personal for her, something that she had written in one of her most vulnerable moments. The fact that they had barely been two years into their partnership at that point, and she had opened herself up that much to him even then… it made him wish that he hadn't wasted so many years hanging back for fear of pushing her away. They could have had so much more time together.
Blinking, Booth quickly shook those thoughts away because in the end, they got to where they needed to be. He had been right, in the end. He knew, and he had always known. He was that guy. She was that girl. And this was their life now. Together.
"That letter was amazing," he finally managed to finish. "It was just…" Over Brennan's shoulder, he could see that the search party had been sent out for them; Cam and Angela were in the lobby, clearly looking for Booth and Brennan. A smile touched his lips and added, "That letter was the best thing I've ever heard, and I'll tell you why tonight, okay?"
Smiling, Brennan nodded her head and murmured an affirmation. Admitting that that letter had existed at all to Booth had been the first step. Finally getting the courage to share it made the darkness surrounding the moment she wrote that note just a little brighter. Finally, after all these years, maybe she would finally be able to push back the nightmares of that night, make them a little more distant. She was taking it back, and Booth was by her side, helping her, just as he had seven years ago.
Slipping one hand around the back of Booth's neck, Brennan tugged his mouth back down to hers. And even when their friends found them and started knocking on the door, trying to get them to surface from their little Bones-and-Booth bubble, the newlyweds just smiled against one another's lips and kept on kissing.
"Are the kids doing alright?" Booth asked as he emerged from the bathroom in their honeymoon suite. He was undoing the cufflinks on his dress shirt and with a deft flick of his wrist, unbuttoned the sleeves and began to roll them up. Brennan found herself momentarily distracted as Booth's strong, tanned forearms were revealed, his tattoos dark against the inside of his wrists.
They had arrived at the hotel only ten minutes ago, and had spent most of their time getting their bags organized and checking in on their kids. Since they honeymoon was going to be delayed until after Halloween, Brennan's father and Booth's mother had treated the newlywed couple to a weekend in the honeymoon suite. While Booth and Brennan loved their children dearly and were thrilled that they got to spend some extra time with their parents, they both agreed that their house was a little crowded to be celebrating their wedding night the way they really wanted to. So Booth and Brennan very much appreciated the offer of this little weekend getaway.
Of course, Booth noticed where Brennan's gaze was directed, and a smirk played around his lips. He let her go for a moment, and when her eyes got darker and she sank her teeth into her lower lip, he knew that he had to jump in before he got just as distracted.
"Bones," Booth said with a slight chuckle as he finished rolling up the second sleeve.
Brennan blinked, her blue eyes huge, and a blush touched her cheeks. She cleared her throat and simply held her phone out, showing Booth a picture of Parker passed out on the couch, with Christine cuddled up with him, fast asleep. Taking the phone, Booth studied the picture that Max had sent, a soft smile forming on his lips as he gazed at his kids. Parker was the best big brother, and Christine just adored him. That was clearly apparent in the picture, and Booth was once again awestruck at all of the blessings he had in his life.
"Look at them, all snug as bugs," Booth said with a chuckle as he sat next to Brennan.
Brennan's brow furrowed slightly, but there was an amused smile playing on her lips. "I don't know what that means," she told him with a twinkle in her eye.
Booth chuckled, knowing full well that eighty-five percent of the time, she at least had some idea of those phrases meant. He wrapped an arm around Brennan's shoulders and pulled her close, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. Closing his eyes, he lingered there for a long moment, and Brennan pressed her fingertips to Booth's chest.
"Hey." Opening his eyes, Booth pulled back enough to look at Brennan with a grin. "It's our wedding night."
"It is. Got any big plans?" Brennan teased.
"Haha, very funny." Booth toed his dress shoes off, and Brennan smiled widely when she saw his socks. Booth did as well because in all honesty, it was one of the best parts of the day. At the beginning of the day, Brennan had gifted Booth with a pair of custom-made socks, done in stripes featuring their wedding colors. They were so classically Booth, and they were perfect.
"You're a riot, Bones," Booth continued. He reached up and undid the top button his shirt, not missing the way spark of desire in Brennan's eyes.
"I'm very amusing," Brennan quipped, causing Booth to laugh outright. Her sense of humor was actually pretty endearing, and he'd get to hear it for the rest of his life, now. As her husband.
Unable to help himself, Booth leaned over again and pressed a kiss to the corner of Brennan's mouth. "Hey," he said again, because a part of him really couldn't get over the fact that they made it to this day. "I'm your husband."
Brennan stared at him for a long moment, with something that Booth couldn't quite name in her eyes. Then she curled her fingers into the collar of his shirt and hauled him towards her, so that their lips in a passionate—if a little bit desperate—kiss.
Booth sank into the kiss, sliding his hands up Brennan's lace-covered back as he pressed closer to her. They were reclined on the bed, with yards of white fabric from Brennan's dress surrounding them, when she finally pulled back and looked up at him with star-filled blue eyes.
"You said that you're my husband," she murmured.
Booth kind of smiled at her and stroked her hair back from her face. After the long hours of dancing, coupled with their increasingly passionate embraces, it had started to come undone and was hanging in loose auburn strands around her face. To Booth, she was no less the perfect bride.
"Yeah, I know. I am. You were there for the ceremony, remember?"
Brennan shook her head, putting his teasing to the side for the moment. She couldn't explain why it meant so much to her that Booth said that he was her husband instead of saying that Brennan was his wife, but it did. She looked up at him with serious eyes, hoping that he could see the love she'd had for him for a very long time. As always, Booth seemed to understand what she meant just by locking eyes with her. They had been able to do that from the earliest moments of their partnership, and they both knew that that would never change.
Booth brushed his lips over her cheeks in a tender caress, then did the same to her lips. "I'm your husband, Temperance Brennan," he whispered. His hands slid up, stroking under the layers of skirt from Brennan's wedding gown. It was gorgeous and she looked phenomenal in it, but now Booth was looking forward to seeing what as underneath it… and feeling nothing against him but soft skin.
"And I'm your wife." Brennan's arms wrapped around Booth's neck, pulling him down to kiss her again before she slid her hands around to his chest, slowly undoing the buttons on his dress shirt.
"Feel weird to say that?" Booth teased as he smiled down at her.
"A little," Brennan admitted with a laugh, just as Booth knew that she would. "But it doesn't, at the same time."
Unwilling to hold back any longer, Booth leaned down to kiss Brennan again as his hands finally found skin. He stroked up, following the long lines of Brennan's legs until his fingers were pressing against the damp lace between her legs. They both moaned and Brennan arched up, trying her best to get closer to him.
Booth teased her, keeping his touch light as he stroked her through the lace. It was driving him crazy, just thinking about what she was wearing underneath her wedding dress. He kept kissing her, kept his calloused fingers circling lightly over the wet fabric, until she whimpered his name.
