I couldn't resist this. There were some episodes of season 11 that were really good, and there were some that… weren't my favorite. This was inspired by one of the good ones—"The Cowboy in the Contest." There were some really good BB moments in that episode, so this is just a tag. This is going to be very smutty—just smut, really. I would say I'm sorry for the lack of plot, but I'm really not.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. The story title comes from the song "Walking the Wire" by Imagine Dragons.


Spontaneous? He could be spontaneous.

It was almost embarrassingly easy to break into the room that Brennan was staying in. Booth made a mental note to inform someone about the lack of security at the games, but that wasn't his main focus right now.

His wife was.

Instead of going in through the front door to her room, Booth climbed the tree positioned conveniently outside of her balcony. He swung himself over the railing, landing lightly, and easily picked the lock on the French doors. He slipped silently into the room, closing the door gently behind him.

And he took a second to just watch.

Most people didn't know that Temperance Brennan was the world's most indelicate sleeper. When she wasn't sharing a bed with him, she tended to spread out, hogging as much space and blankets as possible. She was sleeping that way now, but the blankets had fallen down around her waist, allowing Booth to see that she was sleeping in one of his t-shirts. It was one of his black FBI t-shirts, and if Booth wasn't mistaken, it was the shirt she had claimed as her own after the first night they had spent together when they had officially become a couple.

Damn, did he love this woman.

He had to admit, he was excited when he saw his wife walking into the bar in that costume and that hat. He'd been disappointed when she had declared that she didn't need to go undercover with him, but he knew when not to push her. So he'd let it go, but it appeared that she just couldn't resist playing the Wanda to his Buck. Then there she was, all decked out in cowgirl gear, and it felt like they were Booth and Bones again.

The fact that they were pretending not to know one another only added another element of excitement to this undercover outing. It kind of made him feel like they were playing Tony and Roxy for that first time all over again—a little forbidden, a lot hot. It was probably why he hadn't given it much thought when he had decided to sneak into his wife's room for a little midnight rendezvous.

Now really, the only question that remained was how to go about this. Booth knew his wife well enough to know that she loved things like this. Of course, after years together, Brennan was well aware of the fact that Booth was nowhere near being a prude. Booth didn't think he would ever get over seeing the flash of desire in her eyes whenever he got playful like this.

Booth climbed onto the bed, moving carefully so as not to shift the mattress too much. He tugged the blanket off of Brennan, once again marveling over the fact that she was such a dead-to-the-world sleeper. He had been endlessly amused to discover that while Brennan didn't keep anything resembling a normal sleep schedule, when she did sleep, there wasn't a whole lot that could wake her up immediately. She frequently slept through the loud alarms that Booth used to wake him up for his morning runs (Brennan now preferred to do yoga or cycle), and it never failed to amuse him.

Lifting a hand, he brushed some of the loose hair away from her face. Brennan shifted a little, leaning into Booth's hand, and a sleepy smile lifted one side of her lips. Booth brushed his lips across her cheek, pressing his free hand to the mattress to keep his weight off of her.

She let out a happy little sound, still clearly deeply asleep. Booth smiled as he settled on the bed next to her. Starting at her knee, he skimmed a hand up her thigh, only lightly brushing against her skin with the tips of his fingers. He stopped just where the hem of his t-shirt had ridden up high on her thigh and skated his fingers back down again.

After three rounds of brushing his calloused fingers against her smooth skin, Brennan let out another little sigh and rolled towards him, burrowing herself against his chest. She threw a leg over him to get even closer, her lithe thigh sliding over his hip as she pressed against him. Booth couldn't help the groan that left the back of his throat as he slid his hand down her thigh, hooking it behind her knee to tug her even tighter against him.

Some part of Brennan's brilliant mind had to have woken up—if the way she rocked slightly against Booth's rapidly growing erection was any indication. Her cotton boy shorts (a favorite of Brennan's while sleeping) and his worn sweatpants were the only barriers separating them. And even if her mind wasn't totally awake and functioning yet, her body certainly was. Booth could feel her heat, and the thought of sinking into her made him rock his own hips against her once.

