Hey pals! How are you holding up? I'm doing well; though I'm already dreading the hiatus, I'm finding that it's also sort of making it easier to write fic. I feel as if when writing, I either have to address the Hannah issue or do an established relationship fic. I chose one of those!

Here's a little one shot I put together. For those of you following on Twitter, this one's not on there. Either way, I hope it makes you smile a bit.

-b&b-

Brennan pulled in a deep breath as she closed the door to her apartment. She wasn't surprised that it was dark; it was nearly 2 AM, and she'd told Booth not to wait up. It wasn't until she'd insisted she wasn't going to drive home after her lecture that he finally agreed to go to bed. But as she'd closed her phone, she'd realized she was going to break a promise to him. Not wanting him to worry, she'd kept it a secret and drove the four hours home, anxious to be near him.

And as she set her travel suitcase down next to his gym bag, she tried to be quiet. Walking back toward their bedroom, she opened it slowly, peering inside. Booth was sprawled on his back, his bare chest and shoulders narrowing down to his firm stomach where their dark brown sheet covered him from hips to thighs. His legs were bare and led down to his long feet. Though she was exhausted, Brennan found she was content watching him for several moments. Suddenly more relaxed than she'd been in the past 24 hours, she leaned in her doorway, watching the rise and fall of each breath he took. It wasn't often that she got to watch him sleep. Most nights their schedules were compatible enough that they fell asleep together, and on the off chance she was going to be later than him, he inevitably stayed up to, as he said, "Kiss his girl goodnight." No matter how many times she chided him (with a smile), "I'm not a girl," he'd reply with a smile of his own and the promised kiss, adding, "No, but you're my girl." For the first few months, she'd tried to argue the fallacy in his logic, but after each time she tried, he managed to silence her with sexy kisses and soft touches, and she decided it was better to just leave it alone.

And in the mornings, he was usually up first. He liked working out early, "when only the really dedicated people are there, Bones," he often insisted. And when he said it in his sweet and bragging way, she never had the heart to tell him that it was impossible to tell how dedicated someone might be toward exercising merely by the evidence of the time of day in which said person did the exercising.

It wasn't until her eyes trailed back up his body to his face that she realized he was now awake and blinking in her direction. "Bones?" his voice rasped, low and welcoming in the dark room.

"Yes," was all she answered, her feet hearing the call of his voice and moving her forward from her doorjamb. "I didn't want to wait."

Booth didn't chide her or accuse her of anything. Instead, "C'mere" was all he whispered as his arms fell to his sides, his hands opening in welcome as he watched her sit down near him. His eyes closed when she leaned down and pressed her lips against his.

"I missed you," Brennan admitted on a soft whisper. She pulled back, glad it was dark in the room, dark enough to hide her blush. After almost a year of being fully committed to a romantic relationship with her partner, it still took her some time to admit her feelings on certain things. Being dependent and desperate for him were two of those things, but the pleasure she always saw on Booth's face always made her confessions worth it.

This time was no exception, and he lifted onto one elbow, using his other hand to tug at her arm. Brennan didn't fight him and soon found herself over him, her hands and knees resting on the bed near his body.

"Three days is too long to be without you, Bones. That's a fact."

The honesty in his eyes proved his words, and Brennan could do nothing but lean down and kiss him again. Oh, she'd missed him; she really had. It was dangerous how much she had after only being away from him for three days and nights and only a few hours away. Her neck arched back as Booth's hands began to run over her sides and hips. "Booth…" she breathed on a sigh. "Yes…"

Though she loved being underneath him (another dangerous sign), her favorite thing was to have his hands all over her. And when she straddled him and lifted up, he was always able to lie on his back and run his palms and fingers all over every inch of her. Yes, she had missed him indeed.

His lips began a soft pattern in the crease of her neck, and Brennan stared blindly ahead when Booth's hands found the bottom hem of her fitted skirt. She hadn't even taken the time to change out of what she'd worn for her lecture and was now fully dressed in a knee-length tweed skirt with a white dress shirt tucked in at the waist. Booth's fingers rubbed gently under the skirt before slipping upward. His own surprised moan gently vibrated against her skin when he realized the black pantyhose she was wearing were really in the form of lace topped thigh highs. His thumbs began a steadied scraping against the lace there, and Brennan squeezed her eyes shut, trying to force her hips from grinding down onto his stomach. She wanted his hands.