"Turn over, baby," Booth murmured as he slid his hands out from underneath the gown. By that point, Brennan had Booth's shirt completely unbuttoned, and had pulled his undershirt free from his tuxedo pants. He quickly shed both the dress shirt and the undershirt, and Brennan's eyes shone with approval as she took him in, bare-chested and wearing only those black trousers.
With heated eyes, Brennan rolled over onto her stomach, with the only sound in the room the rustle of fabric and Booth and Brennan's panting breath. Climbing back onto the bed, Booth settled next to Brennan and slowly—so slowly—began to undo each pearl button that ran down Brennan's back. He leaned over her, pressing his lips to the nape of her neck, making Brennan moan again and rotate her hips into the mattress underneath her.
With each button that slipped free, first smooth skin, and then white lace was revealed. Booth began to line the kisses down Brennan's back, and when he got to the last button—that was just above the curve of her bottom—he sucked lightly at a patch of skin at the small of her back, where his hand so often found a home. Brennan gasped, arching beneath him as she panted his name.
Sliding back up her body, Booth slipped the wedding dress off of Brennan's shoulders. She lifted her body, allowing Booth to pull it off of her completely and discard it over the side of the bed. With another sigh of Booth's name, Brennan rolled over to her back. She slid her hands down Booth's chest to his stomach, where her fingers traced the defined lines in his abdomen.
Booth groaned, his hips bucking towards her, both in response to Brennan's touch, and to seeing her for the first time in her bridal lingerie. It was white and lacey and strapless, and Booth swore that she made his heart stop. He was so hard that his desire was apparent even through his trousers, which of course Brennan noticed.
One of her hands moved even lower, brushing against the bulge in his pants. He pressed into her hand, cursing as she cupped him. She knew just how to touch him, just how to make his pulse race and his body strain towards hers.
"Damn, Bones." Booth swallowed hard and stroked his hands over her lace-covered body, starting at her hips and moving slowly up towards her breasts. Her chest was heaving with each shuddering breath that she took, and she moaned when his palms cupped her breasts. Booth traced the line of cleavage revealed with his lips, dipping his tongue between her breasts as he moved.
The lingerie was fastened with hooks at the back, and she had on a pair of sheer, white panties to match. At the moment, Brennan couldn't care less about the lingerie she had picked specifically for Booth—she just wanted it off of her, so she could press her naked skin against Booth's. She wanted him inside her, like, yesterday.
"Booth, please," she panted, wriggling her body pointedly underneath his. She supposed she could have taken her hands off of him in an effort to undress herself more quickly, but she couldn't seem to make herself stop the small rotations her hands were making on his now rather impressive erection.
"Oh no, baby," Booth told her with a wicked grin as he snaked one hand behind her back. "We're going to take this slow. So slow." His other hand slid down the center of her body until he was palming her mound, pressing the heel of his hand against it. He grunted when he felt the soaked lace, and took a moment to press his face into the curve of her neck. "Fuck, Bones, you're so wet."
She arched, pressing closer, rotating her hips to try and get some much-needed friction. "Don't you want to feel it, Booth?" Her need was betrayed in her voice, not that she minded very much. Booth knew how much she wanted him, how much she needed him. He had known from the very first night, when he had tenderly stroked his fingers between her legs for that first time, and had found her so warm and wet and ready for him. It had always been like that between the two of them since then; it was so very easy to be ready for that most intimate connection.
"Hell yeah, I want to feel it." Booth kissed his way up her neck, bucking into her hand that kept a slow, teasing rhythm. She might be trying to get him to move things along a little faster, but the slower rotation of her hand against him let him know that she didn't really mind it.
Booth kissed her the same time he that he slipped his fingers under the edge of her underwear, sliding his fingers through her soaked folds. Brennan gasped into his mouth and Booth took the opportunity to kiss her deeper, sweeping his tongue inside. His thumb pressed against her clit and she clutched at his shoulder with her free hand, moving her hips against his fingers.
She was panting, though, wanting his touch deeper, harder. Brennan whimpered against his lips, moving against him a little faster. She nipped at Booth's bottom lip and he chuckled at her impatience. He continued to tease her with feather-light touches, rimming her opening with the pads of his fingers, and pressing against her clit in a tantalizing rhythm.
"Patience, baby," Booth murmured, his voice rough and dark.
Brennan groaned and kissed him deeply again, looking to take her need out somewhere. "Fuck your patience," she told him, but he could tell how much this was turning her on by the rush of wetness that coated his fingers.
He moved his mouth to her ear, his teeth sinking into her delicate earlobe before he soothed the sting with his tongue. "What do you want, Bones?" His voice was full of sensual promise, which only served to arouse Brennan further. Her hand was still pressed against the bulge behind his trousers, rotating slowly as she tried to think through the haze of pleasure. Still, Booth only sent her closer to the edge with the teasing touches and hot words.
"You want my fingers in you? You want me to make you come? You love it when I touch you like this, don't you, Bones?"
Brennan gasped and attacked his lips again, kissing him with passionate urgency. Her hands moved to the button and zipper on his pants, hurriedly pushing them down. Booth helped her by kicking them off, but she was too impatient to get his boxer shorts off. She shoved her hands past the elastic band, wrapping her slim fingers around his aching cock. He groaned and pressed two fingers inside of her tight, wet, warmth, his thumb now rotating in circles against her clit.
And still he kept the thrust of his fingers slow, but it felt so exquisite that Brennan didn't care. The hand he had still at her back finally moved, releasing the hooks of her white, lacy bra. She felt it loosen behind her, and Booth kissed his way down her neck and nuzzled the cleavage between her breasts again. He swept the strapless piece of lingerie aside, massaging her right breast with his hand while his other one continued to stroke between her legs. His tongue traced the curve of her left breast, and Brennan stroked her own hand down his cock once before he twisted his fingers inside her in such a way that she cried out and let go to clutch at his shoulders.
His thumb moved just a little bit faster, in a tighter circle, and Brennan came with a shudder. Even as the orgasm pulsed through her body in delicious waves, she slipped a hand behind Booth's neck and drew his mouth down to hers, kissing him deeply.
Booth settled into the cradle of her hips, rocking against her with a little more insistence. His plan to take things slow and drive her out of her mind with pleasure was taking a minor hit, and he distracted himself by sucking one of her perked nipples into his mouth. Brennan's back arched and she gasped his name as her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging as his teeth gently scraped over her nipple. Booth groaned and bucked against her, cursing when he could feel her arousal soak through the thin material of his boxer shorts.
"Bones, oh fuck," Booth panted against her breast. He kissed his way over to her other breast, sucking with long pulls of his mouth that was slowly driving her out of her mind. Her legs wrapped around his hips, grinding against him.
God, did Booth love her breasts. He moved between them, kissing, sucking, teasing her with tongue and teeth. Brennan stroked her fingers down his back, gliding her palms along the smooth muscles before her hands came to rest on his ass, pulling him tighter against her.