But first, he had to wake her up.

Booth stroked some of her loose auburn waves away from her face, and took a moment to appreciate how peaceful she looked in her sleep. Sure, they both had their fair share of nightmares still, but the ones that plagued them for so long about their respective horrendous childhoods didn't attack them as much anymore. Things were better, and they had been for a long time.

That's why Booth was so thrilled to see Brennan walk into the saloon. He knew that in that logical, ordered mind of hers, she had come up with a million reasons as to why she couldn't go undercover with him. Booth couldn't deny that it had hurt a little when she had decided not to do. Just hearing Aubrey say, "Wait, do you guys normally do that?" in reference to them splitting up for undercover work didn't sit well with him.

After all, Booth had been going undercover with Brennan for eleven years. They had a well-established rapport, a way of communicating on a case that would be hard to replicate with anyone else. That's why he had to assure the higher-ups at the FBI that this would be more a fact-finding assignment—at least, that's the way it had to be until his partner showed up.

Brennan had decided to come in the end, and they were Wanda and Buck once again. Booth had to admit that he held a special place in his heart for Wanda and Buck. The nights they had spent in the camper in Florida hadn't been the first time they shared a bed together, but there was something more intimate about it. Maybe it was because it wasn't after some traumatizing case where they were trying to comfort each other, or maybe it was because they were just far enough away from DC for their real lives to be a little more separate, but their barriers had dropped in that camper. When they woke up wrapped in one another's arms, there was no awkward brushing off, no shy glances. They sort of just woke up and moved on, going about their day as if they slept in the same bed all the time.

Needless to say, Buck and Wanda held fond memories for him, and he knew that Brennan had shown up at the competition at least partially because of that. Closing his eyes, Booth pressed a tender kiss to Brennan's cheek and nuzzled close, burying his face into the crook of her neck. He breathed her in—the familiar scent of her melon and citrus shampoo, the lavender lotion she used at night, and that clean smell that seemed to always cling to her, due to the amount of time she spent in the lab.

"Mmmm." Brennan stretched and rubbed against him again. "Don't stop," she murmured around a yawn.

Booth smiled and trailed delicate kisses up the length of her neck. When he got to her lips, he kissed her gently and asked, "How long have you been awake?"

"Only a few minutes," Brennan admitted. She would never say it out loud to him (as doing so would only encourage Booth's cockiness), but Booth truly did have the ability to move as though he were invisible. Brennan had, admittedly, been sleeping better since she started sharing a bed with Booth—they both had, honestly.

Besides the fact that Booth had been deliberately trying to wake her up, her body always responded when Booth touched her, and it didn't take long for her mind to catch up, even when she was dead asleep. She slid her hands up his chest, wrapping them around his neck as she pressed even closer to him, until there wasn't any space between their bodies at all.

"So…" Brennan moved closer still with her leg over Booth's hip, letting out a gasping little moan when his arousal pressed snugly against her. "You snuck into my bed, and your intention was to…" She trailed off suggestively, knowing perfectly well what Booth was doing here, but enjoying teasing him anyway.

Booth's hand landed on her hip, and he slid it down the line of her thigh. He rocked his hips against hers, making them both gasp in pleasure. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers with each word he murmured. "You said you wanted spontaneity, so…"

With that, Booth's mouth came crashing down on Brennan's, kissing her deeply. Using the way her leg was wrapped around his hip, Brennan levered her weight and pushed Booth onto his back. They continued to kiss passionately, with abandon. Brennan slid her hands under Booth's shirt, pushing it up hurriedly in an effort to reveal the strong planes of his chest.

Booth lifted his arms over his head, allowing their lips to part for only a moment as Brennan tugged his shirt completely off. As she tossed it aside, she kissed Booth again, smoothing her hands down his chest and over the ridges in his abdomen. Booth's large hands curled around her bottom, pressing and rocking her against him in a natural rhythm.

Finally coming up for air, Brennan grinned down at her husband. "You know, your professionalism might be called into question, Agent Booth," she teased. "What would the others in your department say if they knew you were meeting your partner for an illicit rendezvous?"