Just as his teeth nipped at her jawline, Brennan felt a hint of coolness along her thighs. She peered down her own body to see Booth gently folding her skirt up. He didn't hike it up around her waist, but methodically protected the fabric from tearing or wrinkling until it was folded up past the tops of her thighs. His hands settled against the bare skin of her hips and Brennan couldn't resist looking down at him and capturing his lips with hers. His warm hands moved to cup her bottom and Brennan arched backward toward him, wanting him to hold her tighter. He gave her one squeeze and gently bit her bottom lip at the same time, growling when she bit him a bit harder in return. But then his hands were sliding between their bodies up toward her neck. Booth continued to kiss her, letting his tongue parry with hers as he deftly unbuttoned her white dress shirt. He left it tucked in and only parted the top wide enough to be able to cup her breasts in his hands. Brennan once again arched back as the combination of his touch and the lace of her white bra caused her sensitive breasts to tighten. "Booth," she murmured again, her eyes falling shut and her neck tilting to one side. She felt Booth gently run his index fingers along the top of her bra, pulling down the fabric until it pushed her bare breasts upward for his perusal. She was sure she didn't miss the noise from the back of his throat, and she almost opened her eyes to see his face, but when she felt his warm mouth on her skin, she was helpless to do anything but remain as still as possible.

Most men she'd been with were always looking to play too firmly with her breasts at first. But not Booth. He'd known, somehow right from the start without her ever having to tell him, that what desperately aroused her was to have a man run his open mouth along her breasts. Booth's lips and tongue skimmed around her nipples, sometimes sucking as they went, and sometimes just creating warmth before being followed with a cool breath. He never failed to get her completely slick and ready for him when he did this. Sometimes she wanted a harder touch, a firmer suction. And he always seemed to know that too.

As his tongue rubbed against the underside of her right nipple, Brennan cried out, feeling it all the way down to her clit. When she'd chosen to drive home, it hadn't been for this particularly, but now that it was happening, her entire existence seemed to center on how long it would take before he began to touch her between her legs.

Not long, as it turned out. After another firm pass of his tongue followed by a soft pull from his lips, Brennan felt his right hand slide up her thighs. He then leaned back against his pillow, staring up at her as he wedged his hand against her warm center. Brennan looked down to see her skirt around her waist, her thighs encased in stockings, her perfectly pressed blouse opened from neck to waist and her breasts rucked up over her lacy bra. She normally would have considered such a look to be quite tasteless, but when Booth was looking at her like he was, it was impossible not to see herself exactly as he did.

Sure enough, "You're perfect, Bones," escaped his lips as her hips began to rotate against his hand.

She knew her own merit, and still, a flare of disbelief rose in her mind, and she smiled sadly. "You're the only one who believes that."

Rather than replying right away, Booth merely used his other hand to slowly work her panties down to her knees. "Isn't that enough?" he asked softly, sleep still in his voice as he ran both of his hands back up her legs to rub in the creases where they met her hips.

Brennan stared down at Booth, this man she'd grown to love. The man whose opinion she valued over all others. That he knew her the best and still loved her was amazing to her. It was impossible to define, and it had taken her a long time to accept that. She only hoped that what he saw in her eyes mirrored what she saw in his. "Yes, Booth…you're more than enough," she agreed on a whisper. The moment was emotional and gently charged with meaning and represented the normalcy that had come when they'd gotten past their barriers and agreed to work and live together.

Booth's index finger slicked against the tip of her clit, and Brennan cried out. It was loud in the otherwise quiet room, and Booth did it again, his lips returning to their post at the side of her neck. He sank his thumb into her center, the pad of his thumb and his knuckle rubbing against her walls, so perfectly. And when he wrapped his lips against her nipple and began the steady suction she knew he knew she'd now prefer, Brennan began to rock her hips in time to his movements. Desperate for more, she yanked herself back, pulling impatiently at the sheet covering any part of him.

"Take this off," she demanded and heard him chuckle, even as he pulled on the cotton fabric.

"The sheet?" he asked, already doing as she'd requested.

