A/N: The end is near! It's right over here...

Thank you to everyone that stuck it out through this with me. I've really enjoyed all of the feedback and the conversations! I'll probably take a break and write some fluffy stuff for my Friends Don't series now that I've got this hefty weight off my chest.

Brennan glanced up from her computer screen as Booth tapped on the door jamb of her office, the office he'd built for her in their mighty hut. "Hi Booth." she greeted him before turning her attention back to her screen.

"Whatchya workin' on?" he asked, strolling up behind her chair and leaning over to press a kiss to the top of her head. She relished the casual liberties they could take now. It had been seven months, and she didn't think she'd ever tire of all those little things.

Brennan exhaled slowly. "I am revising the chapter that my editor sent back." she groused. She understood the whole purpose of the editor was to edit, but the suggestion that the ending to her chapter was unrealistic had been simply offensive, especially considering it had actually happened.

"Can I read it?" Booth asked, and Brennan slid her chair out, silently rising from her seat and gesturing for him to take it with pursed lips. "Okay…" he said slowly, taking a seat in her chair. "C'mere." he instructed, tugging her arm to pull her down on his lap.

"No, Booth. I'm far too heavy…" she argued, but it was too late, he'd already wrapped his arms around the girth of her pregnant belly, holding her in place. At his protest, she finally relented, sitting sideways across his thighs as they both read the chapter on her screen.

She smirked as his fingertips traced absently round and round just above her knee. When he cleared his throat and shifted just slightly, she stopped reading her screen and began watching his face instead. He licked his lips and she watched his pupils dilate until his eyes were nearly all black. His circling fingers became explorers, questing up and down her thigh.

"So, uh…" he cleared his throat again, and she decided she'd never tire of his bashful side. "What– what didn't the editor like?" he asked, making an attempt to discreetly adjust his sweatpants. "I mean… it seems pretty, uh, solid to me." he told her, leaning back in the chair a little and spreading his knees further apart.

"She claims that the security guard catching them in the Jeffersonian parking structure in Agent Andy's SUV and reporting them to Corrine, the lab administrative supervisor, is unrealistic. She said the readers would be more satisfied if they weren't interrupted." Brennan explained, reiterating the feedback she'd been given..

"Yea, Kathy and Andy would have been a lot more satisfied if they hadn't been interrupted too. Do ya think she thought about that?" He asked, clearly still feeling the disappointment several months later. Brennan smiled indulgently, scratching her nails in the short hairs at the base of his neck. She'd made it up to him, but perhaps she'd need to pay special attention to him tonight with the metaphorical wound being reopened.

"She also went on to say that the disciplinary action they received was too harsh, which I actually agree with her on, and will be passing that information along to Cam at our next one on one review." Brennan explained, watching as Booth closed his eyes and exhaled.

"Bones, you can't do that, cause then she might not give us back our good parking spaces when our punishment is over." he complained, and she rolled her eyes. She hadn't been the one to feel the brunt of that particular punishment though. Despite her insistence that she could easily walk from her temporary parking space in the structure across the street, he'd been equally insistent upon dropping her off at the door in a misguided act of chivalry.

"The editor also indicated that the… vigorous nature… for which I described the act seemed far too exaggerated to have occurred in a car." Brennan murmured next to the shell of his ear as she recalled said act.

It had been completely exhilarating, and their adrenaline had been pumping. They'd just closed their first case since she'd returned to work, and a celebratory kiss in the front seat of the Sequoia had quickly turned into a driver's seat being slid back and laid into the fully reclined position, a straddled lap and a lifted skirt, torn panties and thighs that had ached for days to follow from the speed and sheer vigor of her riding him. She'd climaxed twice and could feel Booth closing in on his own orgasm when the bright light and loud knocking startled them. The security guard had initially threatened to call the police, but Booth had been quick to flash his badge and stammer through an excuse. The guard had settled for reporting them to their direct superiors to handle in-house disciplinary action.

Andrew was none too pleased with the report from the security office and the threat to revoke Booth's all access pass to the Jeffersonian premises. He had given Booth a stern talking to, for which Booth insisted had more to do with his lack of respect for Temperance as an intelligent woman deserving of more than a quickie in a car than it did with any disciplinary action. Cam had been more exasperated than anything. She'd handed them both a contract she'd drafted up after catching Hodgins and Angela on camera so many times, and had banished them to what Booth referred to as the nosebleed section of the parking lot for six months. She had cited that a long walk would help them burn off that excess sexual energy.

"Well, your editor clearly doesn't know you." Booth muttered with a cocky grin, tilting her chin toward him for a slow kiss.