Blinking up at her with hazy, passion-filled eyes, the corner of Booth's mouth ticked up in a smile. "You know how I get when you use big words like that, Bones." He moved one hand, sliding it under the shirt she was sleeping in and feeling nothing but the smooth skin of her back.

She grinned at him. "I know." Hands on his abdomen, she rocked against him purposefully, and they both groaned. Booth grasped the hem of her shirt and tugged it over her head, and he let out a soft curse as her unbound breasts spilled into his hands. His thumbs slowly, tantalizingly circled over her nipples, and Brennan's head dropped back in pleasure.

Booth took the opportunity to roll Brennan to her back. He cut off her surprised exclamation by pressing a hard kiss to her lips, then trailed his lips down her neck and across the line of her collarbone. His hands skimmed down her sides to rest on her hips, where he tugged her cotton boy shorts down the length of her legs before settling in between them.

As he lowered his body over Brennan's, Booth kissed his way down her chest until his lips could close around one nipple. Brennan cried out, tangling her fingers in his hair and holding him to her breast. "Mmmm, Booth," she murmured, her eyes fluttering closed.

Booth spent several long moments alternately laving his tongue over her nipple and closing his lips over it to suck with long pulls of his mouth. Brennan squirmed against him, feeling wetness pool mindlessly between her legs. Booth slowly kissed his way over to her other breast, his tongue tracing the supple curve.

"Do you have any idea what it did to me when you walked into the bar?" he asked, his voice muffled slightly against her skin. "Seeing you in that hat, walking in like you owned the place… Damn, Bones, it was so sexy." His lips closed around her neglected nipple, sucking strongly.

"Oh God, Booth!" Brennan arched up underneath him, her hips beginning a desperate rotation against the sheets beneath her. She bit her lip when he looked up at her, heat flashing in his eyes, before his hand slipped between her legs. His fingers stroked her soaked folds, and she reached down to grasp his wrist.

"No, Booth, wait." He looked up at her, a question in his eyes, but she just smiled at him. "I want to feel you…" Brennan directed a pointed look at his sweatpants, slung low on his hips, and Booth quickly got the hint. He hurriedly pushed them off and settled back between Brennan's legs once again, sliding his fingers deftly between her slick folds.

Brennan let out a pleasure-filled sighed as his thumb briefly circled over her clit. She parted her thighs further, encouraging a deeper touch. Thankfully, Booth didn't seem to be in a teasing mood anymore, and slipped a finger inside of her. Brennan gasped, rolling her hips against his hand. She had been aroused since she had woken up to find Booth in bed next to her, and now she was hovering on the brink of a spectacular orgasm.

Booth kissed her and then brushed his lips over the curve of her jaw, up to her ear. He kissed the sensitive spot just behind the lobe of her ear before he murmured, "You're so beautiful, Bones. Seeing you come like this, just for me…" He trailed off as he slipped a second finger inside of her, moving his hand just a bit faster now.

Brennan anchored herself with one arm around Booth's neck, her hand gripping his shoulder. Her other hand clenched the sheets next to her as she moved against his hand, desperately trying to find that pinnacle of pleasure. She was almost there, and Booth knew it—he attached his lips to the throbbing pulse at her neck, sucking in such a way that made Brennan fly over the edge.

She cried out his name, holding him close to her as his hand slowed down, stroking her gently. He placed delicate kisses on her neck now, following the elegant arch until he could kiss her lips. Brennan sighed happily as she came down, her whole body buzzing with arousal. She closed her eyes, floating leisurely between wakefulness and drowsiness, while Booth nuzzled his lips into her neck and stroked his hands all over her body.

After a few long minutes, as Brennan relaxed into his touch, she opened her eyes to find that Booth had his own closed. His arousal pressed into her hip, and Brennan slid her hand between their bodies and wrapped her fingers around his erection.

He jerked into her hand, groaning as her fingers tightened around him in that way that he liked. She stroked him for a few moments before she rolled over and slid down his body. Booth lifted his head just in time to see Brennan close her lips around the tip of his cock, and his head fell back to the pillow with a curse.

