A/N: I know what you all are thinking…ANOTHER update? Yeah, the first four chapters were pre-written, so I am officially out of material to post. This is the last fast one for a while. Sorry to spoil you all and then rip them away. My goal is to finish my other stories so I'll have more time to dedicate to my new ones. Let's see how that pans out…

Previously…

He could feel her getting closer, but his mind didn't comprehend what that meant for them until her lips hit his. The pull towards her came from deep within him and he knew that there was no denying it. Suddenly, his senses exploded into color as he experienced the familiar taste of his partner for the first time in years.

OOOOO

Brennan was intoxicated, drunk on Booth. She was caught up in a vortex of passion that she hadn't planned on entering, but now refused to leave. She would die here, in his arms, his tongue against hers, before she dared to break the connection that she had been craving for so long. Unfortunately for her, Booth realized what they were doing and broke away suddenly. Brennan was surprised to hear herself let out a whimper at the loss of contact.

"What are we doing?" He asked her. "This, this is…" He couldn't bring himself to say wrong when it felt so right.

"Booth," She spoke his name in a near whisper, but she said it in such a way that demanded his attention. "Do you love me?" She asked, staring into his eyes. Booth felt the air rush out of his lungs like he had been kicked in the chest. He had heard her ask that question before; in a dream world that had haunted him even after he had awoken from it. Hearing her ask the question now, when his eyes were open, let him know that it was a sign from God. This was the moment he had waited for. He placed his hand on the side of her neck so his thumb could caress her cheek. She leaned instinctively into his palm, looking at him with the bluest eyes he had ever seen.

"Yeah, I do." He said, knowing that it was true. The time, the space, nothing had changed the way that he felt. In fact, the distance had only made him more aware of his feelings for his partner. She took a deep breath and nodded.

"I love you too." She said. The only sound the couple could hear was the beating of their own pounding hearts. "These last six months without you…" she paused. "I know it sounds irrational, but I, I felt like a piece of me was missing." She admitted shyly.

"It's not irrational." Booth assured her quickly. "It's not irrational at all. I felt it too." He kissed her passionately again, unable to control himself now that he had finally heard those three words he had longed to hear. Like every other aspect of their relationship, they dueled for control. A soft moan escaped the back of her throat as he began to trail his kisses down her neck and onto her collarbone. She tilted her head to the side, willing to give him full access to whatever he wanted. Brennan knew that she could get lost in him if she let herself, but she wasn't quite ready to surrender to him just yet. She pushed him into the couch, straddling his lap. He pulled her up so that she was on her knees and his lips found their way up her neck. She didn't know how, but he found the space behind her ear almost instantly and she let out a moan of pleasure at the contact, pressing herself into the hard plane of his chest. Without saying a word, she shrugged her jacket off and heard it fall onto the coffee table behind her. Booth smirked in such a filthy way that she had to stop and reassess how well she actually knew her partner.

"This t-shirt really turns you on, doesn't it?" She said, liking the fact that one singular item of clothing could bring him so much pleasure.

"Honestly?" He said, and she nodded. "It's the hottest thing I've ever seen in my entire life." He admitted. "But right now, it has to go." She smiled in agreement and raised her arms as he slid his hands up her torso and removed the t-shirt. He turned his attention to the sinful scrap of black lace she called a bra.

"Jesus, Bones." He said, feeling himself grow impossibly harder at the sight of her. She ignored his praise and reached around him, pulling his own Flyers apparel off quickly. She was rewarded with his desert-tanned skin, a beautiful bronze that accentuated his perfectly sculpted torso. She felt the wetness between her thighs grow as she began peppering his shoulders and chest with kisses, desperate to feel every ounce of skin under her lips. He was content to let her have control momentarily, knowing that once he took over, he wouldn't stop until she was screaming.

