Disclaimer: I do not own Bones. Fox does.

So, here as promised...SMUT! I gotta warn you that this chapter is rated a very strong M so please don't read if you believe you'll be offended.

Also this is the last chapter of this story, and only an epilogue follows to tie things up as much as I can. I hope you enjoyed reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it. Once again, THANK YOU for all your reviews and support.

So, without further ado...Enjoy the smut/fluff

Booth was out of breath the moment she had said she'd stay. His heart thudded in his chest as her words echoed in his head. Keeping their lips fused, he allowed himself only a moment to dwell on her promise…because that's what he knew Bones meant. You and me, she had said, and he felt those words down to his soul, as a solid vow. There would be no one else for either of them. This was it. The one.

The pleasure of the thought washed through him, and at last his heart allowed his body to take over. Grabbing her by the waist he lifted her until she was straddling him, and then only let himself enjoy the feeling of her there for a few seconds, before he stood and holding her in place –never breaking the kiss- he walked to his bedroom. In his mind there could be no other place for them to make love.

As he settled her gently on the bed, he remembered all the times he had woken up guiltily after dreaming of Bones in a way that he shouldn't have at the time. But the dreams had kept coming, his subconscious demanding that he make them come true…and it all led to this moment. He broke the kiss to look down into her eyes and smiled, thinking for the umpteenth time how lucky he was to be with her right now.

"Are you going to stare at me all night?" she asked with a saucy smile of her own, and he could do nothing but shake his head slowly, letting all the hunger he had kept hidden, shine through his eyes.

Gratified he watched as desire made her pupils dilate, her eyes turning a stormy blue as he bent his head to kiss and nip at the skin of her neck. The moan she let out when he found the particularly tender spot behind her ear had Booth revert from the previous gentle, slow kisses to open-mouthed, hungry ones. Like a train gaining momentum, his hands sped up, roaming over her body, until the clothes they wore no longer provided a sensual friction but became a hindrance instead.

Bunching up her shirt in his hands he tugged it upwards, and immediately after it flew over her head, he lowered his lips to her stomach. God, she was perfect everywhere. Everywhere he looked, every new inch of her skin exposed to his eyes made him harder. He wanted to leave nothing out of his exploration; wanted to know all of her, with his hands, and lips. And he did exactly that.

His hands stroked her sides, as his tongue circled her belly button until she thrust her hips towards him in demand. The smile that quirked his lips faded when the next moment she reached back and unclasped her teal-colored bra, freeing her breasts. Taking a moment to compose himself, he closed his eyes but even then he couldn't erase the image of the silky mounds from his mind. A shuddering breath later, he moved up until he knew his face was level with her breasts and slowly opened his eyes again, immediately focusing on the tight pink tips that strained just a few inches away from his mouth, demanding that he taste them. Slowly he brought up his hand to palm the soft orbs, molding them and kneading until Temperance arched her back beneath him.

His control slowly fading, Booth bent down and took a nipple in his mouth, growling when she held his head in place and cried out in pleasure. This was heaven; she was heaven. There was no other word for this. He sucked on the rosy tip gently, savoring the moment, though his hand kneaded her other mound impatiently. Swirling his tongue around the tight nub, he lost himself in the feel of her skin against his mouth, in the freedom of being able to touch her everywhere. At that though he let her nipple go free and looked up at her face.

Bones' eyes were closed, her head tilted back in pleasure, and as the sight seared itself in his mind forever, he couldn't help bending down to kiss her. Her unhesitant response made the hard length in his pants throb in demand. He knew he was nearing insanity, and God, he had to lose himself inside her soon or he would surely go mad. When her nails clawed at his back, tugging at his shirt, he pulled back from the kiss and fumbled with the buttons on the front, only to tear some off in the process. Finally rid of the damned thing, he fell back on her with a wry chuckle, which faded as she kept staring at him with an inscrutable expression.

"Don't think, Temperance. Just feel, okay?" he whispered, fearing that she would decide everything was too fast and ask him to stop. He had no idea what he'd do if she did that.