"Perhaps, but it may have been the heat of the moment." she rationalized. "Data is only statistically significant if it can be repeated." she told him with a sly grin.

"Are you challenging my data, Dr. Brennan?" he accused her playfully, and she nodded, raising a challenging eyebrow at him. "If you wanna get in my pants, you just gotta say so, Baby." he teased.

"I assure you, I have strictly heuristic interests." she insisted unconvincingly.

"All right." he nodded, ushering her to her feet as he stood up too.

Holding her hand, he led her down the hallway toward the garage where his car was parked. He winked, opening the driver's door and climbing in as she waddled around to her side of the car and climbed into the passenger seat.

"C'mere." he instructed with a flirty smile, sliding his seat back.

Giggling, Brennan turned to climb over the console to straddle him, but her laughter quickly died down as she struggled a little more than she'd have liked to admit.

"Push your seat back more, Booth." she told him as she felt her belly pressing against his.

"It's back, Bones." he told her, sounding a little exasperated. "Just shift down my thighs a little bit more." he told her and she attempted to wiggle down. Her lower back pressed against the horn, startling them both. "Ow, shit." he groaned, and she winced, looking down at where her hand had landed whilst looking for leverage.

"What if I just…" she grumbled, trying to lift herself up higher on her knees, but her breasts seemed to be smothering him. "Sorry." she muttered, leaning back carefully to avoid contact with the horn again.

"It's not a bad way to go, all right." he commented with a chuckle, nuzzling his nose into her cleavage again. Irritated by his obvious amusement of the situation, she treated him to the most withering stare she could manage.

"Your car is too cramped for this!" she grumbled angrily at him, even though she knew it wasn't his fault. It was her own fault for suggesting this to begin with, but she was not ready to admit defeat yet.

"My car is the same size it's always been." he told her with a laugh, but she didn't find him humorous at all. Her movements still, and she looked at him with furrowed brows.

"The implication being that I've grown bigger." she commented, trying not to sound bitter about him pointing it out. "I'm aware of that." she added, and she was very much aware of her increased size. There was simply no denying it.

Booth sighed, cringing a little as he clearly realized his misstep. "It's not that you've grown bigger. It's just that you– you've gotten larger, you know you've.. Uh– you've expanded." he stammered. "You– you look great, by the way. So beautiful." he commented with an apologetic smile.

Brennen rolled her eyes at his backpedaling attempt. "What you see is a manifestation of your own virility, which fills you with a sense of pride and power." she informed him. "It's natural to confuse that with attraction." she added.

"Uh uh. No way. You– you look great." he insisted. "I am plenty attracted to you." he told her, lifting his hips off the seat as much as their limited space allowed . She smirked when his erection rubbed against her inner thigh. "We just need to–to regroup, okay?" he told her, and she tilted her head to the side in silent question. There was no room to regroup.

Opening his door, he nodded for her to get out. "Booth…" she complained, feeling moderately offended.

"Settle down; I'm gonna let you back in." he told her affectionately, and she rolled her eyes at him, carefully dismounting his lap and exiting the vehicle. "All right, now just slide back in, ass first." he instructed her with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows.

Doing as instructed, she allowed him to help her back into the car with his hands under her arms. Nestling her behind on his thighs, her belly was just a hair's breadth from the steering wheel. "Lean back against my chest." he murmured against the side of her neck, stroking his hands over her stomach. She complied, laying her head back on his shoulder and allowing herself to be hypnotized by his roving hands. "See, lots of space." he assured her quietly, dipping one hand below the waistband of her plaid pajama pants as the other roamed higher, stroking her breast with a well-practiced touch that allowed for pleasure without exacerbating the discomfort that her pregnancy had brought upon this particular part of her anatomy.

She moaned as his finger stroked slow circles over her clitoris, sending pleasure radiating through her. Reaching her arm up, she wrapped her hand behind his neck, scratching her dull nails along his hair line as she turned her face toward him and brushed her lips along the stubble on his jaw. Sighing, she gently canted her hips in time with his stroking finger, feeling his erection grind against her gluteus.

"Booth…" she murmured against his cheek, her breath coming heavily. She needed more, needed him, completely, but she couldn't find the words. Luckily for her, he was so attuned to her body, her every need. "I– I have secreted co– copious amounts of– of–" she stuttered, trying to further convey her readiness for much more than his current ministrations.

