Brennan's eyes registered the sunshine before her mind did, and she stretched, moaning in satisfaction at the deep relaxation in her muscles. The sheets beneath her skin were luxurious, and the only sounds emanating through her room were those of the ocean outside her window. She stretched once more before turning over in her bed to see Booth lying next to her. He was tanned, bare-chested, and looking every inch like he completely belonged on a secluded Hawaiian island.

"Good morning, Booth," her eyes fluttered shut once more when he wrapped a sure arm around her waist and tugged her close. It seemed he'd been waiting for her to wake up. But she wasn't sure for how long.

"Mmmm," he pressed a kiss against her cheek. "Happy anniversary, babe. But it's not morning."

Her eyes opened in surprise, and he laughed softly at her.

"It's nearly one o'clock in the afternoon, Bones," he pre-answered the question her lips parted to ask.

Her brow furrowed, "Why did you let me sleep so late?"

He laughed again and ran his hand over her back. "Because we're on vacation," he reminded her. "Hawaii, no kids, no skeletons, no paperwork…just," he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Us."

Brennan's fingers rested on his chest, and gently curled there as she kissed his mouth. His lips tasted sweet, like fresh fruit, and she pulled away to see a small plate on the nightstand with what looked like pineapple and mango, artfully cut. "Is that for me?" she asked, reaching around him.

"Hmmm…sort of," he kept his body between her and the fruit, but when she pouted, he snagged a piece of pineapple and gently held it to her lips. She eyed him with a mixture of sleepiness, arousal and suspicion as she bit down on the fruit. Booth leaned toward her and kissed away the small drop of juice that trickled off her lips.

He followed it with another kiss and used his tongue to get his own Temperance-infused taste of tart sweetness.

"Sort of?" she questioned when he pulled away. "That doesn't make sense. Either it is for me or it isn't, Booth." Her smile softened her words, and Booth rolled his eyes and tugged her so her body was pressed on top of his.

"How about this, Bones," he grinned. "It's for me to eat, but I promise you'll enjoy yourself."

Brennan blinked at his words and then saw the soft strips of fabric also laying on the nightstand at Booth's side of the bed.

"Hmmmm?" Booth was leaning up on his elbows and kissing her neck. "I thought we might reenact our first anniversary," he murmured against her skin, and she felt his smile there.

She smiled too and leaned into his touch, her mind instantly transporting her back to their first anniversary. They'd spent an entire weekend in bed, leaving only to use the bathroom and to get food. And when some of the food had ended up on them, in bed, they'd smiled and enjoyed that too.

"I think that is a wonderful idea," Brennan lifted onto her knees and then reached out an arm toward one of the scarves. But then she found herself flat on her back and staring back at Booth's confident face.

"Oh, no, Bones," he shook his head and smiled. "Make yourself comfortable, because this time, I'm the one tying you up first."

Brennan's eyebrow arched, and she tried for indifference. But her nipples tightened immediately, and Booth noticed, leaning down and pressing his mouth against one with a soft laugh.

Brennan sighed and closed her eyes to the sensation. "Wait," she pressed one hand against his shoulder and pushed. "Let me up for a minute,"

Booth kissed her neck. "Ah, you're trying to catch me off guard, Bones? Not gonna happen."

"No," she laughed and pushed harder on his shoulder. "I just want to go to the bathroom first. If I'm going to be in this bed for a while like you promised, that is."

Booth smirked and rolled away from her. "Oh, you'll be here for a long while," he guaranteed.

Brennan smiled and shook her head as she made her way to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and stood under the spray for a quick minute, just to feel fresh and clean. And later, after she flushed the toilet, she stared at herself in the mirror. There were a few gray hairs near where her hair parted to the side, and she noticed faint stretch marks against her stomach. They'd never quite faded all the way, but she didn't mind. She rather liked them, as a symbol of her body's experience.

"BONES!" she heard Booth's impatient shout through the bathroom door, and she smiled to herself, running her hairbrush through her hair and quickly brushing her teeth before re-joining him in the bedroom.

He was sprawled out on his side, all long and lean and muscled in only his dark blue boxers. His eyes traveled appreciatively over her body, and his hand stroked lazily along his stomach. Brennan walked to the bed and then stood there, staring down at him. "Are you sure you don't want me to tie you up?" she offered, enjoying the view, when he rolled onto his back.

"I'm sure," his lips barely moved as the words rumbled from low in his chest. His mouth curved up with sensual promise, and he patted the mattress beside him.

Brennan moved onto the bed and when he moved off of it, she settled in the center of the bed, her pale but rosy skin a contrast to the snow-white sheets beneath her.

Booth took one of the scarves between his fingers and then he eyed Brennan's position in comparison to the bed. "Here," he suggested, palming her hips and moving her toward the headboard. "How's that," he asked as he ran his fingers up one of her arms, lifting it and touching her fingertips against the slats against the wall.

"Good," Brennan nodded, flexing her fingers and wrist while she could.

