This one is set very early in their post- Hole in the Heart love-making, perhaps even within a week of that night.

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Booth blinked sleepy eyes and rolled over to his side, surprised to feel empty space in the bed next to him. It was Sunday, but before he could figure out what was happening, the covers were pulled back and Brennan lifted his arm, snuggling close to his body. A smile curved up one side of his mouth and without opening his eyes, he leaned toward her. He felt her smile in the instant their lips touched. Then her lips parted and their kiss deepened.

"Hmmm," he murmured in disapproval, skimming his lips over her jawline to one bare shoulder. "No fair…you brushed your teeth." Her mouth was cool against his, fresh and minty, and he could only guess what his own kisses tasted like.

"True," Brennan murmured in reply and offered nothing more than the affirmative. But then Booth froze, and when he pulled back and stared at her in suspicion, she did the same to him.

"What did you use?"

His brows were furrowed in concern, and Brennan's lifted in surprise. "A…toothbrush," she answered as if it was the only reasonable choice. And when Booth tensed further, she continued. "I found a spare under the sink."

"Oh," Booth visibly relaxed. When he leaned back toward Brennan again, lightly clasping her arms in his hands, she stiffened and pulled back. She eyed him and he knew what she was thinking.

"What?" his voice rose in defensive sleepiness. Then his bottom lip curved out in a small pout as he tried to nuzzle close to her.

"You were disgusted," Brennan observed, tilting her neck gently to make room for Booth's kisses. "By the idea of sharing a toothbrush with me,"

Booth grunted out what sounded like a yes and pressed her back against the pillows, kissing his way down her chest. "Using the same toothbrush is kinda gross, Bones."

"And yet," Brennan continued while sliding her fingers through his hair. "You had no problem with me sucking your penis into my mouth as you performed oral sex on me last night."

Booth froze and lifted his head, now completely awake and slightly incredulous. "Really, Bones? You went there?"

"What?" she shrugged, scooting down the bed until they were eye-level. "We are having sex. It's a natural conclusion." She was smiling, and he knew she knew she was torturing him. He pressed both of his hands on either side of her shoulders, leaning down over her until their noses practically brushed.

"It's not the same thing," he murmured, and one of her eyebrows lifted. He pushed off and rose from the bed. "I'm gonna finish this discussion with you Bones, but first I'm going to brush my teeth." Booth strolled, cocky and naked, toward his bathroom, and when he reached the doorway, he froze for a second. There—right by the sink faucet—was his toothbrush cup. And inside was one red toothbrush...bristles facing another toothbrush. He blinked and stepped inside, fisting the blue toothbrush and grabbing for his toothpaste at the same time. He had to admit, he loved the image of two toothbrushes there.

He brushed his teeth as quickly as he could—tasting the toothpaste almost as if it was a memory of her sweet mouth against his. And when he rinsed out his mouth and stood up, he saw she was standing behind him. The mirror over his sink showed them both clearly—him naked and her likewise. He watched her walk forward, and when her arms slipped around his waist from behind, his eyes flickered to the toothbrushes.

"Happy now?" she murmured huskily, teasing him with a kiss here and there against his shoulders. Her nipples brushed against his back and her soft fingers quickly got him hard as she stroked his morning erection.

"Hmmm…perhaps I over reacted a bit, but hey," he challenged, whirling around and picking her up. "You're the one who knows all the toothbrush facts."

She gasped but wrapped her legs around his waist. Booth groaned at the feel, and he stared down at her.

"Damn, Bones…yeah, I'm happy," he breathed in awe as he lowered them both to his bed.

She kept her knees near her chest, and he slid right into her, picking up a quick rhythm that spoke more to their partnership than the fact they'd only been sleeping together for a week. Brennan's eyes fluttered shut, and she sealed her mouth to his. Both of them groaned at the cool mint taste and the heat quickly chasing behind it. Tongues tangled and hips rocked and then pleasure bloomed for both of them. As they came down from the high, Booth barely managed to rest his weight on one arm. He traced her chin with one finger and leaned down for another quick kiss.

"…" his lips parted, but no words came out.

Brennan opened her eyes to see him struggling to say something, and she smiled, tracing his bottom lip with her thumb. "What?"

His cheekbones flushed a soft red and he shrugged a shoulder. "I was gonna say "Commit to me," but…"

"We already are. Both of us," she replied, and he nodded.

"Yeah,"

He rolled to his side and pulled her close, and they both considered the truth they'd never quite had to say out loud. They were together.

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