Hey everyone! Hope you are surviving this heat. It's enough to make me crazy. It's enough to make Booth want to take all his clothes off. Haha. I'll take it!
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Staving off the soft Saturday morning light, Brennan kept her eyes closed, even as her toes stretched deliciously, just past the edge of the sheet.
Why was it that sheets felt even silkier when shared with a sexy man? Even more tangled?
She cracked open one eye to look at Booth; her partner, and now, as of the last 10 hours, her lover. But still…her partner.
It was slightly strange to be watching him in her bed. She'd certainly seen him sleep before, that wasn't new.
She'd known he snored; he did it in her office all the time. But now she knew his body, long-limbs covered only with taut, tanned skin.
She'd known his lips parted when he inhaled. But now she also knew what it felt to have the soft skin of her breasts pulled into his warm mouth.
She'd known his shoulders were wide; she'd traced them with her lab-gloved fingers. But now she knew how they felt between her thighs.
She'd known what his voice sounds like. But now she knew what it sounded like the moment she sinks down onto him.
She'd known his eyes were brown. But now…with blinking eyes, Brennan realized that his eyes were opened and looking back at her.
"Hey," he mumbled, reaching to pull her close and under him. And Brennan felt surprised.
She'd expected him to be a bit more awkward. But he wasn't. He was the same man who held the door open for her.
The same man who nudged his plate of fries in her direction now nudged his face into the crook of her bare neck.
The same mouth that pursed in frustration over a suspect now opened with ease over her shoulders and chest.
The same hands that pressed against his hips now cupped hers, gentle but sure.
The same finger that pulled a trigger against murderers and thieves now brushed over her flashpoint. Tender. Perfect.
The same voice that read over case files now whispered in her ear. "Morning, Bones," was all he said as he continued his touch.
Brennan's hands fell open at her sides, and her thighs relaxed. She could feel his stomach muscles against her belly.
And she felt his chest brush against hers. Then his lips were against hers, his tongue nudging its way to hers.
When Brennan opened her mouth to welcome him, they both groaned, and his touch increased infinitesimally.
But after years of small steps between them, it made sense that a subtle increase in pressure would be what it took to push her over the edge.
Her fingers clenched his shoulders as she shuddered beneath him. It took all of her morning sated energy to open her eyes.
Booth rested above her, his weight partially held up by one elbow. A smile she'd never seen before covered his lips, and she blinked.
"You're sexy," she breathed.
Booth laughed then. "I didn't think you used words like sexy." He began to kick away the silk sheet tangled between their feet.
"Mmm…" Brennan tried to get her mind to focus, but then gave up when he settled his sure weight between her welcome thighs.
He cupped her hips again and lifted, and Brennan gasped. "You take my words away."
Now it was Booth's turn to groan as he entered her, and Brennan wrapped around him. "Bones," he rasped. "That's the sexiest thing I've ever heard."
His neck fell back as his hips moved forward. "You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen and felt…and oh, Bones."
Brennan's back settled against her cool bedsheet and she smiled, tracing her fingers over Booth's chest.
Booth. Her partner, her lover. Her man.
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