He chuckled against the cell of her ear, turning his face to meet her lips. "You can just say that you're wet, Bones." he muttered against her mouth. "And I know." he added with a cocky grin. She groaned in protest when he removed his hand from her pants. "So impatient…" he murmured, his voice alone causing her even further arousal. How the hell did he do that? "Can you lift your hips a little?" he asked, and she nodded, pressing her hands against the console and the door, she lifted herself off of his lap as much as the limited space would allow.

She felt his hands pushing her pajama pants down her hips to her thighs before he began shifting his own hips, freeing his erection from his sweats. She felt him slide the head of his penis along her labia, saturating himself in her secretions before he nudged at her entrance gently.

"Fucking Christ, Bones!" He gasped when she dropped back into his lap firmly, sheathing him within her completely in one stroke. She gasped at the sudden fullness she felt, and turned her head toward him.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked, concerned by his reaction. Inhaling deeply as his hands gripped her hips, he shook his head rapidly. "Was that too quick for your current state of arousal?" she asked, and he nodded, closing his eyes. "Are you concerned about premature ejaculation?" she asked, and he nodded again. "Do you want to recite some saints before I move again?" she inquired quietly, allowing herself a moment to silently gloat at her clear effect on him despite the changes her body had experienced in the last several months.

"Just–just give us a sec." he muttered, and she wondered who 'we' was, but didn't think he'd be willing to explain at this time. "Just need a second."

It was several seconds before he shifted, lifting his hips gently, as if testing. She groaned, pressing her bottom back against him further. Latching his mouth onto the side of her throat, his hips thrust up again, moving his erection deeper into her.

Their space was limited and his thrusts were short and quick, and she could feel how close he was when his movements became erratic.

"Booth… stimulate my–"

"Yea, yea, I got you, Baby." he assured her with a little chuckle as his hand slid back down the front of her pajama pants.

"What's so funny?" she gasped at the first contact of his fingertip on her clitoris. He grunted out another chuckle and shook his head. "What?" she demanded, starting to feel self-conscious with him for the first time in what felt like forever. He must have felt the tension in her body.

"Just something Hannah said once." he laughed, and then froze when she tensed even more. "No, no, no– not like that. I'll explain that later. It's your bossy squint talk. It's– fuck, Bones, it's hot, okay? It turns me on, Baby. It's– it's sexy." he murmured against the back of her neck. "Just keep talkin' like that, my sexy little nerd, all right?" he requested, and she smirked, grinding back on his lap as he resumed his thrusts, stroking her pulsing sex in time with each movement of his hips.

"Did you hear the doorbell?" she gasped, but he shook his head.

"Ignore it." he insisted on a husky grunt. "Talk nerdy to me." he begged.

She would have continued bossing him around if she hadn't been overwhelmed by the magnitude of her climax. Instead, she moaned his name, gripping anything she could get her hands on as she threw her head back against his shoulder again. He was right behind her, thrusting hard only once more before he buried his face in her neck, moaning her name and holding her body tight to his.

"Hello?"

"Booth! Someone is in the house!" Brennan gasped as they shifted, ending their connection and scrambling to adjust their pants. "Ouch, Booth." Brennan muttered as his movement shifted. Her belly pressed against the steering wheel, sounding the horn and startling them both again.

"They're in the garage, Mom!"

"Parker?" Booth called out, trying to help Bones out of the seat as the door from the house to the garage opened. "Rebecca!"

"Uh oh." Brennan muttered, wondering if this was a good time to tell Booth that she was stuck.

"Hey guys." Rebecca was looking at them strangely as she tried to push Parker back into the house. "Uh… We were at a birthday party around the corner. Parker wanted to stop by to pick up a video game." she explained, raising an amused eyebrow. "We'll be inside."

Brennan waited until the door closed before glancing over her shoulder at Booth's red face. "I believe we have proved being caught during sexual intercourse in the car is a statistic probability. I will be discussing this with my editor." she told him as he shook his head.

"You gotta be kiddin' me." Booth grumbled.

"What? At least you were able to achieve climax before we were interrupted this time. Perhaps, I will ensure Agent Andy gets to ejaculate in the book to appease my editor." she told him, but he didn't seem interested. "I wonder if Rebecca reads my books. She'll probably recognize this scene."

"Fuck me…" he muttered under his breath, sounding frustrated.

"I– I just did." Brennan responded quietly.

"Let's just – Let's just go inside." he muttered, helping her out of the car carefully. "Put on your parenting pants, Bones. We're about to have the sex talk." He told her. She turned to look back at him as he exited the vehicle, watching as he rolled his eyes. "Metaphorical pants." he muttered, following her into the house.

end.