"Yes," Brennan fell onto him, running her hands over his bare arms until she was pressing her body all along his. Booth groaned and his hips thrust upward toward hers. Brennan realized he was hard and ready for her, and in her mind's eye, she could imagine the way he'd lengthened at the sight of her, at the feel of how wet he'd made her. She pressed down harder against him, and Booth growled, pinning his hands to her hips and preventing her from rocking backward. He rolled them over until she was flat beneath him.

"Off," he flicked at the collar of her shirt before going to work on her skirt. It took some maneuvering as Brennan wrestled to remove her shirt and bra while Booth had to seek out her skirt's zipper. Finally, they both were successful and Brennan moved to sit up to remove her black stockings. Booth's hands landed on the lacy tops against her thighs. "These stay on," was all he said as he used his upper body to push hers back down to the bed.

His lips captured hers and his tongue began to thrust inside her mouth. Brennan felt deliciously naughty, wrapping her silk covered legs around Booth's waist as the rest of her body was bared for him. He was hot and firm and his rough palms cupped her bare bottom as the scrape of his day old beard scratched at her chin. Being with Booth was so electrically arousing, so stimulating and visceral.

"Inside me," she demanded, rolling her hips in a circular motion to tempt him. It wasn't time for teasing, and Booth seemed to know that too. Brennan's legs fell to her sides when she felt the tip of him at her opening. "Oh yes," she rasped out, scraping her nails along his back. And when he slid into her at the same time he hitched her legs up and over his shoulders, she cried out and came all around him, feeling every single inch of him deeply embedded inside ever inch of her.

"Oh, I really missed you," she heard the desperation in her voice as she felt the clenches of her orgasm center all around the throbbing length of him. "Booth…please move,"

"Not yet," he answered, and Brennan's eyes flew open at the sound of his voice.

His eyes were dark and his lips were parted, and she felt him thicken inside of her. "I want to feel everything, Bones. I can't miss a single second of you coming…all for me."

Another spasm of pleasure coursed through her, and she tightened her muscles around him. "Yeah," he murmured. "That. I can't miss a single moment of that, Bones. Baby, you know moving would feel so good, but…it's like I can't even bear to be apart from you for one second."

"Mmmmm…" Brennan moaned and ran her hands along his chest. "Okay." She took his hands in hers and pulled them away from her legs, letting them settle back around his waist. "Stay where you are."

Using her stomach muscles, she tightened around him. Her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. "Let me make you come."

Booth groaned and sank a fraction deeper inside of her with this new angle. Brennan took it as a sign to continue. She laid sucking kisses along his neck and jaw while she squeezed him with her internal muscles, concentrating on a rhythm and pattern. Her arms and legs began to almost ache with the struggle to control his strong body from below him. But still, she maintained her efforts, able to feel him as much at the wide base of his penis as she could where his firm head rested against the end of her passage. And in between, she let her body flutter and tighten around him.

Curse words escaped his lips in conjunction with her name and she felt him drip inside of her.

"Bones…Bones…Oh, Bones…" he began to chant, and Brennan used all of her strength to keep up her actions. When she felt his hands grasp her hips and squeeze almost painfully, she knew he was so close. Gritting her teeth, she contracted her walls against his firm cock and didn't relent until he began to pound inside of her, coming so hard, so long…so desperately.

"Baby," he drew out on a long breath, his face now buried against her shoulder. "So fucking perfect…so perfect for me. Bones…"

It was impossible to keep from touching him, and Brennan lightly skimmed her fingers up his back, knowing he preferred a light touch against his sensitive skin. "You're perfect for me too, Booth," she admitted on a whisper. Not sure if he'd heard her or not, she didn't care. It was enough for her to know that she could believe it.

When his breathing returned to a somewhat normal pattern, he slipped from her and leaned back, both of them groaning at the loss. But then he was lifting the previously discarded sheet back up and around them, pulling her close as he wrapped his arms around her. "You're the only one who thinks that about me, Bones," he added, and she knew he'd heard her. "And yeah, before you ask," he continued. "You're a hell of a lot more than enough."

A smile covered her lips as her fingers settled against his chest, like they almost always did. She laid a soft kiss against his warm skin and nuzzled him as he hitched her even closer to him, running his hands down to cup her bottom like they almost always did. It was safe, it was familiar, it was…

It was perfect.

The end!

~~b&b~~