One of my favorite things is when Booth is funny and Brennan laughs at his jokes. I think that makes him feel good, and I think it makes HER feel like she's more in tune with what is funny to most people in the world, that kind of thing.

I also love when he laughs at her, when she's trying to be funny.

They are just too sweet.

-b&b-

As Booth lifted up onto his elbows, keeping their newfound rhythm going, Brennan noticed the exact moment he lost his tightly reined control. And then she noticed the exact moment he noticed that he'd lost his grip on control. A slight shiver raced up her spine that she'd known before him. Even their first time together, she could read his body, his eyes, just…him,

"Bones, " he groaned, now rocking his hips with what seemed like no rhyme or reason. He'd already taken her up and over. Twice. And now she was content to lie back and accept him, accept his desperation.

"Open your eyes," he begged, and she did, not even realizing she'd closed them in satisfied relaxation. His dark brown eyes were almost anxious, his lips parted, his brow furrowed, his neck tight, his…

"BONES!" he yelled out, slamming forward so hard her head almost hit the headboard.

Then he collapsed onto her, and she felt stifled for just an instant before he grunted and rolled them over, leaving her splayed all over him.

A rush of night-breeze skipped over her bare back and she shivered, her body instinctively pressing down onto his warmth. Their eyes met, and he blinked as she studied him. Tentatively, she rested her cheek on his chest. "Is this okay?"

"Yeah," His responding chuckle sounded satisfied and exhausted at the same time.

"That felt…different…" she confessed, her fingertips almost shy against his bare chest. "Different than any other sexual encounter I've had."

Booth was quiet for a moment and then he wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "That's because it was different. That was you and me. Everything between us is going to be different. Even sex."

He tensed a bit, as if already steeling himself for her disagreement, but Brennan only sighed.

"That is logical," she agreed, and smiled to herself when he seemed to relax.

"Oh yeah?" he murmured, running his strong hands over her back.

"Yes," she clarified. "It's like singing. Anyone can sing, but it's different, depending on who is singing together, that kind of thing."

"Ah," Booth nodded. "Well," he yawned, nudging her forward so he could nuzzle against her neck. "I'd say we hit all the right notes."

Brennan laughed; she couldn't help it. She pulled back to meet his eyes and smiled at his goofy, pleased grin. She smiled wider when he lifted her hands over her head as he rolled her onto her back, kissing her throat and moving down to her chest.

"One more thing," he added as he began adding his tongue to his work. "I prefer duets."

Brennan's mind raced, and then she laughed again, arching her hips up and wrapping her legs around his waist. This was good.

-b&b-