This one-shot is based on a prompt Sleepless gave me, that Booth would be planning to pick Brennan up from the airport from some trip, but she surprises him (and in some ways, herself) by coming home early because she misses him.

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The first thing Brennan noticed when she opened the front door was the hockey stick haphazardly tossed near the stuffed gym bag. She smiled to herself and stepped over it.

The second thing she noticed was the empty pizza box half in the trashcan. A paper plate with the remnants of a few pieces of crust sat on the counter just above the trashcan…as if it was impossible to just put the plate actually in the trashcan. She shook her head, but smiled again.

The next thing she noticed was the carefully wrapped bouquet of daffodils. She fingered the gentle petals, and her eyes flew toward the bedroom door.

She'd only been gone a week, but it was the first time she'd been on a trip without him since they'd been…together. And she'd missed him. She'd spent months away from him before—both of them in different countries—and she'd missed him then in a way she'd only experienced when she thought about her mother. A deep ache.

So it had surprised her when, after finishing her Stanford based lectures each day, she'd felt that same ache, as if it had been months since she'd seen him instead of only days.

He'd been busy, and they'd always made time to talk at least once a day, but it just wasn't the same. Hearing his voice, even seeing his face over Skype wasn't the same as relaxing against him after a long day. It wasn't the same as smiling with him over breakfast the next morning.

When she'd spotted a red eye flight that got her back to DC six hours earlier than planned, she'd found herself easily forking over the money to get a spot on the flight. And when she stood in the bedroom doorway and let her bags slip from her shoulders, she knew she'd made the right decision.

Exhaustion had settled deep into her bones, it seemed, yet she also felt a deeper contentment. It was good to be home…

She wanted a long bath, but she wanted Booth more. Quickly stripping out of her clothes, she slipped under the covers in only her camisole and panties. Her arm crossed over his bare stomach, and she felt him stir.

"What?" he mumbled and turned toward her, his eyes barely open. "Hey,"

Brennan's heart lurched so strongly that she almost gasped. Immediately, some of her old insecurity flared up, and she felt the need to protect herself. "I caught an earlier flight." Her words seemed rushed, but she continued. "It was the most practical thing to do, seeing as how I'm sure there is a lot of work to make up at the lab."

Booth's mouth firmed into a frown, even as his hand settled against Brennan's cotton covered hip. "Aw, Bones," he sighed. "I was gonna pick you up at the airport. I had it all planned."

"I told you I didn't need to be picked up," she insisted, feeling the way his thumb was brushing gently against her thigh. That was something else she'd learned about Booth. Once he started touching her, it was rare if he wasn't touching some part of her. Whether it was just wrapping his arm around her while they both watched TV or rubbing a thumb against her skin…he seemed to like the physical connection.

"I know," he murmured. "But just because you don't need something doesn't mean it's not a good thing."

Brennan considered his words, and she placed her hands on his chest. "Sometimes I do need good things," she murmured and placed a kiss on his shoulder. She remembered the daffodils waiting so prettily on the counter. She imagined him getting up early, carefully shaving and doing his hair just so, whistling softly as he pulled on clothes. She imagined him cursing when he realized the kitchen was a mess and shoving the trash down so the can didn't look as full. She imagined him running out the door and then running back in and grabbing the flowers in his rush, nearly tripping on his own hockey stick. It was so easy to imagine how his morning could have gone, and a smile crossed her lips at the thought. He wanted to pick her up…not because he had to, but because he wanted to.

She placed another kiss on his shoulder and then moved up to nuzzle against the skin of his neck. Booth moaned out a soft sigh and rolled onto his back, bringing Brennan with him with one arm wrapped around her waist. When she kept kissing his bare chest, one of his eyebrows rose. "Bones?"

Brennan smoothed her fingers over his arm and then down to his wrist. She moved up to her knees and stared down at him, bringing their hands up to her face. In a move that surprised both of them, she placed a quick kiss against his fingers. Then she leaned down and pressed her mouth against Booth's. "I really just wanted to see you," she confessed. "I didn't want to wait,"

Her hands slipped over his stomach to the elastic band of his briefs. "I missed you," her lips curved up in a small smile. "I caught an earlier flight."

Booth's eyes were heavy lidded, but he kept them on Brennan while she stared down at him. He lifted his hand and brushed her hair away from her face, letting his fingers slide down the silky strands until it reached her shoulder. He let one finger sneak under the strap of her camisole until it fell nearly halfway down her upper arm. He would have lazily stripped the shirt from her body, but she moved out of his reach, taking advantage of his sleepy state to settle in at his waist.

Slowly, Brennan inched his briefs down and past his knees and feet. Booth inhaled slowly and then propped up on his elbows. Brennan met his eyes as she rested her weight on one arm. With the other hand, she smoothed her hair out of her way as she lowered her head and took the tip of his cock into her mouth.

Booth moaned, and his hips gently arched up as his shoulders fell back against the pillows. Brennan smiled around him, and he groaned again. "Baby…"

Pressing soft kisses along his hardening shaft, Brennan let her hair slip over his thighs and belly, like she knew he liked. She kissed his stomach, and sure enough, his fingertips were quick to slide through the silky lengths, and Brennan felt his long and blunt fingers spear through the hair at the back of her nape. His palm was warm and dry and he led her back toward his reddening tip. "Mmmm," he murmured. "I missed you too."

Brennan smiled, and she was happy to oblige. She wrapped her thumb and index finger along the base of his penis before beginning a tight friction. Her lips met her hand in the middle, and Booth's hips rotated at the dual sensation. Within seconds, he was near to exploding, and he grasped for her shoulders, pulling her up and under him as best as he could. His naked limbs were strong against hers, and he yanked on her shirt, grunting against her lips as he pressed his mouth against hers in a desperate kiss.

Brennan recognized his impatience, and she kissed him back as she peeled her camisole up to her shoulders. She broke off the kiss, pulled off her shirt and pushed Booth onto his back in one smooth move, quickly straddling him as well. Booth grunted with pleasure and clasped her hips in his hands. His fingertips pushed against the waistband of her underwear and then slid up to her sensitive breasts.

"Oh," Brennan gasped, her head falling back and her eyes falling shut with pleasure as he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. "Booth…"

His name was a soft sigh from her lips, and she scooted back far enough to wiggle out of her underwear before sliding down onto him in one slick slide.

"Yeah," Booth's voice rumbled low in his throat, and he pulled her down for a kiss.

Their rhythm held the security of true partnership and the newness of being apart for some time. Brennan recognized the hitch of his breath and still marveled at the press of his stomach muscles. She sensed the moment right before he came, but still was caught off guard by the way it triggered her own soft morning orgasm, the waves of pleasure almost lazily wrapping around them.

She panted, and pressed her face into Booth's neck, inhaling him in as she felt him wrap his arms around her.

"Thanks for the daffodils," she murmured as she settled in next to him, her thigh draping softly over his legs.

"Mmmm…who said they were for you, hmmm?" he teased, his chest expanding with each breath he took. Then he laughed a bit, and Brennan did too.

She felt a soft kiss on the top of her head and knew she was exactly where she wanted to be.

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