"Good," Booth leaned down and kissed her lips, twining his fingers through hers for a brief second. He thought about asking if she remembered the rules, but he knew she did. Hell, she'd made up the damn rules, so he knew she understood how to tell him if things went too far. Not that he intended for that to happen. No, today was all about slow orgasms that rolled over her body like waves—mind-numbing pleasure that left her nearly boneless and satisfied.

He wrapped the thin scarf around the headboard and then tied her slim wrist to it, making a small questioning sound in the back of his throat.

"It's fine, Booth," she tugged a bit and tested the restraint. "It will work quite effectively."
Her words were squinty, but her tone was breathless, and he knew she was excited. He copied the process with her other arm and then straddled her, placing his palms on her ribs, just beneath her breasts. He leaned down and pressed his mouth against hers in a searing kiss that left them both breathless. Booth rubbed his fingertips over her breasts, carefully avoiding her puffy nipples. They strained toward him, begging wordlessly for his touch. He just smiled and moved down her body, kissing down her stomach and then down her legs. At her feet were two longer scarves, and he gently wrapped them around her ankles. They reached to the bed posts, but didn't strain her thighs. She was immobile, but comfortable.

"Thanks, Bones," he pressed a soft kiss on the bottom of one of her feet.

Her eyebrows arched up as she watched him walk around the end of the bed. "Shouldn't I be the one thanking you?"

He chuckled as he sat down and placed a warm palm on her belly. "Believe me, you will be." His thumb rubbed against her belly button. "But I'm pretty sure I'm going to enjoy this just as much as you are."

With his other hand, he reached for the plate of fruit. It wasn't as cold as it had been before, but it was still fresh. He took another piece of pineapple and ran the straight tip over her stomach with minimal pressure. Still, she gasped, and her muscles contracted inward. Booth liked that, so he followed up with the other side of the fruit, using almost a fan-like motion against her bare skin. "Mmmmm," he murmured when her skin looked a bit sticky. Booth lowered his mouth and followed the line of the fruit with his tongue and lips, kissing and licking her clean.

Brennan arched again…just from his mouth and a single piece of fruit on her stomach. She knew that once he really started to tease her that she would be begging him for more.

Booth moved off of her and then off the bed, staring down at her again. Her long legs were splayed, the perfect width for him to slide between. Her hands flexed, opening and closing in small movements that signaled her anticipation. He was caught between wanting to stand there and look at her forever and needing to be inside her now. Her nipples had flushed a dark pink, puckered tight, and he hadn't even touched them. It was that fact that made him pull back the reins on his own desire and re-focus on making her quiver with wanting him.

He took a piece of mango from the plate and moved it to her mouth. "Hungry, Bones?" he offered.

"A little," she answered and he gently fed her the fruit, leaning down to kiss her after she chewed.

"More?" he asked, and she shook her head.

"Maybe later,"

"Okay," he nodded and smiled as he picked up another piece of pineapple. He tore it into smaller bits and laid them on her body—against one thigh, in the center of her chest, right above her mound, right where her shoulder met her neck, and one gently nestled over her clit…wrapped between her folds. He stared at that for a long moment, his eyes going dark and his tongue swiping out to lick at his lips. Brennan licked her own lips in anticipation. This was going to be incredible.

She watched as Booth moved down her body. Starting at her feet, he brushed her skin with his lips before sucking one of her toes into his mouth. She moaned and arched, and he lifted his head immediately.

"Don't move, Bones. If any of the fruit falls off, I have to put it back…and then we start over."

Her eyes went wide with surprise. "Are you serious?"

He laughed and tapped his index finger against one of her knees. "I'm serious."

She sighed and tried to relax, forcing her body to recognize and enjoy his kisses but not physically react to them. It was a mental seduction—one she could control, and as Booth kissed up and down her body, carefully avoiding the fruit, she concentrated on every single detail. The result was an inner satisfaction…an awareness of his mouth and her body as two things that needed one another. It was perfect, her mind and his body in cooperation as to her ultimate pleasure.

His tongue was wet against her stomach and thighs, and when he slipped the tip of his tongue along her opening, her eyes flew open with shock. She tried to clench her legs together, but then remembered they were tied up. Booth smiled up at her from between her thighs, his confidence subtle and strong.

He teased and licked at her opening, mindful not to move her body in order to keep the pineapple against her clit. She was wet and his lips slid easily over her flesh. When she panted his name, he knew he needed to stop before she came. Licking her one last time, he rose onto his elbows and stared up her body. Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he moved over to her thigh. With his teeth, he picked up the piece of fruit there, and her eyes darkened when he chewed and swallowed it. Then he moved up her body and did the same thing with the piece of pineapple in her belly button, in the center of her chest and at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He buried his face in her neck and inhaled, the sweet, tropical scent combined with her natural allure. Her nipples were so tight, they rasped against his chest, and he tortured her by rocking his body over them once, then again.

"Booth," she clenched her jaw, and he knew she was trying not to move her body against his. He rewarded her with a kiss to her mouth, moaning with her when she tasted the fruit against his lips.

