Someone asked if I could write another chapter about Booth and Brennan's honeymoon and I wasn't planning on doing it, but then this idea popped into my head and I couldn't resist, so I hope you like it.

It's their last night in Paradise, so Booth and Brennan decided to take a walk. It's early evening and they have reservations for dinner, but Brennan wanted to explore the island a little more before they left for home tomorrow morning. Their arms are linked and she's leaning against him as they walk along the crushed pebbled path. She separates from him when something catches her eye and steps off the path, entering a small forested area. She crouches down and picks something up.

Booth follows and looks down at her. "Whatcha got there, Bones?"

"I'm not sure." She examines the object and tilts her head, glancing up at his curious expression. "The skull appears to be part of the order Carnivora. Perhaps it belongs to an Indian Mongoose. They're somewhat common on this island." She pauses. "Henry would love it."

He rolls his eyes. "A skull? Really? You're gonna bring home a skull for our nine month-old son?"

She stands up and nods. "Yes."

He rubs the bridge of his nose and walks back towards the path they had just abandoned.

She shrugs and examines the skull further. "Its canines are impressive," she observes. She places the small skull carefully in her over-the-shoulder bag and crouches down again.

He looks over at her. "What are you doing now?"

"I'm looking for more of the skeleton," she says, sifting through the soil, rocks, and small twigs that cover the ground.

"Of course you are." He pauses and glances at the watch that adorns his wrist. "We should start walking back."

She ignores him, too focused on her search for more bones to register that he's talking to her or talking at all, for that matter.

"Bones?" He pauses. "Yoo-hoo, Bones," he tries again. "Bones!"

She shakes her head and looks up at him. "What?"

"We should start walking back. Our reservations are at seven."

She nods and stands up. "There doesn't appear to be any other parts of the skeleton here, anyway." She smiles and joins him on the path. "The skull, however, will make a great souvenir."

"Uh-huh, yeah, whatever you say," he mutters.

She slips her hand in his and intertwines their fingers. "It's a beautiful night. We should ask if the restaurant has outdoor dining accommodations."

He squeezes her hand, brushing his thumb against hers. "Okay." He pauses. "You know, as much as I miss the kids, I'm kinda bummed we're leaving tomorrow."

She nods. "I agree. Spending ten days alone with you has been very…satisfying," she smirks at him, her eyes twinkling.

"We'll have to do it more often. I don't mean, ten days or even going as far as Hawaii, but we should go away, just the two of us, every once in a while."

"I would like that."

He lowers his head and closes ninety percent of the gap between them.

She rises up slightly on her tippy-toes, closes her eyes, and leans in the rest of the way, her lips capturing his in a warm and tender kiss, which quickly escalates.

He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her into him so her body is flush against his own.

She rests one hand on his right shoulder and snakes the other around to cup the nape of his neck. She runs her tongue along his lower lip before sliding it into the confines of his mouth. She scrunches the fabric of his tight black T-shirt and plays with the hair near the base of his skull.

A loud, deep-throated moan escapes and echoes through her mouth. The sound of passersby finally registers with him and he's quick to pull back. He looks around and then swiftly pecks at her pink, swollen lips once more. He brushes her hair away from her eyes and smiles.

She matches his smile with one of her own and threads their fingers together again. "Let's go eat," she says, at last, pulling her eyes away from his.

He nods. "Let's go eat," he parrots, taking a step forward.

She follows and soon they make it to the restaurant…with three minutes to spare.

Later that night, while Booth's in the shower, Brennan's standing on the balcony, leaning over the railing and watching the waves crash against the shore below, the moon reflecting brightly on the surface of the water. She breathes in and exhales slowly, closing her eyes. The breeze washes over her, blowing her hair slightly. She shivers as the cool air brushes against her warm, sun-kissed skin, and smiles to herself.

"Are you gonna shower or go straight to bed?" Booth asks, leaning against the doorframe, rubbing a towel against his damp hair.

She jumps at the sound of his voice and turns around. "Huh? Oh, uh, I'm probably just going to go straight to bed. I'm kind of tired."

He nods. "I'm done in the bathroom."

She smiles and walks past him.

He grabs her arm gently, causing her to spin back to him. He catches her and presses his lips against hers. He breaks the kiss, drops his arms, and takes a step back. "You looked a little lost there for a minute. You all right, Bones?"

She nods. "Yes, Booth. I was just watching the waves crash against the shore. It's very calming." She pauses. "And I was thinking that maybe we should rent or purchase a beach house some place and every summer, we could stay there for a week or so with the kids. Christine loves the beach and I'm sure Henry would enjoy it, as well."

"You know what, Bones? That's an awesome idea."

She smiles.

"When we get back to D.C., we'll look into it."

She nods. "Okay." She heads into the bedroom and pads across the rug towards the bathroom, disappearing inside.

He follows her, shutting the French doors and crawling into bed. An 'ahh' escapes his lips as he melts into the plush sheets and pillows.

She emerges from the bathroom in one of his Rolling Stones shirts, the hem hitting her about mid-thigh. She climbs into bed and immediately scoots over to him. She curves her body around his and rests her head on his shoulder, letting out a breath mixed with a contented hum. "Are you packed?"

"Pretty much. You?"

She nods. "Yes, except for my toiletries and the clothing I'm wearing right now," she whispers, sleep beginning to creep up and overtake her.

He hooks his arm around her waist and buries his face in her hair, kissing the top of her head. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Booth." She pauses. "I'm glad we did this."

"Me too, Bones, me too." He reaches over and switches off the bedside lamp. He shifts and tugs the thin sheet up, covering them both. "You know what I'm gonna miss the most?"

She shrugs. "What?"

"This bed." He laughs and closes his eyes.

She yawns, making no effort to conceal it, and drifts off to sleep.

For a while, he listens to her even breathing and soft snores, and slips his hand under the hem of the T-shirt and caresses her back, before he, too, succumbs to his exhaustion.

One more chapter to go :(