"Get inside me." Brennan wished it sounded like more of an order, but the plea was apparent in her voice. She was aching for him, desperate to feel him moving inside her, to feel that connection with him. Which was exactly what Booth wanted, and Brennan had to admit that she loved it when he built her up like this. They made love so many different ways since that first time, but there was something explosive about this, with the teasing, slow touches.
He smirked at her in response to her order, grinding against her a little harder for a moment, and Brennan knew that he wasn't going to give in just yet. It truly was amazing that they both still had their underwear on. Booth swept his lips down her stomach, scooting down the bed a little. Brennan let out a sound of disappointment when his hardness was no longer pressed against her, but was quickly distracted when his lips pressed against the wet lace between her legs without any teasing.
He sucked at her through the lace, his big hands holding her thighs apart. Brennan cried Booth's name out and bucked against his mouth. She could feel the heat of his mouth through the fabric, and she felt so close to the edge again, but it wasn't quite enough.
Fisting the blankets at her sides, Brennan pleaded, "Please, Booth. I need… I need more…"
"Tell me what you need," Booth ordered, his voice vibrating against her. She cried out again at the feeling, and Booth wanted nothing more than to lift up and thrust inside her. He loved doing this for her, though, loved what it did for her and how it felt to have her come on his tongue.
Brennan lifted her head to look down at him, wanting to make it absolutely clear that she wanted to come. "Your tongue," she panted. "I want your tongue."
Looking up at her with heated eyes, Booth hooked his fingers in her lacey panties and drew them slowly down her legs. His hands were back on the inside of her thighs instantly, holding her open to his gaze. Leaning forward, he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, making Brennan scream in pleasure. One hand flew to his hair again, gripping the strands and holding him to her. Booth groaned at the pricks of pleasure/pain, grinding his hips into the mattress beneath him. His tongue thrust inside of her then and his thumb pressed against her clit. Brennan came, calling Booth's name again, and she had barely been able to take a breath before Booth had shoved his boxer shorts down and thrust inside her.
They both cried out, and Booth held himself still as Brennan rippled around him and she clutched his shoulders. He kept himself still as his body blanketed hers, and she held on to him as her orgasm seemed endless. Her legs wrapped around him and she held on to him as tight as she possibly could, wanting him as close to her as humanly possible.
He stroked her loose hair back from her face and brushed his lips against her temples, her cheeks, her chin, her lips. Booth looked down at her with those heart-stopping dark eyes, and Brennan could see everything he felt for her in them. All of his passion, his tenderness, his love and respect for her was laid bare for her to see, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him close enough that his lips brushed against hers as she spoke.
"I love you, Seeley Booth," Brennan whispered fiercely. She almost never called him Seeley, but there was something about this moment where she wanted him to know that she knew exactly who he was and that she chose him, that she would always choose him.
Booth smiled at her, and it was a sweet moment that somehow didn't seem at odds with the fact that he was buried deep in her body. He rocked forward just the slightest bit, making them both inhale sharply. His lips brushed over hers again, and his voice was a whisper that matched hers.
"I love you too, Temperance Brennan."
He knew her just as well as she knew him. For some reason, it made Brennan think back to that very first year of their partnership, after they had found her mother. When Booth had hugged her, and told her that he knew who she was… well, that was the moment that Temperance Brennan knew that Seeley Booth would be in her life forever. She had barely been able to admit it to herself then, but she had been right.
Booth kissed Brennan again as he began to move inside of her, slowly, deeply. Her legs drew him in tighter, her hands curving over his shoulders as she clung to him. Her hips moved against him in that perfect time, rotating slowly against him. Booth's knees pressed into the mattress and he swept a hand down her body, stopping to mold one breast before reaching down to grasp her hips.
Booth tilted Brennan's hips just slightly, changing the angle enough that he was moving that much deeper inside of her. It never failed to amaze her, how this dance between them was as natural as breathing. From the very beginning, Booth had understood her cues—had known what the shift of her hips meant, what each moan had asked for, the way she clutched at him when she wanted more. Booth took the time to learn from her exactly what she wanted, just as she had with him.
They hung on that precipice for a long time, moving together in that true lover's dance. And then, it was like they decided at the same time that they both needed more. Booth's hands tightened on her hips and Brennan's fingers dug into his shoulders. She dragged those fingers down his back, making Booth's hips snap even faster against hers.
"Oh God, Booth," Brennan moaned. "Yes… Oh! Yes!"
Booth grunted, having always loved how vocal she was. He didn't want to let go until she did, so he brought one hand between them to circle his fingers over her clit. Brennan let out an incoherent sound of pleasure as the waves battered against her, sending her over into a shuddering orgasm that had Booth immediately following her over the edge.
He came so hard that his hips continued to rock into her even after he was spent. Brennan held him through the entire thing, and the kisses they shared was more about being connected than anything else.
Finally, they both stopped moving and Booth's body was blanketing Brennan's once again. He stayed there for a long moment before he finally came back to himself and realized that he was probably crushing his new wife. Planting his hands on either side of Brennan, Booth went to push up from the mattress, only to be stopped when Brenna slid her arms around his shoulders and held him to her.
"Baby, I'm crushing you," Booth said with a chuckle. They had had this conversation more than once, and it always ended the same way. It still amused Booth to no end, and Brennan liked it as well, or else she wouldn't keep having it with him.
"Mmmm." Brennan stretched beneath him before she tightened her arms around him. "No, you're not."
With another soft laugh, Booth wrapped his arms around Brennan and rolled, so that he was on his back and she was tucked into his side. He managed to maneuver the blankets around them until they were both covered. She pressed her nose into the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply. Booth's comforting scent and the way his hands were stroking soothingly over her back made quick work of lulling her to sleep, and it wasn't long before the warm weight of Brennan against his chest caused Booth to fall asleep as well.
Brennan rolled over and stretched, noting that she was cocooned in the thick, fluffy comforter and that Booth was sitting propped up against the headboard next to her. She glanced at the alarm clock next to the bed and saw that she had slept for almost forty-five minutes, and it was clear that Booth had slept even less. Not that Brennan minded—she wasn't really planning on either of them getting much sleep this weekend.
Shifting on to her side, Brennan tucked her hands beneath her head and watched Booth. He was still naked, with the sheet draped loosely around his hips. With the shadow of stubble on his jaw and his bare chest, Brennan found that she would much rather watch him than whatever was on the television.
Speaking of… Brennan tilted her head towards the television and laughed out loud at what Booth was watching with the volume turned down low. "Football?" she asked. "Really?"
Of course, Booth had known the second she had woken up, and had just been waiting for her to make a comment. Ever since they had gotten together, Brennan had gamely sat through some football games with him. And since she was always eager to learn about new topics, Booth had enjoyed explaining the finer points of the game.
Booth turned the television off and set the remote aside before he leaned down to press a kiss to Brennan's lips. "I only woke up about ten minutes ago," he admitted. "Figured you should get as much sleep as you could."
As always, Booth was vocalizing the thoughts that had just run through Brennan's mind. "Well, I hope you get enough sleep," she told him as she kicked the comforter off and slid under the sheet that was covering Booth.