One hand fell to her hair as her lips created a slow but tight suction. She moved down the length of his cock with agonizing slowness, and moved back up at the same maddening pace. Booth pushed back the curtain of auburn hair from her face, watching her mouth move on him for as long as he could take it. Brennan never went any faster, but she did slide a hand over his abdomen to stabilize herself, her fingers curling into the ridges.

When Booth was sure he couldn't hold on anymore, he pressed his hands to Brennan's shoulders and encouraged her to sit up. She went willingly, blinking up at him with passion-filled eyes—clearly, she was just as turned on by her ministrations as he was. He desperately needed some time to cool down, because he wanted to be inside her when he came. And the only way that would happen was if he distracted himself for a while.

Luckily, he knew the perfect way to do it. While he had been considering and trying to catch his breath, Brennan had taken the opportunity to straddle him. Her hands pressed to his chest, and she moving against him in subtle little rotations. He could feel the kiss of her wetness sliding against his cock, which wasn't doing a whole lot in terms of helping him calm down. Based on the little smirk that had formed on Brennan's lips, she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

Booth laid back once again and settled his hands on Brennan's hips, encouraging her to slide forward. She shifted to her knees, her eyes darkening when she realized just what Booth's intention was. She moved until she was able to part her thighs over his head, and then lowered herself to his waiting mouth.

Reaching up with one hand, Booth parted her slick folds with his fingers. She let out a shaky breath and he groaned in appreciation before his mouth was on her. Brennan pitched forward, her fingers reaching out to anchor herself to the headboard in front of her.

Booth's hands slid up to loop around Brennan's thighs, steadying her and keeping her in place. His tongue parted her folds, first flicking languidly at her clit before moving lower and thrusting inside of her. Brennan let out a choked sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a yell as she rocked down, pressing as close to Booth's face as she could get.

"Oh my god…" Brennan's fingers grasped the headboard even more tightly as her head fell back, her eyes fluttering closed in extreme pleasure. It seemed that Booth was in a teasing mood now, his tongue and lips moving as slowly on her as her own had on his cock earlier.

Brennan wasn't sure how long Booth's mouth was on her, but she did recognize when she became delirious with pleasure. Every time she thought she was going to come, Booth backed off, slowing even more with his lips and tongue until he felt her relax above him. Finally, when Brennan was incoherent with the need to come, she rocked insistently against his mouth, pleading by moaning his name over and over again.

Booth anchored her to his mouth even more tightly then, using his hands on her thighs to draw her closer. His tongue moved faster against her clit, and then he was slipping two fingers into her, moving them in tandem with his tongue. His lips closed around her clit, and then it was all over—Brennan came, her whole body shaking as she cried out.

Booth easily lifted her thighs and slid out from underneath her, moving up until his back could rest against the headboard of the bed. He was so hard it was almost painful, but Brennan was still shaking as she came down from her spectacular orgasm. Booth gathered Brennan to his chest and stroked his hands over her back, tucking his face into her neck and pressing his lips against her pounding pulse.

Finally, Brennan lifted her head to look at him. "Wow, you weren't kidding when you said you wanted to be spontaneous, were you?"

For some reason, that made Booth dissolve into laughter. She smiled at him in return, unsure of why he was laughing so hard, but glad that he was in a good mood. She pressed her own lips to his neck then, nipping lightly at where his neck met the strong line of his jaw. At the same time, she shifted back a little in Booth's lap, until she was hovering over his erection.

Booth moved with her, folding his legs underneath her so that she had a more comfortable perch. Brennan lined herself up and sank down on him, both of them letting out sighs as he pressed inside of her. Her legs wound around his back, pulling him even deeper, and Booth let out a quiet curse at the little flutters he could still feel inside of her, as a result of her previous orgasms.

Sliding a hand up her back, Booth didn't stop until he curled his palm around the nape of her neck. He drew Brennan forward until he could press his forehead to hers, staring into her eyes as he began to flex his hips.