She ground into him and he let out a hiss at the denim on denim friction. She grinned at the noise and wanted to hear it again, but Booth had had enough. He ran his hands up her jean-clad thighs and slid them under her. Her ass, impossibly firm from years of martial arts and yoga, felt like perfection in his hands. He stood up, with every intention of taking her directly to the bedroom. She cooperated by wrapping her legs around his waist, but it put them in a position that made both of them forget where they were going momentarily.

After finally arriving at their destination, Booth set her down on the bed gently. He immediately went to work removing the offending jeans from her body. He paused to admire her in her black attire, but only briefly. She sat up on the edge of the bed and was face to face with his Cocky belt buckle. She slid the belt off slowly and her nimble fingers made quick work with the fly off his jeans. Booth pulled his wallet out of his pocket, preparing to grab the condom that he kept in there, but she simply shook her head.

"Birth control." She murmured as she stood up in front of him and slid a thumb into each side of his boxers, disrobing him all at once. His brain flashed back to the day she had undressed him at the lab and how hard he had tried to concentrate on something other than her hands on his skin. He kicked the jeans to the side and let out a groan as Brennan kissed her way down his thigh as she removed his each of his socks. Booth, now fully naked, reached down and lifted her back to her feet. He slid his hand around her waist and up her back to unclasp her bra, freeing her swollen breasts from the quickly tightening material. He pulled her close to him, one hand under her thigh and the other on the back of her neck as they tumbled together on top of her bed.

"God, you're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." He said honestly as he let his hand stroke up and down her thigh. Before she could respond, he leaned down and captured a nipple in his mouth greedily. He was rewarded with a breathy mix between a gasp and a sigh. He switched sides and let his fingers test her silky folds. "So wet for me." He muttered in between kisses as he trailed down her pale stomach. Her fingers intertwined in his hair as he paused exactly where she wanted him the most. He looked up and locked eyes with her once again, their physical foreplay coming to a standstill while their mental foreplay began. He silently asked her if she was ready for this, because there could be no going back once that dam had broken. In response, she whispered her request.

"Make love to me." His heart filled with emotion at her words and he slid the last remaining obstacle between them to her ankles. She kicked them off and Booth took his place between her thighs. He kissed her one more time before sliding into her. They both stilled as they relished the feeling of finally being physically united. Brennan came to her senses first.

"Booth…" She reminded him of the task at hand with a tight squeeze of her inner muscles. "Please…" He nearly blacked out from the sensation but he couldn't help but smile at her impatient urging.

"God, I love you." Booth murmured in her ear as he granted her request to continue. In response, she moaned in pleasure as he found his rhythm. She matched him thrust for thrust as they both worked to send the other into oblivion first. The one-upmanship and competitive nature of the individuals had always made them better as a team and this was no exception. Booth shifted his angle. He wasn't going to be satisfied until he had her coming apart at the seams. The subtle change brought her closer to that end, but it also brought something he hadn't anticipated: the sound of her saying his name. The breathy desperate moan of his name on her pink lips brought him to his proverbial knees.

"Oh God, Booth!" Brennan cried as the fire inside nearly consumed her with need.

"Just let go, baby." He coaxed her. He had waited years to see her come undone underneath him and he refused to come before she did. Brennan didn't know how he managed to sound caring when his jaw was so tightly clenched but the juxtaposition of the two shattered her into a thousand pieces. Booth followed almost immediately, his control barely hanging on for her as it was. He collapsed next to her, sinking into the mattress as he worked to catch his breath. He slung his wrist up to forehead and stared at the ceiling. To say that his paradigm had just shifted was an understatement. He had just made love to his partner, his best friend, the one person in the entire world that the FBI said was off-limits, and it was everything he had ever dreamed that it would be. When he finally worked up the nerve, he glanced over in her general direction. She flashed a satisfied smirk his way.

"That was…" She started.

"Worth the wait?" He offered. She nodded with a giggle.

"I always knew that we would be sexually compatible." She said confidently. "All of the factors indicated that we would be a good match."

"There was nothing scientific about what just occurred, Bones." He said with a shake of his head.