"What, you gonna hog this blanket too, Bones?" Booth teased as he wrapped an arm around Brennan's shoulders and tugged her closer.
Brennan responded the same way she always did whenever Booth teased her about being a blanket hog. She lifted her nose in the air and said, "I don't steal all of the blankets."
"Yes, you do," Booth volleyed back. "But that's okay, I love it." To prove his point, he pressed the full length of his body against hers, maneuvering the sheet so that it completely covered both of them. Brennan pressed her freezing toes against Booth's calves, and he let out a huff. She gave him a sweet smile in return, blinking innocently up at him.
Shifting closer, Booth pressed his forehead to Brennan's and closed his eyes. He took a few moments to just breathe her in and be with her, in this moment. His other hand snaked over her waist to press to the small of her back and she pressed her own palms to his chest. They laid like that for so long that Brennan thought that Booth might have fallen asleep again. But then his eyes were open, and there was something so deeply emotional in those brown depths that Brennan couldn't hold back the gasp that escaped her lips.
"That letter, Bones," Booth finally managed. He hadn't intended to get so emotional about it so quickly, but just remembering the words Brennan had written for him, and the way her voice sounded when she read them to him, made his heart swell in his chest. "I just… it was…"
Brennan touched his cheek, wanting to assure him that she understood him perfectly. "You don't have to say anything, Booth. I know." And she did. She had seen it in the eyes when they had been reading the letter to him, as her wedding vows. She heard it in his voice when he had been reciting his own vows. She didn't need him to tell her, because she had already seen it. If Brennan had needed any further conformation, it had been in the way Booth had reverently touched her when they made love earlier.
Booth shook his head though. More than just wanting to say it, he felt that he needed to tell her. For years, Brennan had worried about not being able to understand people, or make connections with them. That letter was proof that she had been doing it for years, and that she had probably always had that ability. The fact that she had spent so many years doubting that broke his heart.
"Bones, that letter was one of the best things I've ever heard." Unable to help himself, he brushed his lips over hers tenderly. "It was…" He sighed and shook his head slightly. "Everything between us had been there, from the very beginning. If I had just been a little more honest with myself—"
Brennan cut him off by kissing him again. "Booth, don't." He returned her kiss, but he had that look in his eyes like he was going to protest anyway, and Brennan shook her head and kissed him again. "I wrote that letter when I thought I was going to die," she whispered.
Booth exhaled shakily, and there was such pain in his eyes that Brennan's breath caught in her throat. There was a sheen to those dark brown eyes. And Brennan thought about how much it killed her whenever Booth cried. She stroked his cheek, curving her fingers along the line of his jaw and pressing her forehead against his.
"I wrote it when I thought I wasn't going to see you again," Brennan continued after exhaling a shaky breath. "And I held on to it for seven years. There were… there were so many times when I wanted to give it to you, but I always had a reason not to."
Booth slid a hand to the small of her back, pressing her even closer to him as he just listened to her. He loved listening to her any time, but especially when she opened up like this.
"I was scared," Brennan admitted. Her nose wrinkled slightly, as it always did when she was admitting to something she wasn't the biggest fan of. "I was too scared to share that part of myself with you for the longest time, and it was almost too late."
Now Brennan looked like she was going to cry, and Booth hated that. Wrapping his arms around her entirely, he pulled her into his side so that she was resting against his chest. "Bones, no," he murmured. "You're not the only one who was afraid, alright? I was, too, and I almost…" Booth trailed off and swallowed hard. They had talked about all of that, had understood everything.
"It wasn't too late for us," Booth continued. "It was never going to be too late for us."
Brennan finally cracked a smile, and it warmed Booth from the inside out. She laughed a little bit and said, "You're always so sure with you theories of fate." Reaching up, she threaded her fingers through his hair and kissed him tenderly. "And after all this, I might believe you. Though I'll deny it if you say anything."
Booth chuckled and kissed her again. "Will you read the letter to me again?"
Smiling at him, Brennan climbed out of bed without bothering to put a stitch of clothing on. She reached into her purse and pulled the battered piece of paper out, and then returned to the bed. Instead of sliding under the covers next to him, Brennan yanked the sheet back and straddled Booth's waist.
Smiling, Booth stroked his hands down her back, passing briefly over her bottom before he settled them on her hips. She started reading, her voice low and intimate. And when she got to the part about when she tried to sneak a peek at him, he always already looking at her, he couldn't help his laugh. From the very beginning, Booth had been so very obvious. Now, Booth finally understood what people meant when they said Brennan had been obvious as well. In her own way, she had done the same as him.
"God, Bones," Booth murmured when Brennan had finished reading and looked down at him with those shining blue eyes. "I love you so much."
He leaned up at the same time that she ducked down, and they met in the middle, kissing fiercely. When they parted for air, Brennan safely set the letter on the bedside table and then kissed him again, rotating her hips against his. They both moaned, and Booth tangled his fingers in her hair as he thrust up underneath her.
They both froze when Booth's fingers got stuck among the tangled strands of her former elaborate updo. All of the hair spray had made Brennan's hair a bit of a knotty mess, although Booth did like the disheveled, sexed up look on her. At the same time, they both started laughing, and it dissolved into a complete fit of what they could only describe as giggles. Brennan buried her face in Booth's chest, and they both shook with laughter.
Sitting up, Booth hugged Brennan to him and smacked a loud kiss against her lips. "I think a shower is in order." He grasped Brennan's thighs and stood up, carrying her to the bathroom.
"I think you're right," Brennan agreed as she wrapped her arms around Booth's neck and kissed his chin.
Booth laughed again, and he sat Brennan on the counter of the vanity before he went into the shower and turned on the water, using the touch screen to adjust it to the perfect, steamy temperature. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"
Brennan's nose wrinkled, but she still pretended not to know what he was talking about. "Repeat what?"
"That I was right."
She lifted her chin and crossed her arms over her chest, causing her breasts to be pushed up in a rather distracting way. "I believe you heard me the first time, Booth."
While he waited for the shower to warm up, Booth stepped in between Brennan's legs and kissed her again. He carefully pulled the remaining pins out of her hair, until the auburn waves tumbled fully over her shoulders. They got distracted then, trading heated kisses and letting their hands wander. Booth was slowly grinding his erection against Brennan's warm, wet center, with his hands gripping her hips and hers stroking all over his back. They only became aware of the steam in the air made their skin damp, but it still didn't stop Booth from attaching his lips to her neck and scraping his teeth over her pulse point.
"This bathroom is pretty damn nice," Booth said against her neck.
"Mmmm," Brennan agreed as her fingers combed through his hair. She let out a gasp when Booth pulled her tighter against him, grinding against her without any penetration in a way that always drove her insane and made her wet with desire.
