Here is the new chapter for this one. I had debated finishing a chapter of Facing Fear first, but the response to the last one on this was so great, I decided to write one more before doing the final edit of a new Facing Fear chapter. And now without further adieu, here is the moving in/christening chapter. I hope you enjoy this one. Gregg.

Disclaimer: I don't own, or profit from, these characters or franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Seeley Booth was looking into a bin marked "Throwaway" in big letters on the side. It wasn't so much how full the damn thing was, but rather one particular item on the top of everything else that was drawing his attention. His Beer Hat. His best bath buddy. His oasis. His best personal creation. Then something cruel and mean spirited happens. And does that something have a name? You bet it does. Bones. And does poor little Seeley stand up to Bones and demand his Beer Hat's rights to equal coexistence? Nope. Poor little Seeley caved. Boy did he ever cave!

The Evening Before

Seeley Booth was in high Heaven. Three rooms christened in one evening, and now he was in the bathroom getting ready to add his contribution to the Royal Throne Room: his beloved Beer Hat. There it was! He gingerly opened the box that he'd specially prepared for it's move into Bones' apartment. Excellent! It was intact and ready to continue providing valuable and incredibly important service. After that and a couple of minor masculine necessities had been put away it would be time to christen the absolutely sinful luxury bath tub. The shower could wait until tomorrow morning. Who would have ever thought that him moving in would get Bones so hot? He sure hadn't, but her wild and insane performance in each of the christened rooms had sure shown him that she was more turned on than he could ever remember her being.

"What is that?!"

Uh oh. That didn't sound like a good thing. It wasn't the "Wow that's pretty creative!" he'd been expecting to hear. Nope. It had the ring of "That is not going in my outrageously expensive luxury bathroom!" to it.

"It's my Beer Hat Bones, and if you're really nice to me I'll even let you use it," he said with his best charm smile grinning wildly at her.

"Why would I ever wear such a ridiculous apparatus?" she demanded, her hands on her hips and her foot tapping impatiently.

"So you don't have to suffer with warm beer while you take a bath, Bones," he explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"I don't drink beer when I'm taking a bath, Booth," she told him, matching his rather patronizing tone.

"Well now you can," he responded, looking down with pride on his creation. "And I'm sure we can modify it slightly to hold wine."

"Get rid of it," she ordered.

Booth looked as if he had been seriously scandalized. "I can't have heard you right, Bones," he said, his head trying to come up with some other explanation.

"GET. RID. OF. IT!" she said slowly, and one word at a time, punctuated with a glare after each word.

"I'll keep it in the closet," Booth countered.

"No," Bones said as she leaned back against the sink, her arms crossed over her chest.

"In the storage locker," he pressed. He really wanted his Beer Hat. He knew that moving in with someone entailed sacrifice and compromise, but come on! The was the Beer Hat she was talking about! The next thing you know she'll be trying to get rid of his library of carefully collected and preserved Graphic Novels.

"No," she repeated.

"The SUV!" he said with triumph. Now that was one sanctuary she couldn't control.

"Not if you want to see me naked again in this lifetime," she told him smugly, and while she said this she slowly lifted her t-shirt, showing him that she hadn't put her bra back on after the last round of christening.

"You don't have to be naked to have sex, Bones," he said, a twinkle in his eyes, though he was mentally preparing himself to say goodbye to his beloved Beer Hat. When it came down to a contest between having sex with Bones again, or his Beer Hat, Bones won hands down. It really was no contest, and not just for the naked, sweaty sex, either. They were in a good place in their relationship, he realized. They could have a very serious point of contention, and yet still find a humorous way to "discuss" it. It showed just how much they had grown in the last year or so since they made the original agreement.

"Did I also mention that that includes any kind of sexual contact, up to and including groping, petting, and oral contact of any kind?" she mentioned sweetly, lowering her t-shirt, cutting off the view of her breasts.

Well that sure took the wind out of his sails, no matter how much he knew she couldn't get enough of the magnificent specimen that was his highly evolved, perfectly symmetrical male body.

"Now how can this possibly be fair, Bones?" he asked, his eyes still riveted to her now covered breasts. "I mean, you have all that obscene statuary and all I want is one simple Beer Hat. Where's the logic in that?"

Bones was amused at his attempt to logically save his ridiculous hat. "Those are very old artifacts of fertility deities, Booth," she explained with a smile. "Are you seriously trying to compare priceless artifacts with your Beer Hat?"

"Are you seriously trying to compare old statues with oversize dicks to something useful like the Beer Hat?" he parroted back in reverse, knowing he'd already lost. Oh well, he would think of ways to get back at her. Fun ways, but he would get even somehow.

Bones knew she'd won, so she was now able to tease and have her fun. "At least you and the statues have something in common," she remarked.

"Oh?" he asked, not really paying too much attention as he was watching as she drew them a bath, her body moving with almost sinful beauty.

She straightened up and turned to face him with a smile. "You each have big dicks," she informed him.

Booth laughed. He moved close to her and reached for her t-shirt, but she stopped him. "What?' he asked, a bit confused.

"No fun until that hideous thing is out of this bathroom and in the front room for disposal," she told him, a glint in her eye telling him she was serious.

"Damn," he muttered as he took the box and deposited it in the living room where the "Throwaway" bin was. He quickly made his way back to the bathroom and gasped at the sight of a very naked Bones stepping into the bath, her whole body moving gracefully.

