Author's Note: This chapter is for mumrulz.

It had been a long week full of a case that didn't seem to want to give them a break, but it had nicely wrapped itself up with the arrest of a very viable suspect by Friday afternoon and so it seemed natural that they were going to have a little dinner together to celebrate.

Booth tapped softly on the door to Bones' apartment. A bottle of a nice Washington Syrah in hand, he didn't think he'd ever been quite this nervous to share a meal with his partner. Maybe because this meal wasn't just about sharing a meal. He knew that both of them fully expected that they were going to end up in bed together by the end of the night and he was beyond nervous about it.

Brennan felt a fluttering sensation in her stomach and a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth as she smoothed an invisible wrinkle from her blouse and went to answer the door. Her smile widened as she seemed to metaphorically melt into the brown eyes that twinkled at her. This was normal. Booth came over all of the time. This shouldn't feel different. Who was she kidding? Of course this felt different, she had the knowledge that there were no children sleeping in the adjacent room to interrupt the coming together that she'd been imagining for far longer then she cared to admit. "Hi, Booth."

"Hi, Bones." Booth shut the door behind him and then leaned in and kissed her softly as if he had being doing it for years and then as he pulled back he could feel that his grin was in full force as if emphasizing just how new all of this was. He held up the bottle. "I brought wine." He was really a beer kind of guy, but this was a special night and it deserved a nice wine.

"Oh, Syrah should go well with macaroni and cheese." She hadn't intended to tell him what she'd made for dinner, but she was sure by now that his olfactory senses had deciphered the lovely aroma wafting from the oven. "Thank you." Her smile was sincere and she felt that fluttering in her stomach again as she took the wine from him and brought it into the kitchen and set it on the counter. Hopefully that fluttering wasn't indicative of an impending stomach virus, but rather a reaction to Booth's proximity.

"Mac and cheese!" Oh how he loved this woman. "You're the best, Bones." A little mac and cheese, some wine, and then a little bit of loving. Okay, he planned on a lot of loving. In fact he wanted so much loving that when he walked into work on Monday he'd do it with a swagger and a smile that screamed that he was 'da man.

"I am the best in my field, but as far a cooking is concerned, I'm sure that there are any number of chefs that could easily be quantified as being better than me." Not that she couldn't focus for a time and perfect the dish, it just wasn't a priority. Especially not with her very own sexy FBI agent here for dinner.

"You're the best as far as I'm concerned." He nudged her elbow with his own as they stood next to each other in her kitchen. A sidelong glance caught her looking over at him and then they both started to laugh.

"I know that it's irrational, but I believe I'm nervous." It made absolutely no sense whatsoever. She was rather skilled in the bedroom, that was an established fact. However, she'd never been with Booth in the bedroom and she found that she was afraid that she wouldn't live up to his expectations.

"I am too." He snaked his arm around her and pressed a kiss against her forehead. "Let's just share some dinner and a bottle of wine and let things unfold the way their going to unfold. Okay?" He would have been more than happy to skip dinner in favor of devouring each other, but he wanted her to catch a glimpse of what making love was and he wanted to savor his first time with her. Besides, she had made him mac and cheese and that was a whole different kind of foreplay.

"Yes, some wine would be a very good idea." Brennan thought maybe a little wine would also help her shed some of her nerves and just relax and enjoy spending time with Booth. "The macaroni and cheese should be ready in a few minutes." She glanced up again to find him watching her. "I made a salad too."

"Let me guess, everything is organic." He smirked.

"Well I certainly wouldn't want your genitals to shrink now would I?" She smirked back.

Booth cleared his throat. "My goods are just fine thank you." And if there was any doubt at all, he was going to make that abundantly clear to her a little bit later.

She winked at him. "Well just to make sure they stay that way, we're eating organic."

He laughed and that seemed to lift the nervous tension from the room.

A short time later they were sitting at the table together sharing some wine and what Booth proclaimed was the best mac and cheese in the world. The conversation flowed freely and all of the banter that they were used to returned easily. It wasn't until their dinner was finished and they were sitting next to each other on the couch that the nerves seemed to return.

Brennan blurted out the words before she could consider that Booth would have preferred something ensconced in more romantic terminology. "Would you like to have intercourse?" Immediately she felt that swirling fluttering feeling again.

Booth reached for her hand, giving it a squeeze and brushing his thumb softly against the back of it as he looked deeply into her eyes. "Why don't we just dance a little." He pulled her off of the couch and pulled her with him toward the stereo which he hoped didn't have Turkish throat chanting or goat yodeling in the CD player. He was pleased when the strains of Harry Connick Jr.'s voice filled the room as he pulled her close. Yes, something nice and romantic was exactly what they needed right now as they began swaying softly, not really caring what the song was.

The feel of his arms around her waist seemed to soothe her nerves, and now all she wanted to do was kiss him. Her hands slid up his chest and around his neck, her fingers slipping softly through the hair at the nape of his neck as she leaned in and found that his lips were already looking for hers.

They swayed and spun and kissed, moving slowly down the hallway towards her bedroom, songs still drifting towards them and reminding them that this was what lovers did.

Brennan whispered against his lips. "You love me?" He'd said those words to her several times, but it still seemed unreal.

"I do. I love you so much." Booth smiled and rested his forehead against hers. "Do you want me to show you how much?" He wanted her so badly and he wanted her to know what it was like to be loved, to be so sure that she didn't have to question it.

"Yes." She didn't need to quantify it, she wanted to experience it and she pulled him with her into the bedroom until she found herself tumbling backwards onto the bed, Booth falling right along with her.

They might not break the laws of physics tonight, but they were certainly going to try.