"Oh, I'm about to," was the only response he got from her, before she flipped him on his back and straddled him once more. Instinctively putting his hands on her hips, he looked up at her curiously but then all thoughts vanished from his head. She rocked against him, centering her core right above his hardness causing him to groan loudly in response and clench his hands tighter against her hips, his fingers digging in the material of her jeans. Even over the layers of clothes that still covered their lower bodies, he could feel the heat of her.

The next minute his hand found the buttons of her jeans and he popped them with difficulty as she kept rocking her pelvis against his. He needed to feel her there, needed to feel what he knew would be perfect, but it was so hard to do it like this. He opened his eyes and watched as teal lacy fabric was revealed inch by inch as he lowered her zipper.

Something inside him broke.

A second later he had her on her back again, tearing her pants off her legs and then spreading her thighs so he could kneel between them. Ignoring her outstretched hand, he focused solely on the visibly damp material hiding what he wanted to see most. Nearly out of his mind, he didn't think at all before he bent forward and shoved the lace to the side. The sight of her core floored him. The scent of her filled his nostrils, drugging him and he trembled with need.

Licking his lips, Booth restrained himself for a few seconds, because he just knew he needed to look at her face. His upward glance lasted only an instant, but the hunger he saw in her eyes drove him to the edge and he couldn't hold back anymore. Dipping his head he placed his lips over her clit, sucking on the small bundle of nerves, her incoherent cries urging him on until he spread his lips over her glistening core and sucked. Once, twice…the third time he allowed his tongue to register her taste and he moaned against her, making her thrash on the bed wildly.

This was everything. She was everything. Everything he had been waiting for, and he really couldn't wait anymore. Pulling away from her, he fumbled with the rest of his clothes impatiently, and finally crawled back on top of her, his chest blanketing hers, the feelings coursing back and forth between them too much for him.

"I wanted to take this slow, but-" he panted against her lips, and hissed when the tip of him touched the heat of her entrance. He kissed her frantically again and again before he could say what he wanted. "I can't…Temperance. I can't go slow, baby. It's too much."

"Please…" His eyes widened at the single word that left her lips, and the thought of the power he held over her right at that moment, drove him over the edge.

Surging forward he entered her in one fast thrust, and the heat that she surrounded him with made him shout in ecstasy. Kissing her harder, mindlessly consuming her lips and swallowing her cries, he forced with his hand one of her bent legs to wrap around his waist, and then palmed her hip, squeezing tightly as he pumped into her. His left hand came up to get tangled in her auburn locks, fisting the tresses in his hand.

The feeling of her enveloping him, the knowledge that she was his right at that moment evoked an instinct so primal inside him, one that he had never known it was there in the first place. He thrust faster, harder, because then maybe, just maybe, he could go so deep into her that she'd never be able to let him go. He fused their lips together once more, suddenly scared of the building up of the orgasm he felt coming. Never before had it been like this, and he just knew it was the same for her. Their minds were unfounded now, only their bodies crashing and ebbing against each other, their feelings overflowing from them.

"Tell me," he moaned desperately against her lips, when he felt his body stiffening, ready to climax. Her eyes remained closed, her teeth digging on her lower lip from the pleasure, as if she hadn't heard him. He fisted her hair tighter and moaned once again when he felt her core grabbing onto him, coaxing the release out of him. "Tell me," he repeated once again even more desperate to hear the words coming out of her mouth. He needed to hear it, right now, though he had no idea why.

Just before he gave up, her eyes opened, her features rearranging into blissful agony before she gasped against his lips. "I love you."

As if waiting for her words, his orgasm crashed out of him with a roar, the sensation of her convulsing around him stiffening his body more as spasm after spasm rocked him to his soul. And it didn't stop. He gasped as another wave hit him immediately afterwards, tightening in his groin, then pouring out again inside her. He moaned once again, when the sensation sharpened instead of fading. He kept thrusting, crying out time and time again as the seemingly endless waves of bliss washed over his body, and he came inside her over and over.

When the storm finally passed, he found himself collapsed on top of her, trembling in the aftermath. His head resting on her chest while her hands ran through his hair, he tried to at least move over from on top of her, but she tightened her hold on him. "I'll crush you," he mumbled, keeping his eyes closed.