Bones sighed as she settled back into the bathtub, the hot water soothing her tired, but aroused, body. Their "christening" activities had been extremely vigorous that night, and she was feeling it. That didn't mean that she was finished with "christening" for the evening, as she very much wanted to have a bit more fun here in the tub, and also a little later on in the new King sized bed that had been delivered that afternoon. The gasp from the doorway added to her excitement and she turned to see her lover watching her appreciatively. The bulge in his jeans was very noticeable and she licked her lips in silent appreciation. She had always loved well endowed men, and Seeley Booth was perfectly endowed for her tastes in her opinion.

"Are you going to join me?" she asked, her brow arched.

"Do you have to ask?" he remarked rhetorically.

Bones watched as he slowly removed his clothed. Her eyes took in the entire picture of that perfect body as it was revealed to her. His well defined chest narrowing to his abdominals and further down to what she really wanted to gaze at. He rarely did a slow strip for her like this, but tonight he was giving her a show. She'd been to plenty of male strip shows with Angela, both nude and semi-nude, but Booth always outshined those young hard bodies in her opinion. Her eyes widened in glee as he turned around showing her that wonderful ass of his as he pulled down his pants and boxers, showing himself off in his naked glory.

"Get that perfect ass of yours in here right now," she growled in a soft, feral tone. As he turned she chuckled at the sight of him already fully hard and ready for her. "Very nice," she purred as he walked over and got in, settling behind her, his hard length pressing between her ass cheeks and up her lower back. She shifted her hips a bit, loving the feel of him back there. She leaned back against his chest, taking his hands and placing them on her breasts, squeezing gently to give him a hint. She moaned as he continued to knead the pliant mounds.

For the next half an hour she let him give her a gentle, caressing massage along her front, and then he used a soft sponge to wash her, taking away the grime of a long day. They often took showers together, but only rarely took baths together. That was definitely going to change, she told herself as he dipped his hand down to her swollen and throbbing pussy, teasing her without mercy.

"If you ever want to leave the FBI you can be my permanent masseur and body washer," she purred in appreciation of his ministrations. She could feel herself spiraling towards an orgasm.

"I better be your only masseur and body washer from now on, Bones," he whispered in her ear in a sexy tone.

"You have been for the last year," she groaned as she felt a slight tremor course through her. She was close, and she could feel his hard cock pulsing, letting her know he was close, too. She quickly turned around and with a wicked flash of her eyes she straddled him, placing the head of his cock at her entrance. "Don't think this means I'm done with you for the night, as I expect a very thorough performance when we get out of here to christen the new bed," she told him as she sank down on his length, rotating her hips so he pressed against her engorged clit deliciously. Taking full charge of this round, she rapidly sloshed up and down on him in the water, loving the feel of him stretching and filling her. Like always he was able to hit her g-spot on every thrust into her, and her orgasm built to a fever pitch almost instantly.

"Fuck, you're insatiable, Bones," he said in a loud exhale, unable to do more than lean back and enjoy what she was doing to him.

She moaned loudly and managed to croak out "You're just now noticing?" She sped up her movement and felt him lengthen just as she exploded, his explosion right behind her as he let loose deep inside of her, the warmth of his cum soothing her as she came down from her release. She slumped against him, almost breathless. They lay there in the rapidly cooling water, catching there breath. Finally she lifted her head and smiled at him. "Are you ready to go christen our bed?" she asked, loving the incredulous look on his face.

"You're incredible, Bones," he said with a satisfied chuckle.

"I know," she said in a very sexy drawl. She leaned up and kissed him passionately. "And so are you," she told him.

The Present

Booth was still remembering the night before, namely the very vigorous christening of the bed, and then the rather exciting christening of the shower that morning just a little while ago. He was also silently contemplating the fate of his Beer Hat as he felt two very smooth, sexy arms wrap around his waist from behind.

"In a nondescript box, in the back of the closet where I can't see it, and you can use it once a month when I am not here," she told him in a sexy tone that also spoke of how worn out she was, not only from the rather impressive number of christenings they had managed the day before, but also the effort of the move.

"Really?" Booth asked in delight as he turned in her arms and looked down at her.

"After your performances yesterday, and then that fabulous shower wall fuck, how could I not compromise when it comes to our home?" she replied with a wink.

"You played me?!" he asked incredulously.

"Of course," she said with a sexy smile as she pulled out of his arms and let her loose robe slide off of her, revealing her completely naked body. "Now how about giving me some very good reasons to not get rid of those silly comic books," she told him as she turned and made her way back to the bedroom, a very exaggerated and sexy sway to her perfect ass.

"Graphic Novels," he defended instantly. "And they're not silly."

"Prove it, Boothy," she called out from the bedroom.

Booth puffed out his chest and strode to the bedroom, ready to do some more sexual battle. "Damn right I'm going to prove it, Bonesy," he muttered as he rounded the corner into the bedroom. No one gets between him and his GRAPHIC NOVELS!!!

A/N: I wanted to inject some humor into this one as the last chapter was a serious one, and also I wanted to go into the difficulties, in a humorous way, of moving in with someone, whether a lover or a new spouse. Compromise is the key, and Booth and Bones have found their perfect mode of compromise in keeping with the whole Friends With Benefits model. The next chapter will deal with Booth's difficulties of her not going into the field now that Zach is in Iraq. I hope you all enjoyed this fun interlude. As always I thank you for the wonderful reviews and comments. All the best, Gregg.