It was one of those fancy ones, with a large, stand-in shower with the five different shower heads, and a separate tub big enough to fit at least four people. The tile beneath their feet was heated and the towels were thick and fluffy. Booth could certainly get used to heated tiles, and he wondered if he could talk Brennan into getting them put into the house. It was an indulgence to be sure, but it was one that made Booth's feet ache a little less.
Picking Brennan up off of the counter, Booth carried her into the shower and set her under the gentle spray. He made sure her hair was thoroughly wet before he picked up one of the spa-quality shampoos and poured a generous amount into his hands. He lathered it between his palms and carefully worked it through Brennan's hair, his fingers massaging against her scalp. Brennan moaned softly and tilted her head back into his sure hands, loving every touch of his body against hers.
When he was done, they both stood under the water until the shampoo was completely rinsed from Brennan's hair. He smoothed some of the conditioner through as well, and then Brennan soaped up her hands and lathered Booth's hair as well. When he let out a shuddering breath and pressed against her, she melted completely into him. It always gave her such a heady feeling, to know that she made him feel as good as he made her feel.
Once their hair was rinsed again, Booth grabbed the body wash and squirted some into Brennan's open palms, before doing the same to his own. They built each other up again with each soapy stroke of their hands across their bodies. By the time the suds were completely gone from their bodies, Brennan was a trembling mess in Booth's arms. Still, there was only one thing on her mind, and nothing was going to stop her from getting it.
Wrapping her arms around Booth's neck, Brennan pulled him close and kissed him deeply. He slid one hand around to her bottom, palming it and pulling her against him so that he could grind against her. His other hand tangled in her smooth, wet hair, tilting her head to the best angle to deepen the kiss even further.
Once they parted, Brennan sank to her knees. Booth blinked in surprise, but it was gone on a moan when Brennan wrapped her slim fingers around his hard cock. She looked up at him through half-lidded, desired-filled eyes, and he cursed under his breath.
"Bones," he breathed, completely entranced. "Oh, God…"
With a small smile, Brennan leaned forward and licked at the tip of his cock. He moaned again and rested one hand on the back of her head. Then, without warning, her mouth opened and her lips wrapped around him, sliding down his shaft as far as she could.
Booth let out a hoarse shout as his body jerked, and he did his very best to keep himself still. Brennan didn't want that, though. She wanted him to lose all control, in the way that only she could make him do. Brennan slid her hands around Booth's ass and gently pressed forward, encouraging him to move his hips. Booth, of course, did not disappoint.
With a groan of surrender, Booth began to gently thrust his hips into her mouth. Brennan sucked and used the perfect combination of lips and the slight graze of teeth, and Booth did his very best to hold on because it felt so damn good. He always felt more than a little out of control when Brennan got her mouth on him like this, and now was no different.
But then he got a look at the way she had a hand between her legs, at the way she was pleasuring herself while she sucked him off. She moaned around him, and that was it for him—his hips jerked as he came, and she took it all.
"Fuck, Bones," Booth grunted as he pulled her to her feet. She went willingly, pressing her body against his as she kissed him. Booth clasped her bottom in his hands, stroking his hands down her thighs to massage soothingly at her knees. The move was so tender that Brennan moaned, straining on her tip toes until Booth lifted her into his arms.
He pressed against her the wall of the shower, the contrast of the cool tile against her back and the heated column of Booth's body against her front was enough to make Brennan shudder against him. His kissed her again and then moved his lips to her neck as one hand kept her supported under her bottom, while the other slipped between her legs.
Brennan moaned his name when two of his long fingers slipped between her wet folds. He wasted no time, plunging those fingers inside of her while his thumb circled her clit. She writhed against him, her hips bucking as her fingers dug into his shoulders. Still somehow managing to keep her balanced against the wall while his fingers moved inside of her, Booth kissed his way down to Brennan's breasts and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Her nails dragged down his back, her moans getting progressively louder with each pull of his lips and each twist of his fingers inside of her.
When he switched to her other breast, dragging his teeth over her nipple as his fingers rubbed against that spot inside of her, Brennan came with a shout of his name. She clutched at him as her lips pressed to his neck, helpless against the waves of ecstasy that were battering her body.
Brennan finally came back to herself a full minute later, and she wasn't terribly surprised to find that she and Booth were now tangled together on the floor of the shower as the steamy water continued to cascade around their bodies. One of the perks of the honeymoon suite was the never-ending supply of hot water, and Booth and Brennan stayed there until Brennan mumbled something about conserving water.
With a groan, Booth stood and pulled Brennan to her feet with him. He turned the shower off and stepped out, grabbing a set of towels for them. They quickly dried off and climbed back into bed within minutes.
"I love you, Booth," Brennan said around a yawn as she tossed the comforter over both of them and curled into his side.
Booth grinned at her effort to share the blankets, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I love you too, Bones."
Booth woke up an hour later, and was surprised to find that Brennan was watching him with sleepy eyes. His brain wasn't fully functioning yet, but he was immediately concerned as he reached a hand out to cup her cheek.
"Bones, you okay?" he asked around a yawn as he slowly began to wake up. A thought occurred to him as he tried to chase the sleep away, and he blurted it out without preamble: "Did you have a nightmare?"
He had known that reading the letter she had written to him while she and Hodgins had been buried alive had to have stirred up some feelings within her. Hell, it made him think of things that he'd honestly rather forget, so it wasn't any wonder that it might have had an effect on Brennan.
She smiled gently at him and leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "No, I didn't," she assured him. In fact, Brennan had stopped having nightmares about her time with Gravedigger around the time she had gotten pregnant with Christine. She had had so much proof over the years that Booth had been there for her, no matter what. Something had healed within her, once she and Booth finally crossed over that line and stopped fighting their true feelings.
Booth exhaled in relief and nodded his head. "I just wasn't sure if reading the letter had brought anything back up…"
"I haven't had any true nightmares about the Gravedigger in three years, Booth. There was the residual bad dreams that popped up right around the anniversary of both of their kidnappings, but that was to be expected and wasn't truly any cause for alarm. "And I am very happy that I finally shared that letter with you."
Booth watched her for a long moment before his mouth was suddenly covering hers in a deep kiss. "Me too, Bones," he murmured against her lips. "Me too."
Booth kissed her again because he loved her so much, and that letter had been so beautiful, they had two beautiful children, family that loved them, and they were married now. They had so many reasons to be happy and for once, there was nothing hanging over their heads. They could have this and just… be together.
"Say your vows to me again, Booth," Brennan breathed as she settled on top of him, thighs snug on either side of his hips. Her soft center pressed against the hardness she could feel lengthening underneath her, and Booth seemed to get thoroughly distracted once she was plastered against him.
"My… what?" Booth blinked as his hands fell to her hips. "The ones I wrote?" Even though he had them written down, he had memorized them well before the wedding. The note cards had been just in case he had blanked in the middle of the ceremony. It turned out he didn't need them, though, because he had spoken from the heart. He always seemed to do better that way.
Brennan smiled patiently. "The ones you said to me." Leaning forward, she brushed her lips teasingly against his. "You were there, Booth. The ones you promised to me when we became man and wife."
