This is set two weeks after the last chapter...somewhat mature content...Enjoy :)

Brennan's snuggled in the sheets, her head resting on Booth's bare chest. She's awake, but she's not ready to get out of bed yet. She shifts and feels Booth's arms wrap around her and him tug her closer to his body. She slides her hand down his chest slowly, tracing the indents of his muscles.

Booth moves his hand through her hair and down her back, caressing her silky-smooth skin.

She moans softly against his neck and tilts her head back, meeting his warm brown gaze.

He leans down and presses his lips against hers, his fingernails now lightly grazing her shoulder.

She cups the side of his face with her hand, her thumb skimming across his cheek bone. She pulls back slightly and smiles. "Good morning," she mumbles.

"Good morning, Mrs. Booth," he teases, tugging her back against him, their lips, once again, crashing together.

She laughs and rolls her eyes, giving his chest a light smack. She moves her hand upwards and runs her fingers back through his hair, giving it a small tug.

He repositions himself so he's now hovering above her and lowers his head, diving for her neck. He lightly pecks at her skin, running his hand down the length of her torso.

She arches her back, tilting her head to the side, and hooking her arm around his neck.

He shimmies down, propping himself up on his forearms. He lifts his head and glances at her, a playful smirk spread across his features. He closes the gap between them and pushes his lips against hers, eliciting a moan from deep in her throat. He grounds his hips into hers and brushes his tongue against hers as he explores the depths of her mouth. He pulls back when his phone begins to ring, but she just pulls him right back, intensifying their kisses.

"Don't answer that," she breathes out.

He opens his eyes and stares into hers, which are dark with desire and a tad bit of annoyance. He sighs and reaches for his phone despite her protests.

She snatches it and throws it across the room. "Don't worry. I'll buy you a new one when we get home." She pauses. "So where were we?" She whispers, huskily.

He blinks, momentarily shaken, but soon shrugs it off and kisses along her jaw line, nibbling on her skin. He kisses down her neck, stopping at the hollow of her left collarbone.

She shifts and wraps her arms around his, moaning as his pelvis grinds into hers once more.

He kisses his way to her cleavage, brushing her bra straps off her shoulders at the same time. He slides his hand back and unhooks her bra with one flick of the wrist, tossing the garment somewhere in the room. He cups her right breast in his hand and gives it a delicate squeeze.

She arches her back and taps her thumb under his chin, causing him to look at her. "Kiss me," she orders, narrowing her eyes.

He nods and presses his lips against hers once more, his thumb climbing over her nipple, drawing out a moan and a quiet string of giggles. He just smiles and speeds up their kissing.

They soon flip over and it's her turn to kiss down his torso. Her lips, tongue, and hand work in tandem to cover every inch of his tanned skin.

He groans as her pelvis grinds against his painful erection. "Bones," he breathes out.

She rubs herself against him harder, bringing her mouth back up and crushing his lips with hers. She tugs on his hair and caresses the side of his face and neck as she begins to nibble on his bottom lip.

He flips her over, pinning her against the mattress.

She lets out an 'oh' and another involuntary laugh.

He tears off his boxes and removes her underwear. He lays on top of her, his body flush with hers, and lifts his hand to her face. He traces her hairline and the curve of her cheek with his fingers tenderly and lowers his head, his lips meeting hers in a soft kiss. "You're so beautiful," he whispers when he pulls back. He eases inside her, not interested in waiting any longer, and deepens the kiss, closing his eyes tight.

Several minutes later, he collapses beside her and breathes in and out, his heart racing, sweat dripping down his face.

She lies on her back still and pants, a thin layer of sweat covering her naked body, the sheets tangled around her lower legs. She brushes her hair out of her eyes and turns her head in his direction.

He opens his eyes slowly and meets her gaze, smirking at her. "Good morning," he repeats for the second time.

"A good morning indeed." She leans in and gives him a quick peck on the lips. She scoots closer and curves her body against his.

He kisses the small wrinkle between her brows and sighs. "What's on your mind, Bones?"

"There's always something on my mind, Booth."

"Something's upsetting you."

She nods. "I never thought I'd say this, but I…I miss the kids."

"I do too." He pauses. "But we have three days left in paradise and then we get to see them."

She nods and lets out a breath "I know." She kisses him softly on the lips and rests her head on his shoulder. She drums against his chest and closes her eyes. "This is nice, though."

"Mmhmm," he mumbles, stroking her hair. His eyes fall shut and he drifts into a semi-conscious state as she begins to draw small circles on his skin. "I love you, Bones."

She smiles. "I love you too, Booth," she whispers.

Within a few minutes of each other, they're both asleep.

Later that evening, Brennan's sitting on a blanket on the secluded beach outside their Hawaiian villa with a glass of champagne in her hand. She's leaning against Booth, who has his arm around her, as the sun sets, painting the sky in bright pink, purple, and orange.

Booth takes a sip of his champagne and glances at Brennan.

She feels his eyes on her, so she turns her head and raises an eyebrow. "Yes, Booth?"

He shakes his head. "Oh, nothing."

"You're staring at me."

"Is that a crime?"

"Well, no, but it's kind of creepy."

"I'm a guy with a beautiful wife. I have the right to stare every now and then."

"I still think it's creepy."

"I didn't ask what you thought, did I?" He teases, digging the base of his glass in the sand so it stands up.

"You asked a question. I was answering it honestly. I thought you valued my opinion," she says, feigning hurt.

"You know I do, Bones."

She laughs and stands up.

"Where are you going?"

"To dip my feet in the water." She walks down to the water's edge and stands there as the waves crash onto her feet. She shivers, at first shocked by the temperature.

He races down and picks her up, walking farther into the water.

She yelps. "Booth, put me down!" She punches his shoulder until he drops her in the water. She slips and ends up with just her head, neck, and shoulders above the surface.

He laughs until she gives his arm a hard tug, causing him to fall too. He splashes her and then presses his lips against hers, both of them now in full hysterics. He pulls back when he starts to get a bit lightheaded and smiles at her. "A perfect end, to the perfect day."

"Perfection doesn't ex—."

He wraps his arms around her and pulls her in for another kiss. "You sure about that, Bones? 'Cause I think my life's pretty damn perfect," he whispers.

She reciprocates the kiss and then stands up. "Race you to the blanket."

"You're on."

Before he has a chance to stand, she kicks up some water, splashing him in the face, and then takes off towards the sand.

He gasps, wiping off his face and leaping up. "Big mistake, Bones," he shouts, running after her, unable to stop laughing. He catches up to her, running out in front of her, and hooks his arm around her waist, hoisting her up over his shoulder. He turns around, carries her the rest of the way, and sets her down on the blanket carefully. He drapes his arm over her thighs and leans in, pressing his lips hard against hers.

She twists her body towards his and pushes at his shoulders. When he falls back onto the blanket, she straddles him and continues to kiss him. Perhaps Booth is correct...maybe perfection does exist, she thinks as he deepens the kiss.