He pulled back and took a piece of mango from the plate and mashed it in his hands. "Hang on, Bones," he smiled wickedly and rubbed the result all over her breasts. Her skin tightened beneath his hands, and he repeated the process until her pale curves were covered with the bright soft fruit. Her hands gripped at her restraints and she clenched her thighs together and tried to shove her breasts upward. Toward his hands, toward his body, toward his mouth…she didn't care.

"Please Booth," she begged, her lips falling open in surrender. She whimpered in disappointment when he moved completely off the bed and walked toward the bathroom.

"Be patient," he teased, and she narrowed her eyes at his retreating figure before looking down at her body. She had to admit, the sight was rather erotic. And she imagined the turn-about, when she tied Booth to the bed and stroked soft fruit all over his hard cock until he begged her for relief.

He came back into the room carrying a couple of towels and a bowl of water. He placed them on her nightstand, and Brennan watched with pleasure as he then hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and peeled them off his body. His legs were tan and firm, and his penis was already very hard. She half expected him to climb on top of her and her core flexed in anticipation of all that thickness moving inside her. But he merely moved to the bed beside her, stretching out on his side. She groaned, and he laughed as he kissed one of her arms. "Are you still comfortable?" he murmured.

"I'm wet," she pouted a bit. "Covered with fruit and I need to come, Booth. Other than that, I'm fine."

He laughed again, this time with a groan as he leaned in to kiss her mouth. His cock brushed against her hip, but that was the closest any of her body got to it. She gasped against his mouth as his hand slid down the center of her body. He bypassed her clit and then cupped the base of her mound, immediately pushing one long finger into her tight passage. "Booth!" she wrenched her lips from his and tried to rock on his finger. But his angle was just right for torturing her. "Please…make me come. Please…"

She was soaked around his finger, and his cock flexed, reminding him that he could so easily just bury himself inside her and come. He could even start over after that, kissing her all over until she was absolutely panting in his arms.

But her body clenched around his finger, and he knew she physically needed to come. "Alright, Bones…here you go," he hooked his finger tighter against the upper wall of her passage and started to stroke inside her. His mouth settled at the side of her breast, and he began licking away the fruit with long tongue strokes. He still avoided her nipple, but cleaned everything else before moving over her body. "Booth, Booth, Booth, Booth…" she chanted, and he felt her get warmer and wetter, and oh so tight. He straddled her and wrapped his lips around her nipple, sucking hard and licking her frantically while he shoved two fingers deep inside her and held them steady while she came around them.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed, pulling at her restraints as her eyes squeezed shut at the sensation. "Ohhhhh," she breathed as she came down from the high. "Booth…"

He smiled against her skin and then lazily cleaned up her other breast. She was relaxed, her chest rising and falling with every shuddering breath she took. He sucked on her nipple until she growled a bit from the back of her throat. Then he stroked her opening once again with his thumb. "Booth," she moaned. "Mmmm…"

He took that as a sign to continue, and he moved down her body, finally settling between her thighs. He licked along her outer folders, paying close attention to the sensitive creases of her thighs. "Good job, Bones," he praised when he saw the small piece of pineapple still nestled against her puckering clit. He licked it, and her, at the same time, pulling the fruit into his mouth with a soft suction against her clit.

"Fuck," escaped her lips on the breathiest sigh he'd ever heard. He laughed and pulled her clit into his mouth again, keeping that rhythm going until she writhed beneath him as best she could.

"Get inside me," she demanded, but he shook his head, his cheeks brushing against her inner things.

"No…not yet," he murmured against her slick flesh. "First you're going to come again, Bones." He snagged a piece of pineapple from the plate and pressed it against her mouth. She opened wide and chewed the fruit as he buried his face between her thighs, making her moan with long, slow, open mouthed kisses against her body. Her neck arched off the bed, and her lips wrapped around his finger. He left it in her mouth, and she sucked. Meanwhile, his tongue was flat and raspy against her clit, and the little bud was so stiff, he had to trap it with his lips to keep it in place. Booth began a gentle suction and used his tongue, taking cues from her body and the unintelligible sounds coming from her her own sucking mouth.

When she froze, he knew she was coming, and he sank his tongue into her, letting her spill into his waiting mouth. He moaned appreciatively, loving her flavor and texture.

"Mmmmm," she could barely keep her eyes open, and her lips parted as she breathed. "That was amazing," she smiled as he kissed his way back up her body. "But I think it's your turn."

"It is my turn," Booth said huskily, sliding silkily between her spread legs and giving her a sexy grin. "But the ties stay on," he smiled against her mouth and pressed all the way inside her. She was so hot and snug, he groaned and pumped into her in three tight strokes before he had to pause and catch his breath. "Bones," he buried his face in her neck and panted. "You're so wet."

She couldn't touch him, so she just smiled at him. "You make me wet,"

A smile curved up his mouth and he nodded before resuming his rhythm. "Yeah, Hell yeah."

-b&b-