Finally spring is starting in Germany but we are still here celebrating Christmas. Thanks again for all your reviews. Excited about every one of them.
He was beaming at her, and suddenly, her heart started beating wildly.
She couldn't hide the joy she felt at seeing him again. Her first intent was to throw herself into his arms, but at the last moment, she thought about all the surveillance cameras. They had decided to keep their relationship private as long as possible, while they figured things out, so throwing herself at him would definitely be counter-productive.
"Hi!" She greeted him, a little breathless.
He couldn't help but to take her hand and squeeze it.
"You ready?" He smiled at her warmly.
Nodding, she gathered her coat and bag, and together, they left the Jeffersonian. As soon as they were in the car he cupped her face and pressed his soft lips to hers.
"Missed you," he winked, started the car and they drove home, to her home. After emptying the trunk, they carried everything upstairs. He put the grocery bags in her kitchen, but was unsure about where to put his duffle bag.
"Um, Bones?" He held the bag in his hands, lifting it a bit and gave her a questioning look.
With a smug smile, she took it and placed it directly in her bedroom. It was a little awkward, being the first time, but they would learn to manage these situations. There would come a time, they were both certain, when they'd feel equally comfortable in either of their apartments.
As promised, he helped her decorate the room for the upcoming dinner party. They prepared the dishes that could hold until the following day while simultaneously making dinner for that evening, too. The partners worked side by side, slipping into the domesticity of their budding relationship easier than might have been expected.
Every now and then, however, he paused his own duties to watch her. He just loved their new togetherness. Over the last 30 hours he had felt a contentedness settled into his soul like never before. He almost had to pinch himself to prove that everything was real.
Unbeknownst to him, she had noticed his longing glances. She could feel his burning gaze and it warmed her from the inside out. He was not, it would seem, the only one enjoying their new partnership.
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Their intimate dinner was consumed amidst easy banter, the kitchen cleaned and left-overs packed away. Once the Christmas tree was lit, they sat on the couch, sipping some wine while listening to Christmas songs on which he'd insisted. One arm around her shoulder, Booth held her close as his hand absently played with a strand of hair.
"What do you think, should we tell our friends about us?" She turned to him in question.
"No. Let's keep it to ourselves for as long as possible. There have been rumors about us for years, they can continue a little longer. As soon as they know, there will be endless comments, and unwanted advice and questions, especially from Ange. They'll find out eventually, but let's not tell them just yet."
"What goes on between us, that should be ours." She remembered what he'd told her not too long ago.
"Yeah!" He bent down to kiss her, whispering against her lips. "And there will be a lot going on between us!" With that, he closed the gap. Within seconds, the kiss intensified, growing more and more heated. Tongues dueled, hands roamed, and clothes became increasingly disheveled.
"Booth, take me to bed," she breathed against his jawline.
Slowly, he took her hand and led her to the bedroom. She must have lit the bedside lamp when she brought his bag in earlier. The light was not very bright, just enough so they could see one another. Brennan started to remove her shirt, but Booth stopped her movements.
"Please, let me. I kinda missed my chance yesterday. I'd love to undress you, if that's ok with you?" He gave her a pleading look and she answered wordlessly, lowering her hands and waiting for him to take over.
They took their time undressing each other. Every newly revealed piece of skin was cherished with soft strokes and open mouth kisses. She gasped when he touched her bare breasts, and he groaned when her hands slowly removed his boxers. Finally, they were skin-to-skin.
"Let me make love to you." She pressed a soft kiss to his neck and Booth sensed that this was important to her.
He laid down, relinquishing control to Brennan. She straddled him, her heat pressing against his already rock-hard erection. It sent shivers through his body. Her hands were roaming over his chest, exploring every muscle, every dimple, every scar. Her mouth followed her fingers, licking, sucking, making him moan with desire.
Ohh, she was a skilled lover. When she stroked him, her hand clasped tightly around him, it forced his hips to lift from the bed. Desire was pumping hot through his veins, and with one quick motion, she sank down onto him completely.
He'd closed his eyes, concentrating only on her touch, but at the sudden change in her position, his eyes flew open to the most beautiful view he could imagine. He was buried to the hilt, completely surrounded by Brennan's heat. Her hands were pressed to his chest, giving her the leverage necessary. Slowly, she shifted up and down as his eyes followed every movement. He reached up, his desire to touch her was too overwhelming to deny. Their eyes met and held.
"You're gorgeous," was all he could mutter as he looked up at her in awe. His hands were roaming over her heated skin.
Waves of pleasure coursed through their bodies. Suddenly, he felt her clenching around him, her head fell back, and she cried out his name. He followed quickly, pumping liquid heat deep inside her.
Finally, she fell forward onto his chest, and he immediately wrapped his arms around her trembling body. They were still connected and he couldn't let her go, his hands softly stroking her back, his face nuzzling into her hair.
"I love you, Booth." This was spoken so hushed against his skin that he nearly missed it.