Even as Booth groaned a little at her teasing, he grinned. He loved it when she got playful like this. "Oh, those vows."
He kissed her again, deep and slow. She melted against him, every curve of her body pressed completely against his. And then, when she was sufficiently distracted, Booth flipped Brennan beneath him. She gasped, looking up at him with eyes wide with arousal. Pulling back just slightly, he rubbed his nose against hers.
"Almost ten years ago, we had been standing in that spot," Booth murmured, his lips brushing against Brennan's with each word. "It was the beginning, before we really knew each other." The way his hand trailed down the curve of her cheek made it clear that he knew her entirely, now. He was one of the people that knew her best.
Brennan wasn't surprised that Booth was able to recite the vows he had made up on the spot with perfect memory. He always did have rather excellent attention to detail.
"I was trying to get away from you, because you were irritating me," Booth continued. He kissed the tip of her nose, and just as they had earlier that day during the wedding ceremony, they smiled at the memory of that moment.
His hands stroked up her legs next, sweeping around to the inside of her thighs. "And you chased me down and you caught up to me." His fingers teased higher and higher, but he still didn't touch Brennan where she had begun to throb with desire. His hands swept down the line of her legs again.
Booth moved then, his lips kissing a hot, wet trail down her neck and to her chest. He nuzzled between her breasts. "I said to you, listen, I just have to get all my ducks in a row." Shifting slightly, Booth's lips closed around one of her nipples, sucking lightly before his tongue rubbed against it. Brennan gasped, arching beneath him as her fingers locked in his hair. Booth kissed his way over to her other breasts, murmuring, "And you said," he added, before he sucked her other nipple into his mouth.
Brennan's thighs spread further and she pressed against him, rubbing against his hard cock. "I can be a duck," she panted, her voice breathy and full of desire. Booth spent quite a bit of time on her breasts after that, teasing her with his hot mouth, the scrape of his teeth, and the way his tongue moved.
Moving back up, Booth spread her thighs a little further apart and settled between them. "We've been chasing each other a long time," Booth said, his voice growing more and more husky with each word. His hands, with those calloused palms, stroked up and down her thighs once again.
She didn't want to interrupt the way he was beautifully reciting those wonderful vows, but Brennan needed Booth to touch her. The desire coursing through her body was almost too much to bear. So she let a moan escape, licking her lips as she brought her hands up to move over the cut muscles of his back.
Booth smirked at her a little and took Brennan's hands, pressing them into the mattress above her head. The message was clear: keep them there. When her eyes flashed with desire and she licked her lips, he knew that she understood and finally moved his fingers between her legs, delicately touching her folds.
Booth cursed when he felt just how wet she was. It was to the point that just by brushing his fingers over her folds, they were coated with her arousal. He brought his fingers to his lips, popping them into his mouth and sucking her wetness from his fingers. She gasped, rolling her hips in an effort to get him to touch her even more.
"We've been chasing each other through wars and serial killers and ghosts and snakes." As he spoke, his fingers continued to stroke her, not touching her deeply. The teasing kiss of his fingers only served to arouse her even further, as was the hot, wet kisses he was placing along her collar bone and neck. His teeth scarped gently against her pulse point, and she gasped his name.
Grasping her hips, Booth rolled Brennan to her stomach. She moaned loudly, her hands clutching the sheets beneath her. Booth's lips landed at the small of her back, pressing a kiss there before he licked a trail up her spine.
"Chasing you has been the smartest thing I've ever done in my life." Booth's lips followed her spine back down and he tilted her hips up, attaching his mouth to her soaked center from behind. His tongue moved languidly against her clit, keeping her on the edge and making her desperate for him. Booth groaned against her, addicted to her taste.
Before he got too carried away, he remembered that he had something to finish. So Booth slowed the movement of his tongue and then moved back up her body. Brennan groaned at the loss of his wicked tongue, but let out a pleasure filled sigh when his fingers replaced it. He pressed light circles around her clit with two of his fingers, and her hips bucked backwards towards him. The sounds she was making now were low and continuous, little gasping moans of pleasure that was driving Booth absolutely insane.
"Being chased by you has been my greatest joy." Booth kissed along her shoulder, starting at the rounded curve before moving up her neck, and to that spot behind her ear that never failed to make her gasp his name. "But now, we don't have to chase each other." Those two long fingers plunged inside of her, stroking her in the most perfect place.
His mouth was by her ear now, his teeth nipping at the delicate lobe. The last line of his vows was whispered in her ear, the same time his thumb pressed directly against her clit. "Because we caught each other."
Her orgasm washed over her like a warm wave, making her shudder as she pressed back against his fingers. Booth stayed hovering over her as Brennan came down from her orgasm, his fingers still stroking slowly between her legs. His arms and legs bracketed her body, and when Brennan finally caught her breath, she shifted on to her elbows, pressing her bottom into his erection. He cursed again, his hands grasping her hips tightly.
"Booth, please," Brennan pleaded. She wanted to feel him everywhere, wanted him to cover her and be one with her. "Oh, Booth, I need you."
He pulled her up further by her hips, so that she was now on her hands and knees. "I need you too, Bones," he groaned as he pressed inside of her. He had to hold himself still for long moment, struggling not to come from the feel of her wrapped around him, all tight and hot and still so wet from her previous orgasm.
"Booth, oh…" She pressed back into him, wanting, needing him to move. He began a slow pace, pulling all the way out before slowly thrusting back in. It surprised Brennan, just how much she wanted this slow pace, how much it was arousing her. She could feel him, so deeply, and with the way Booth's chest was pressed against her back, she felt surrounded by him completely.
"Fuck, Bones," Booth grunted. "Oh, god, yes, baby…" One hand left her hips to stroke up her stomach, until he could fondle her breasts. His other hand moved around to dip between her thighs, slicking over clit again. Brennan tightened around him and Booth couldn't hold on any longer. He came almost violently, and the feel of him shooting inside of her made Brennan come again.
They collapsed onto the mattress, with Booth's body blanketing Brennan's entirely. They laid like that for a few long moments, just trying to catch their breath. Booth finally managed to shift to the side, rolling to his back and pulling Brennan with him.
She nuzzled into his chest, rubbing her lips against his smooth, warm skin. Yawning, Brennan tried her very best to fight sleep. She didn't want to miss a moment of this night, but it seemed that the excitement of the day, paired with all of their lovemaking, had lulled Brennan into a state of complete contentment and relaxation.
Booth, of course, easily guessed this. He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead as his hands moved in soothing circles over her back. He yawned himself, more than ready to take a longer nap as well. "Sleep, Bones," he whispered. "We have the rest of our lives."
Booth was certainly right about that. And with that lovely thought, both Booth and Brennan slipped into sleep.
They spent all of Saturday making love and eating and watching old black and white movies that they both loved. Booth even convinced her at one point to dance with him in the middle of the hotel room, their naked bodies pressed together as they swayed to the music that Booth had selected from his phone being hooked up to the sound system in the suite. That had led to a passionate coupling against the wall, before they had fallen, exhausted, into bed once again.