"You have yours and I have mine." She said with a smirk. He knew that she was saying things just to annoy him so he yanked her back over to his side of the bed and pulled her on top of him so that he could kiss her senseless. When breathing became an issue, he pulled away.

"Can you still think straight or do I have to try again?" He asked.

"No, that was quite satisfactory." She said as she collapsed onto his chest. She would never admit it to him, but the concept of not thinking had never been so appealing.

OOOOO

When Booth woke up the next morning, he was only half-surprised to find himself alone in his partner's bed. He glanced around briefly before heaving a heavy sigh. He had wondered if this would happen. It was always the morning after when reality set in. Wondering just how far off the cliff she had already jumped, he got out of bed and threw on his boxers. He could hear her in the kitchen so he made his way quietly down the hall, hoping to analyze the situation before making his presence known. What he saw took him completely by surprise. Brennan was standing in the kitchen, wearing nothing but his Flyers jersey from the night before, standing on her tip toes as she reached into the cupboard to pull down two coffee cups. When she turned around, she smiled at the sight of him.

"Good morning." She said.

"Hi." He made his way hesitantly into the kitchen, now completely unsure of what was about to transpire between them.

"I hope I didn't wake you up, I just thought that we would have a lot to discuss this morning and it would be beneficial to be fully alert." I'm fully alert alright, he thought as he took in her outfit. She missed the lustful gaze because her back was turned but when she offered him one of the cups of coffee, she saw the familiar gleam of mischief in his eyes. He took the cup from her hands but promptly placed it down on the counter behind her, boxing her in between his arms, the counter, and his hard body. She smiled as she felt the reaction he was having to her.

"We have a problem." He informed her. She frowned at his serious face. "This is my favorite team." He informed her as he traced its hem along her thigh. "But now that I've seen you in a jersey, I don't know if I can ever look at one the same way again." She didn't say anything as he traced his thumb along her bottom lip, the predatory gaze of a sniper following its path with his eyes.

"If you want it back, you're going to have to take it off me yourself." She said, fully willing to compete with his teasing.

"I want you to come back to bed." He admitted. "Preferably with the jersey." She smirked as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled them even closer.

"Did you ever fantasize about me like this?" She asked him in that low provocative voice he hadn't heard since she had first suggested that they could have sex all those years ago.

"I will now." He promised before lifting her up by her thighs and wrapping them around his waist. She laughed in surprise but didn't complain as he brought them back to the bedroom. Realizing that he hadn't even kissed her yet, he brought her in for a long, slow, kiss. He would never get over how deliciously sensual simply kissing her could be. Brennan had other plans as she flipped over so that she was on top of him.

"My turn." She said, taking control of the situation. Booth wasn't surprised by the action and frankly, the thought of her riding him had always turned him on. She straddled him and slid herself down onto him. Booth hissed in pleasure as the sensation of her smooth as silk core covered him tightly. She bent down, now on her hands and knees, and began to ride him. Booth's eyes fell into the back of his head as he met her from below. He let his hands stray up the jersey and clench her hips tightly as he brought them together in a perfect rhythm. Despite this being a new experience, they knew each other, inside and out and they worked in tandem to bring each other the maximum pleasure possible.

"God, Bones." Booth groaned as he felt her soft skin under his hands.

"Oh, Booth." She cried as he hit her G-spot perfectly. "Don't stop. Yes! Right there, I…" She couldn't finish as she came undone around him with a gasp, which in turn sent him falling over his own ledge. Brennan removed herself from his lap and fell onto the bed, unable to do anything but catch her breath. For the second time in the last 24 hours, they found themselves lying next to one another, trying to reconfigure their senses. Her entire body was humming with its centeredness and she knew that Booth was the reason why. When they were together, they were no longer two individuals having sex, they were one being. It was a concept that she had never believed in before, but now she fully understood what he meant when he said that making love was better than crappy sex.

"I think we just attempted to break the laws of physics." She chuckled as she glanced at him.

"Attempted?" He said, not believing that for a moment. "If that was attempted, I will never survive the real thing." She closed her eyes, understanding his meaning exactly.