A/N: Not much in the way of plot development but a short, fun chapter none the less. My first shot at anything really fluffy and I partied too much last night so please be gentle.

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"We really shouldn't be doing this." Brennan giggled as her legs released their grip and her ivory skin hit her fluffy blue comforter.

"We don't have to…" Booth attempted to step back but as her legs wrapped around him he flung forward, his face landing squarely on her chest, "Or I could just lay here. A man could get used this view."

"I never said I didn't want to…" She smiled, as she pulled his chin flush with her chest, "You do want to do this… don't you?"

"I'm a man, Bones." He breathed into her skin, causing her to shiver, "You're hot, I'm horny… well hot damn, you're so… sexy…" His tongue darted out of his mouth, faintly brushing her salty skin, "so… god… hot…"

"You already established my attractiveness." Her voice wavered as she squirmed to push his body up, breaking free from the strangle hold his tongue had over her. With each pass of his tongue, Brennan felt her willpower slowly slip away. It wasn't that she wanted to be the dominate one, with him she just didn't care but the way he teased her so deliriously was reeking havoc with her logical brain. He never was a selfish lover, unlike a certain FBI agent. But the way her body craved his, he seemed to give her all she needed without asking and that scared the living daylights out of her.

"It bears repeating." He growled, trying to break free from her open palms. "Come on Bones…" He ground his pelvic bone into hers, forcing a groan from her plump lips. "… don't be like that."

"You didn't say please." She smiled sweetly as she racked her teeth against his shoulder, "Do you think you deserve it?"

With an unnerving growl Booth broke one arm free and trailed his hand down her side, reaching as far as his arm would go.

"Oh, you know I deserve it." He walked his hand up her leg, wrapping his hand tightly around her waist.

"Do I?" She faintly whispered, at the rough marks his nails were making against her skin.

"You know I love you, don't you?"

For a brief moment Brennan hesitated. Sure at one time she knew he loved her but the man before he was a completely different man. This man left, without notice and provocation. Breaking a promise she had once held above all else. Seeing the doubt flash before her eyes, Booth dropped his head on her shoulder breathing in the scent he had come to not be able to live without.

"What would you say if I told you I had never made love to another?"

"Doubtful." She hissed, attempting to squirm as his lips dropped delicate kisses along her shoulder, "You are a man of many sexual conquests." She tried to speak in her most scientific tone but the hitch in her voice told a different story, she was lost in the way his body moved against hers.

"It's true." He spoke against her skin, swirling it against his lips before releasing, "The little girl in the other room is proof of that. We are proof of that. Our relationship defies all odds. We are complete opposites yet I wouldn't change it for the world. I couldn't. You're it for me Temperance, my one and only."

The seriousness of his words hit Brennan like a tidal wave, causing her body to shake under his.

"I… I didn't mean to scare you." He slightly lifted to see a grin firmly planted on her face.

Brennan's face fell as she watched his demeanor shift. They were walking on eggshells and they both knew that, Booth apparently more scared of it then she was.

"You didn't." She whispered, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him onto her, "Want me to show you?"

"Bren… I'm back…" Angela's cheery voice could be heard barring down the hall followed by the loud slam of the door.

"Shit."

"Fuck."

Angela's heels clicked against the hardwood floor and both partners froze. This was not the way either of them wanted the biggest gossip in the Jeffersonian to find out about their new status. Naked, in bed an clearly engaging in more than partner activities.

"I got this." Booth whispered, pushing his body down and the covers up to her chin just as Angela turned the corner into the room.

"Bren… you got enough blankets there? You can pay to turn up the heat, ya know." Angela teased, thrusting her hand down onto the mass.

"Omph." A male voice groaned.

Angela's eyes went wide as she took a step back, the sudden realization of whose voice that was hit her like a ton of bricks.

"That didn't sound like a normal blanket to me…" Her checks took on a reddish hue, "It sounded like a manly blanket… a husky, FBI agent blanket…"

"It just happens…" Brennan's words fell flat, unable to focus on anything but her partner's tongue dancing up her body.

With a large slap to the blanket, the mound under the blanket jumped then fell abruptly.

"Angela! I was busy!" The mound growled, "I have to make up for lost time."

"Actually Booth," Brennan smiled, "that was me."

"But Bones you were enjoying it…" Booth whined, "I know you were…"

"You know what? On second thought… I think I am going to be outside… in the hallway… singing to myself… out loud… very, very loudly." Angela practically ran out of the room.

"Good. Now that's she's gone I can finished what I started." Booth evilly laughed, crawling up Brennan's body.

"Booth!" Brennan shrilled, "Angela's just down the…" Her words suddenly stopped as he wrapped his lips around hers. It was pointless in fighting. Booth was a very stubborn man and he wanted to be in her. He had made it very clear. What was the point in fighting the inevitable?

And maybe just a teeny tiny bit, she wanted it too.