They both woke up on Sunday morning just as the sun was beginning to rise. Brennan stretched before she rolled over on to her stomach, sliding her arm across Booth's naked back. The sheet had fallen to both of their waists, and Brennan wasn't at all surprised to find that Booth was awake and watching her.
"Morning," Brennan said around a yawn.
Booth trailed his fingers down her spine before his palm settled at the small of her back. "Morning, baby."
A sleepy smile graced Brennan's lips, and Booth grinned at her in return. She had a secret soft spot for the little pet names he used in their more private moments. She had admitted as much to him about a year and a half ago, not long after she had returned from being on the run because of Pelant. Once things had become a little more resolved between the two of them, they had been lying in bed, close enough that their foreheads were touching. Brennan had whispered that she liked it when Booth called her "baby" and she had missed it during those three months. Booth, of course, had loved the admission, but had done his very best not to use the endearments too often. He liked the look on her face when he surprised her with it.
"You sleep okay?" Booth asked.
Brennan's smile widened as she scooted closer to Booth. She threw a leg over his hip, only settling once the entire front of her body was pressed against his. "You don't have to keep asking me that, Booth. I promise I'm not having any nightmares because of the letter." She kissed him, deep and slow. "But it's sweet of you to ask."
"I just…" Booth let out a sigh and slid his hand down the line of her thigh, groaning a little as it pressed her closer to him. "That letter was a big deal to you. You told me about it almost three years ago."
"And you told me to wait until I was ready to read it," Brennan reminded him quickly. "I was still having nightmares about the Gravedigger and everything that had happened to us because of her." She paused for a long moment, pressing her lips together as she gathered her thoughts. It had still been difficult to think about the letter she had written to Booth in such a vulnerable moment, and all of the time she had thought about giving it to him. Brennan's relationship to Booth had still been so new then, and they were still navigating those beginning parts of the relationship. "I wasn't ready to share that while still thinking about the pain that we had gone through."
"And now?" Booth asked, needing to know.
Brennan shrugged a little. "We have a family, and a life together now. Things are different. We're different. We are not the same people that we were when The Gravedigger's guilty verdict was handed down."
Exhaling slowly, Booth kissed Brennan again. "You're right. We aren't." They really weren't the same, and Booth was incredibly thankful for that. Things after that trial had been so precarious between them, in so many different ways. While sometimes Booth wondered if everything that had happened that night only made things worse between them, he found that he couldn't really regret it.
When things got bad between Booth and Brennan after they had come back from their separate sabbaticals—and things had gotten really, really bad—he found that he secretly held on to that moment between them, when they had thrown caution to the wind and let go of their inhibitions for those few, incredible moments. It had given Booth hope that eventually, everything between him and Brennan would work out.
And he had been right.
Booth rolled onto his back, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her on top of him. His fingers tangled in her hair, and he tilted her head so that he could look into those clear blue eyes. "I love you, Bones. So damn much."
Brennan stared into Booth's eyes as well, taking in how they were so dark, so serious. She could see, so clearly in his gaze, how much he wished he could have gone back to erase all of that hurt between them. And while Brennan sometimes wished that things hadn't been quite so difficult, she found that she wouldn't change any of it in the end. They were living their happy ending, after all. Brennan would certainly never admit to that aloud, but in the privacy of her own mind… the little girl that held on to the picture of her dream wedding dress still believed in happy endings. And she was so very happy that she ended up here.
"I love you too, Booth," she whispered. "I…" She swallowed hard, her fingers feathering over the fine lines of his face. "I think I loved you before I even knew what love really was."
There was another long moment when they just stared into each other's eyes, soaking one another in. Finally, Booth kissed her again, hard and deep, his lips urgent against hers. "Bones, God, if you knew what you did to me…"
He kissed her again, his hands stroking down her body until they molded the globes of her bottom. He pressed her against him, rocking her slowly into his erection. She moaned against his lips, reaching between them to wrap her fingers around his cock. She stroked slowly, tightly, her thumb rubbing over the head of his cock in a way that made him buck underneath her.
Everything moved slowly between them, and a passionate, hypnotizing haze settled over Booth and Brennan as they moved perfectly together. Brennan remained straddling him as her hands stroked all over his body. Each touch she made was mirrored by Booth, and they traded slow, drugging kisses the entire time. Booth sat up on one elbow as he kissed his way to her breasts, taking his time with them as he pleasured her with his mouth. Brennan moaned as he held her against him, rolling her hips slowly against the hardness beneath her.
They teased and they touched and they whispered how good it felt, how much they needed this, need each other. Brennan was still straddling Booth when she lifted up, taking him inside of her. Booth's hands on her hips guided her, and they both moaned loudly once their hips were pressed tightly together.
"Oh my god," Brennan panted, her hands pressed against Booth's chest. "Oh, Booth…"
She tightened around him as her hands stroked over his chest, and Booth cursed harshly as he his head fell back against the pillows underneath him. "Fuck, Bones, please move, please…"
Brennan began to swivel her hips in a slow rotation, her fingers splayed across the broad planes of Booth's chest. He let her go, anchoring her with his hands on her hips as he just followed along with her slow rocking. Booth ran his hands up her stomach, palming her breasts, molding and stroking and running his fingers teasingly around her nipples. Brennan gasped his name, growing even tighter and warmer and wetter around him, her knees pressing into his hips.
Booth shouted her name and, unable to keep still, bucked underneath her. Brennan threw her head back with a loud moan, covering his hands with hers on her breasts. "Yes, Booth, oh God, yes…" She trailed off, incoherent in her pleasure.
"Baby, please," Booth groaned, unsure of what it was that he was really asking for. He wanted her to come, he wanted to come, he wanted to pull her close and connect with her in every way that there possibly was, he wanted this feeling to last forever.
Sliding one hand up to the nape of her neck and one around to her back, Booth tugged Brennan down until he could kiss her. The rocking movement of their bodies became faster but was still perfectly in synch. Booth's tongue in her mouth mimicked the thrust of her hips, and the way that she was plastered against the front of his body was damn stimulating. Every single point of pleasure in her body rubbed against Booth, both inside and out, and now she was just moaning his name continuously as everything within her tightened.
Booth came just as Brennan did, both of them shuddering and gasping and holding on to one another as tightly as they could. Finally, when Brennan came back to herself, she found that she was now limply draped over Booth's chest, with her face buried in his neck. His broad, warm palms stroked over her back, and Brennan essentially melted into him.
"We might kill each other before this weekend is over," Booth finally managed.
Brennan dissolved into giggles, and she thought that there might actually be a bit of truth to that. "Death by sex?" she teased.
Booth laughed outright at that and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her to him. "Wow, a sex joke? I must have really fried your brain."
"I think you did," Brennan admitted. She felt so boneless and completely satisfied, and from the way that Booth was relaxed underneath her, he felt the same way. "And truly, all I can really think about is getting something to eat."
