"Hey, Mom?"

Brennan paused at the doorway and turned, her fingers resting against the light switch. "Yes?"

Sleepy blue eyes drooped and dark brown curls fell over pink blankets. "Is Dad a super-hero?"

Brennan's lips parted on a small laugh, but before she could answer, her daughter continued.

"Cause he said he is. With your help, he said…And he said you were like a queen, which means…" she yawned and settled deeper into her bed. "That I'm a princess."

"Oh," Brennan leaned against the doorway for a moment and watched as her daughter's eyes closed. "Well, I guess in some ways that's true. Although-"

"Mmmmm, okay. I'm glad."

The conversation appeared to be over, and Brennan smiled softly and flicked the switch, making the girl's bedroom dark except for a small nightlight near the door.

She traced her fingers along the chair rail of the hallway until she reached the family room. Booth was there, casually relaxing on the large leather couch and watching a football game. He spotted her near the entrance to the room, and his face softened into an immediate smile. It made Brennan happy to know that she still made him happy.

"Our little princess asleep for the night?" he asked and held out his hand.

Brennan laughed at his choice of words and the way it confirmed her daughter's account of their conversation. She hadn't thought it possible, but seeing Booth with their daughter made her fall in love with him more all of the time. When she was born, he'd placed a kiss on her soft little head, and looked at her with tears in his eyes, his face purely happy… tired, but so happy. And a variation of that same look seemed to cross his face whenever they were all three together. Brennan smiled as she placed her hand in his and let him pull her onto his lap. "Yes, almost. Though, somehow, she's gotten it into her mind that you're a super-hero." With her fingers, she softly traced his chin and lips.

Booth smiled, and his eyes crinkled. His arms wrapped around her waist, and Brennan moved so she was straddling him. Immediately, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers in a soft kiss. He murmured his approval when she looped her arms around his neck, and he deepened the kiss.

"I am a super-hero," he nuzzled her cheeks and the skin beneath her ear. "Everyone says so."

"Who's everyone?" she murmured, letting her hands move down his chest. Brennan laughed at the look he gave her, and when he went back to kissing her neck, she tilted her head to the side to give him better access. "But I'm just a queen, hmmm? I'm not a super-hero?" Her fingers slipped between them and she quickly unbuttoned his dress shirt, anxious to feel his bare chest against her hands.

"Ah, I see how it is," Booth reached behind him with one hand and pulled a big blanket from the back of the couch. He wrapped it around Brennan's shoulders as she just as quickly unbuttoned her own shirt and the front clasp of her bra. "No, see…that's not how it happened."

Brennan kissed a straight line down his chest until she moved off of his lap and began to work on his belt buckle and pants. Booth groaned and arched up into her touch, and when she slid her hands under his waistband, he lifted up again to help shove his pants to his knees. His length jutted up immediately, pointing straight.

"Super," Brennan teased, gently stroking him once from base to tip.

Booth groaned out a laugh and grabbed her shoulders with his hands, pulling her up until she was standing in front of him. He eyed her waistband and then watched as she unfastened it and shoved both her pants and underwear down in one movement. It took a bit of finagling, but then they were situated, her straddling him, and him holding the blanket around them just in case.

"So you're saying you didn't tell our daughter you're a super-hero?" Brennan challenged, sinking down onto Booth with one fluid movement. It wrenched sweet moans from both of them, and Brennan buried her face in his neck to muffle the sound.

"I might have said that," Booth placed his hands on her back and began thrusting up in a smooth rhythm. "But then I said you were one too," he added deliberately. "She wanted to know if she could be a kid super-hero. I said yes, and she said she'd rather be a princess, which would make you a queen. I said that of course you were also a queen."

Brennan lifted her head and met his eyes with confident and regal assurance. "I see."

"Mmhmmm," Booth let his hands fall to her blanket covered hips. "But come on, baby, admit it…I'm a super-hero. I fight crime, I save good people, and I always…always get the girl," he smirked as he let one of his hands stay on her hip while the other one slipped between them to cover her mound. His thumb began the swirling motion he knew she loved so much. Brennan was helpless to resist his touch and she rocked up and down on his length. "And once I get her," he bragged again, leaning close so her breasts brushed his chest with every rock of their bodies. He scraped his teeth along her earlobe and gently blew a breath against her heated skin. "I know what to do to make her happy."

"Ohhhhhh,"

"Yeah, special powers, baby." His movements became a little more frantic as the soft edge of their joining fell away in favor of desperate need for completion.

"There's no such thing as special pow-…Oh, yessss. Don't stop."

"Bones!" Booth's teeth sank into Brennan's shoulder, near the curve of her collarbone. He stifled a shout against her skin and pressed soft kisses where he'd bitten as she shivered on top of him. Their mutual orgasm left them both soft and sated and sleepy, and Booth kissed Brennan's mouth softly before they leaned over and picked up their discarded clothes. Booth shoved into his boxers while Brennan opted to keep the blanket around her. He picked up the remote control to the TV and Brennan snagged a magazine from the table. She snuggled up next to him and smiled when he wrapped his arm around her and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head. Super or not, he was hers. And she loved their life together.