Lindsay sipped her tea, stared at the seating plan, if you could really call it that. Since the wedding was going to be on the beach, and the meal catered by a local resort they'd opted to go with a very relaxed casual feel and simply set out tables for the wedding party, the parents and the guests to mingle about. Lindsay had seen the hell Alexis had gone through trying to plan a formal sit-down seating chart and it had been hellacious at the best of times.

She sighed, looked at her watch. It had been no fair at all for her almost-hubby to be called away when they'd been having naked dinner but there would be plenty of time for that later. And besides, there was also something to be said for having put her pj's back on so her very hot almost-hubby could get her out of them.

The locks tumbled in the door and she saw Adam come back into their apartment. Normally she would have smiled but he looked so miserable, she just got up and went to give him a hug.

'I take it the news wasn't so good for the case?'

'No, it's great for the case, just depressing to hear as an almost-married man, that's all.' Adam sighed, peeled off his light jacket and flopped onto the couch; he still held his fiancee's hand and rubbed his thumb over her smooth, olive skin. 'Promise me when we're parents, we're open and honest with our children about sex and making love and fucking, and the difference between all three.'

'Okay.' Lindsay gave him a sideways look. 'What's brought this on?'

Adam told her the civilian Reader's Digest version of what Ashley had told him and Beckett, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. 'I know all kids probably bust their parents up at one point or another, but I never want them to be afraid to talk to us about things like that.'

'No, they won't be. We'll take a page out of Meredeth and Javi's book, treat learning about sex and body parts as part of natural biology. I was raised to believe that because I'd offended God in some way I had very painful menstrual cramps and it was my penance as a woman to take it and put up with it.' Lindsay shook her head. 'What if we have three girls? I don't want them thinking like that. It's cruel and unnecessary.'

Adam stroked her cheek, sighed tiredly. 'Lindsay, I just want to let it go for the day.'

'Okay.'

Lindsay got to her feet, tugged her fiance with her. 'Come on, big guy.'

She led him into their room, and when she nudged him so he sat on the bed, she gently kissed his lips before spinning away and putting on her iPod stereo and selecting one of her favourite slow jams - The Way I Feel by Asa. She pulled out their toy-box and found the sage-and-citrus massage oil. She set the bottles on her bedside table, then tugged Adam to his feet once more. Her hands fluttered over his broad chest, slipping down to his stomach where she untucked his shirt.

'You're wearing too many clothes, Detective Brennan,' she murmured, nipping at his lower lip. 'I think I know how to fix that.'

'Oh yeah?'

'Mm-hmm.'

Lindsay's hands went up his chest once more and began to flip open the buttons of his shirt, savouring the little movements that exposed more and more of his beautiful body. Her mouth found his once more and she lifted her arms gracefully as a dancer when his own hands took the hem of her top and pulled it up her body. She hadn't bothered with a bra and Adam made no attempt to hide his appreciation for her naked breasts. He cupped one in his palm, squeezed gently. Her shiver made him smile with cat-like satisfaction, his body responding to hers. His eyes sank shut in pure pleasure when he felt her hands graze against him and drag his zipper downward, shoving pants and boxers to the floor.

Both naked once more now, Lindsay took Adam's arms and wrapped them around her shoulders as she clung tight around his body. 'Feel better now?' she asked him.

'Mm-hmm,' he murmured. 'Much better.'

'Hold onto that thought.'

Lindsay tipped her head back and looked at him with such love Adam wanted to weep. What he'd done to deserve this woman, so beautiful and brave, he had no idea but he was going to spend the rest of his life figuring it out with her. He moved them so they were tumbling to the bed and when Lindsay's hips bumped against his and he felt the beginning of her arousal between her thighs, Adam groaned in pleasured frustration.

'Such a tease, Doctor.'

'Flip onto your belly. Doctor's orders.'

Lindsay took a long moment to admired Adam's body, tough and disciplined to be a top-cop, but it had it's soft spots too; one she was especially fond of was right there, on the backs of his shoulders. She loved to hold onto him there, whether it was in comfort or passion, so it was where she decided to start with the massage oil. She grinned gleefully at his low, guttural moan of joy and actually saw his hands fist in the sheets until his knuckles went white.

'That feel good, baby,' she murmured, bending low so her lips grazed his earlobe.

'Fuck, yes. God, you're good at that Lindsay.' Adam wanted to turn over and take her then and there...in a few minutes, he decided as he closed his eyes. 'Feels so good, my love...so...so...good.'

Lindsay knew she'd come a long way and was truly in love with this man by exactly what happened next - rather than taking her and ravishing her as she knew her man wanted to do, Lindsay heard him start to snore, his muscles relaxing with sleep. She nudged him to his side, tugged the sheets up so that he was covered to the waist. She cuddled herself in close to him so she could see his face and kissed him sweetly before dropping off herself.

The next morning, Adam awoke with Lindsay in his arms, naked and soft and angelic as his cellphone went off. He twisted, reached for his phone while still keeping one hand on Lindsay's back. 'Brennan,' he mumbled, still only half-awake.

'It's Beckett. Get up, we've got a very eager ME on our hands wanting to meet with us before we go play nice with the other kids at school.'

'You driving?'

'Yes, and I've also got the snacks too. RJ and his sous-chefs were baking last night while we went to see Ashley, and Rick made us breakfast burritos too.'

'Sick. I'll see you in twenty.'

Lindsay lifted her head from the pillow as she felt the sudden lack of warmth when Adam got out of bed for the shower. 'Adam, baby, you need breakfast?' she asked blurriness in every syllable. 'You need some eggs or toast?'

'No, it's okay, my sweet sweet strawberry. Beckett's got burritos and pastries.'

'Okay. Lindsay shoved herself to her elbows and smiled at him. 'Take care of my cop, my love.'

Adam grinned, leaned down to kiss her. 'You know I will.'

Once dressed and ready to go, he was walking out of the apartment building door just as Beckett's ride glided to the curb. 'Food first,' he told her and she tossed him a homemade breakfast burrito in a Ziploc bag. He took a bite and felt the delicious eggs and cheese and spices hit his tongue. 'Okay, I'm human now, what's going on?'

'Shane called me, he just got the results from Micah's work on the evidence we brought in, and he sounds like he might split into twins if he doesn't share it soon.'

'That was quick work.'

'Apparently when we brought it in, Micah flagged it as priority so we'd have it for our meeting with the rest of the staff at the school this morning.'

'What time are we going to meet them?' Adam asked, munching more of his burrito.

'Staff meeting is at nine, Anna Leung has asked us to sit in.'

'Sweet.'

Beckett stopped the car at the red light on Seventh Avenue. 'So, you excited for the weekend?'

'Oh, yeah, it's going to be a great time. Just promise me one thing on your part for Lindsay.'

'What is it?'

'Don't let her take part if it's amateur's night at the strip club I know you're dragging her too.'