"Oh, Bones, I love you too," he smiled broadly and peppered small kisses all over her face, and finally her mouth. After several moments, he rolled her to his side and wrapped them in the sheets.
Christmas Eve Day ... their Christmas miracle.
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At some point during the night, she slipped from his grasp. She was laying on her stomach, facing him with one arm tucked under her head. Already awake he was watching her sleep, filing the image away into his memory. In the silence of Christmas morning, Booth made his personal Christmas wish that every morning, from then on, would be like this. He couldn't resist lightly stroking her back with his fingertips, up to the nape of her neck and back down again, until he reached the hem of the sheet that covered her lower part.
She opened her eyes, smiling at him, but she didn't move.
"Good morning, gorgeous!" He pressed a light kiss to her shoulder and smiled back at her.
"Will it always be like this?" Her question came hesitantly.
"What do you mean, exactly?"
"Like the last two days, like now... You and me…. How we are together." She wasn't sure how to verbalize her feelings and emotions, and she hoped Booth would understand her question.
"No." He felt her freeze for just a second before he continued. "And yes..." There was a big frown on her forehead. He tried to explain what he meant.
"Look, over the last two days, it's like we've been in a cocoon. Nothing's disturbed us - no case, no phones, no annoying friends, no trouble. It won't always be like this. There will be exhausting times where we work late, cases that'll deeply disturb us…. There'll be stress, and maybe an illness now and then. We will bicker or, sometimes, we may even have a fight. But that never means that we don't love each other anymore."
He kept his hand roaming over her back and arms.
"Aaannnd... There will be times we go on a date, maybe watch a movie together. We will be spending time with Parker, or our friends. We'll go grocery shopping, prepare meals, do laundry…" He smiled softly. "We'll be making new memories, Bones."
He pressed a kiss next to her ear and whispered with husky playfulness. "And, we will go on weekend getaways to fancy places. We will spend lazy Sundays in bed. We will make love - long and slow, fast and hard, and everything in between. And other times, I'll just hold you 'til we fall asleep."
He watched her processing his words. He had more to add while he had her attention. "We have to make one promise to each other, though, that we will never go to sleep angry with one another, or with a problem or misunderstanding lingering between us. That's advise I got from Pops. At the end of the day, I want you in my arms. I want to be able to hold you, to tell you that I love you, to know that you are safe."
He could literally see her brain working, so he let her. They had all the time they wanted.
"How can you be so sure? What if, years from now, you find someone who is nicer than me, or more visually pleasing, or anything else? What if you stop loving me?"
"I just know. There will never be anyone else for me. I know it." He moved closer to her, his arms stretching around her body, hugging her while she still was laying flat on her stomach.
"You know Charlton Heston?"
"Was he a scientist?"
"Oh, Bones, one day you have to get this television." He rolled his eyes and grinned. "No, he was a famous actor. Died at age 84 last year. He was married for 64 years. He was a handsome guy and made movies with a lot of beautiful women. On his 30th wedding anniversary, and interviewer asked what was the secret of his happy marriage; how could he have resisted all the beautiful and tempting actresses and fans he'd encountered over the years. Can you guess what his answer was?"
Wordlessly, she shook her head, her eyes wide as she listened to his story.
"He said, 'It's nothing special to sleep with hundreds of woman. The real thing is to do it 3000 times with the same woman.' Bones, I want that for us too. I want these 30, 40 or 50 years."
He knew she would have to think about what he had told her and he could wait. She would tell him when she was ready… they were solid. The last two days had proved that to him. They rested in silence for several minutes, each lost in their own thoughts.
With a mischievous smile she turned her head back to him. "Three thousand times?" Of all the things he'd just told her, she focused on that number. "That's a lot!"
"Actually, it's 2 times a week, on average. That's not so much. Doing the math we're already two weeks ahead of schedule." He felt the mood shift, arousal crackling through the air.
"Right now the number of sexual encounters between us is still very high. But, as time passes, our attraction will inevitably, slowly fade away. Taking into account that you are getting older, your libido will also decline, which will contribute to a lessening of our number of sexual escapades, too." The anthropologist in her had crawled at the surface and she was getting all squinty now.
He thought it was hot as hell, even if she was equally as frustrating.
"Bones!" he groaned. "You cannot say something like that. There is nothing declining!" He moved partly over her back, rubbing his growing erection against her buttocks.
"Booth, these are facts. As a man ages, his stamina and numbers of erections will decrease. Sometimes impotence can also be expected. "
That was it. It was the time to end this conversation. He was rock hard now, painfully so.
He climbed onto his knees and moved between her legs, spreading them wide. With both hands, he lifted her to her knees as well, and without comment, she supported her upper body with her arms.
"You can't talk to a guy like that, splayed out all hot and naked over his bed. I'll show you decreasing stamina!" With one hand he tested if she was ready for him and without further hesitation, he pressed into her welcoming softness.
She cried out his name, enjoying every move. She just loved alpha-male Booth.
A/N: Don't we all love alpha-male Booth. One more chapter to come.