"I don't care," she murmured back, tracing her palms over his shoulders.

The caress brought a smile to his face, and his mind finally caught on to what had just happened. Finally able to move, pushed himself up, and looked down at her, marveling at everything that had happened…at what she felt for him. The love in her eyes was now obvious, their feelings a tangible thing between them.

"I love you," he told her, trying to convey what he felt in those three words that seemed so small now.

Her smile rewarded him though. "I love you, Seeley." His name on her lips had him grinning in happiness and he kissed her once again slowly, lazily, savoring the moment.

When he tried to move off her a few minutes later, he was reminded once again of what she had made him feel only minutes earlier in her arms. "Ah… we need to shower. I kinda made a mess." He felt his cheeks redden in embarrassment, but he wasn't really sorry. Far from it. Even though he knew sex between them would be an once-in-a-lifetime experience, what they had shared –what she had made him feel- was so much more, that he couldn't even begin to describe it.

She had surrendered to him, and in turn he had surrendered himself to her, again and again, until there was nothing of himself left. The thought scared him but he wouldn't change it for anything.

Tugging at her hand gently he stumbled to his feet and led her to the bathroom and even though he was spent, barely standing on his own, he guided her under the shower. Hugging her as close as he could, he didn't move for a while. He couldn't get enough of the feelings of her naked skin against his. Noticing her lids growing heavier by the moment he turned on the shower and let the hot spray of water hit both their bodies.

"Tired?" he mumbled against her shoulder.

"Yeah, but the best kind," she managed to reply.

Seeley chuckled wryly and shifted their positions until he could reach the soap and washcloth. For the next minutes he busied himself with learning every inch of Bones' body, running her washcloth tenderly over her skin, washing away the remnants of their lovemaking. When he reached between her legs, he noticed her wince of discomfort, but he couldn't bring himself to regret anything that had happened. Instead he let his soapy fingers smooth the sore skin until a small smile appeared once again on her face and he felt her secrets wetting her fingers along with the soapy water.

Groaning low in his throat as desire coursed through him once more, he grabbed the showerhead and let the water lap against her core until the soap was all gone. When he looked at her face again her lids were half-mast, but he couldn't resist the small smile on her lips. He couldn't go at it again…something surely understandable after the orgasms he had with her. But the need was there, the need to pleasure her penetrate her again in any way he could.

So he kissed her lips for just a moment, before he lowered her to a sitting position on the side of the tub, and knelt between her legs, bending to stroke at he core with his lips. She was so tender now, swollen and her weak cries spurred him into action, as he kept her steady within his arms while he tongued her.

"Seeley…" she moaned his name, resting a hand on his head, and he opened his lips against her, letting his tongue roll lazily over her.

"Mmm?"

"I can't…again," she whimpered feebly and he once again reveled in the control he had over her, but it went both ways, didn't it? He needed to be here, doing this. He didn't just do it because it was expected of him.

"Yeah, you can, baby. Just let go," he urged her between licks and savoring sucks. Delving deeper into her with his tongue, he sucked on her one last time before he felt her walls clenching against his lips and heard her loud cries bouncing off the tiles of the bathroom walls.

Her limp body fell forward, and he caught her just in time before they would both crash backwards. Holding her close he kissed her lips fleetingly and then her temple, before hoisting her up in his arms and carrying her to bed. Her feeble protests shushed, he laid her down, managing to get the covers over her, and then walked to the other side, slipping beneath the duvet beside her. There would be time for more talk tomorrow. Talk of trivial everyday arrangements and bickering over insignificant nothings.

For now they both knew that the most important thing between them was the peace their love had given them. Temperance drifted off to sleep, sure for once that she wasn't alone, and believing she never would be.

Booth spooned his body behind hers, and wrapped his arms around her tightly, his last thought before he drifted to sleep of the long ride that had started tonight. Yes, it would be rocky, and of course filled with arguments, but what mattered was that it would long.

For the rest of their days if he could help it.

There you go. I hope you liked this one as much as the ones before, and yeah I know no plot or anything resembling to one, but yeah..I warned you didn't I?