Laughing again, Booth lifted his head and glanced around the room. He wasn't at all embarrassed to think about the fact that they had pretty much been naked since he had stripped her wedding dress off of her and she had stripped his tuxedo off of him. They had eventually managed to get those two garments hung up, but their bags had remained otherwise untouched. The honeymoon suite had been well-stocked with all sorts of fun food in the kitchenette beforehand, and room service had been delivered timely throughout the day, and a discrete knock let them know that their food had arrived.
As soon as Brennan spoke, there was a light knock at the door, indicating that their breakfast had been delivered. Being that this was a high-end hotel, Booth and Brennan had each filled out preference sheets before their stay, indicating what they preferred to eat throughout the day. Booth rolled Brennan to the side, pressed a smacking kiss to her cheek, and hopped out of bed. He haphazardly pulled his robe on, tightening it around him before he opened the door and wheeled the cart in.
"Breakfast in bed on our last morning here?" Booth suggested.
"Sure." Brennan sat up and scooted back on the bed, pulling the sheet up to cover her chest. While she normally considered breakfast in bed to be somewhat impractical, she had to admit that she didn't want to miss out on the chance to indulge now.
Booth brought her plate and a set of silverware over to her, along with a two champagne flutes and a pitcher of mimosas. The plate was loaded down with thick French toast drowning in maple syrup, and a side of fresh fruit. Booth's plate had the same, only the side of fruit was replaced by thick-cut bacon. They pushed the thick comforter aside to give them room to eat and settled in to enjoy their last decadent meal in the honeymoon suite.
"So," Booth began after he had shoved a chunk of French toast into his mouth. "We only have a couple of hours left in the suite. As soon as we leave, we're husband and wife."
Brennan's brow furrowed, and she thought about Booth's observation for a long moment before she popped a raspberry into her mouth. "I don't know what that means," she finally said. "We're already husband and wife, aren't we?"
Booth smiled at her and plucked a strawberry off of Brennan's plate. He managed to bite into one half of it before Brennan tried to take a swipe at it and get it back. Booth held it just out of her reach, his smile turning into a smirk. Brennan made another grab for it and Booth held the strawberry out, offering it to her. Brennan bit into the other half of the berry and playfully nipped at Booth's fingers, causing a groan to rumble from his throat.
"We are," Booth agreed. "But, you know, we just had this big wedding. And now we've been here, in this honeymoon suite, for the past three days. When we leave here, we're back in the real world."
"I suppose you're right," Brennan agreed. "I can't imagine too many things will change, however."
Sure, they might not have as much uninterrupted time together, and the being naked the entire time would probably be a no-go, but they would still talk and make love and do all of the things that they had been doing before the wedding ceremony.
"Yeah, you're right," Booth said with another smile. Reaching out, he tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear. Brennan caught his hand in hers and pulled it towards her lips, pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand. The significance of the tender gesture wasn't lost on Booth; Brennan knew that Booth often felt that his hands had cause quite a bit of damage, and she wanted him to know that she loved his hands. For quite a few reasons, if she was being honest with herself.
"Real life is pretty great for us, isn't it?" He lifted a piece of bacon and bit into it, and then considered it for a moment. He remembered when Brennan had been pregnant with Christine, and how bacon had been banned for the first trimester, and well into he second. It made him wonder… "Bones, have you ever thought about having another kid?"
She got that look on her face, that blank one that he had seen before quite a few times over the course of their partnership and then later, their relationship. There had always been plenty of reasons for that particular look: Booth had noticed something in a case that she had missed, or he had said something that caught her off guard. It was only there for a split second, and then she smiled beautifully at him.
"I have," she had admitted with a small smile. "Not… not any time soon, of course. But maybe… in a little while?"
"Yeah, Bones." Reaching across their plates to cup her face in his hands, Booth pressed a sweet kiss to her lips. "In a little while."
Pulling into the driveway of their home, Booth put the car into park and looked over at Brennan with a full, Boothy grin on his face. "Welcome home, wife. You ready to face our two over-excited children, who have likely been spoiled completely and totally by their grandparents all weekend?"
Brennan shot him a look, one that let him know this would be one of the very few times Booth could get away with calling her wife like that. "I'm ready, husband. I've missed our children quite a bit."
Taking advantage of their last few moments alone, Booth leaned over the console and pulled Brennan in for a passionate kiss. She was breathless when they finally parted, her blue eyes sparkling as a smile lit up her face.
Just as they pulled apart, they heard excited exclamations of "Mommy! Daddy!" coming from their front yard. The front door had swung open, and Max and Marianne had let Christine and Parker loose. As a wedding gift of sorts to Booth and Brennan, Rebecca had arranged for Parker to stay with them for two weeks, since the school that he attended was on fall break. They would all get to spend Halloween together, and Parker would be with them until Booth and Brennan left on their honeymoon.
As Christine began to run across the yard with Parker right behind her, Booth got out of the car and came around to open Brennan's door. Taking the hand that he offered her, Brennan climbed out and briefly thought about the worn, dirt-stained letter that was safely tucked into her purse.
So many years ago, in a rare moment of vulnerability and honesty at a time when she thought her life might end, Temperance Brennan allowed herself to imagine what it would be like if she told Booth about her developing feelings. As those feelings deepened and grew, Brennan kept them behind her carefully constructed walls. Even when she worked to deny her feelings for Booth, she never could find it within her to throw out the letter she had written during those desperate moments, buried alive and trapped in a car. At one point, when Brennan had finally come to terms with the fact that she was in love with Booth, she had feared that she was too late, and that she had lost him forever.
But as Booth had proven for years, she had never really lost him. Ever since that day that Booth had walked into Brennan's lecture hall, it was like he had cemented his place in her life forever. No matter what she tried to do, no matter how far she tried to run, Seeley Booth somehow always ended up back in her life. Temperance Brennan didn't necessarily believe in fate, but a part of her had to admit that maybe… it was always supposed to be this way.
Now, looking at how their children ran towards them, and feeling the way that Booth's hand settled into it's customary place at the small of her back, Brennan wouldn't have traded a moment, because it might have meant that things would be different now. And Brennan had to admit that things were pretty amazing.
Christine launched herself into Booth's arms, and Parker hugged Brennan tightly around the waist. Booth met Brennan's eyes over their children's heads, and he grinned at her. She smiled back and stepped closer so that they could share a one hug.
Yeah, things didn't get much better than this.
Whew! I meant to get this out much sooner than I actually did, but this semester of graduate school is killing me a little bit. I have four classes and a full time job, and the rest of my free time is spent… sleeping. Writing is still something that I love to do, and it's been fun for me, so I try to do it when I can.
This has been fun to write, and I have a bunch more Booth and Brennan stuff that I want to write. I really do enjoy writing the two of them. And since I've been watching re-runs while I study, it's given me plenty of inspiration. Thanks for reading, and please let me know what you think!