"Oh, Booth!" Brennan's gasp wasn't much more than a whisper against his lips, and she tangled the fingers of one hand in his hair while her other hand gripped his shoulder. She could feel him, moving slowly but so deeply inside of her, and Brennan could only feel pleasure radiating from the point of where they were joined.

Booth ran a hand up the graceful line of Brennan's spine, weaving his fingers through her loose auburn hair. Tightening slightly, he used his gentle grip to tilt her head back and press a kiss to her pulse point. He couldn't resist biting down on the soft skin, sucking slightly. Despite the waves of pleasure threatening to overtake him, he was mindful not to leave too much of a mark.

Brennan began to move against him in time with Booth's slow, flexing thrusts. Even though Booth didn't have the ability to thrust hard and fast in this position, neither of them really minded. He was so deep inside of her that she could feel every movement he made, every breath he took. The intimacy of their position alone was enough to push Brennan close to the edge, but the way he was moving so slowly, so deeply, was only heightening that sensation.

Brennan pulled back a little, making enough space to look down at where they were joined. She moaned again, and Booth moved his other hand to support her back as she leaned back even further. Even though there was now more space between them, Brennan had the freedom to move a little more, and she rolled her hips against him.

Booth grunted, his whole body tightening. "Fuck, Bones." Keeping her supported, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss between her breasts before turning his head and sucking a nipple into his mouth. Brennan's body shuddered, and he could feel her, all hot and wet, tightening around him.

Releasing her nipple, Booth kissed his way back up to her lips. Brennan sat up again, holding Booth close and wrapping her arms around his shoulders, so that every line of her body pressed against his. She continued to roll her hips, grinding down against him, her movements getting a little desperate.

Booth's hands fell to her hips, helping move her against him as he continued to flex his hips. They kissed—deep, desperate, full of desire and wanting, but somehow with all of the safety that they had each felt since the very first time they made love.

Slipping a hand between their tightly pressed bodies, Booth managed to circle a fingertip over the sensitive bundle of nerves between Brennan's legs. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she cried his name out again, and then she was tumbling over the edge, shaking in Booth's arms with each pulse of pleasure.

Booth followed her, coming hotly inside of her and holding on to her as tightly as she was holding him. They sat like that for several long moments, legs and arms wrapped around each other as their racing pulses returned to normal and they were finally able to catch their breath.

But… well, it wasn't exactly the most comfortable of positions, especially not since they were both feeling rather like jelly at the moment. Booth and Brennan shifted at the same time, with Booth reclining to lay back against the pillows while simultaneously stretching his legs out. Brennan climbed off of Booth's lap and sort of collapsed to the side, managing enough energy to tuck herself against Booth's body and rest her head in the cradle of his shoulder. Booth wrapped his arm around her and pulled her even tighter against him, using his other hand to tug the blankets up and around their bodies.

They had both almost dozed off when Booth reluctantly murmured, "I should probably leave." It was almost 2 AM at that point, so it wasn't like they were in any danger of being caught together while working undercover. Booth knew, though, that if he let himself sleep with Brennan's warm body tucked against him, he wouldn't wake up until her alarm went off. He'd likely have to sneak out of her room in broad daylight; it wasn't as though he couldn't accomplish it, but it certainly would make matters a little more difficult. That wouldn't exactly do for the covers they had established at the games so far.

"No," Brennan grumbled as she tucked her face into his bare chest. "Stay. For a little longer, at least."

Booth chuckled and stroked his hand up and down her back. Reaching up with his free hand, he brushed her hair out of her face. "Why did you act as though Wanda didn't know Buck?" he asked. He knew that he kind of asked her earlier, but they weren't actually in the middle of having to keep their covers at the moment. Brennan was far more likely to answer honestly now.

She shrugged a little and tilted her face to look him in the eye. "Whenever we were undercover, we always knew each other. I got there after you this time, and it just seemed like the most logical thing to do in the moment. And…" She hesitated for a moment, and Booth waited patiently for her to continue. "It just seemed as though it would be a little more exciting that way."

At that, Booth couldn't resist giving her a half-incredulous, half-amused look. "Bones, what the hell are you talking about? I don't think there has ever been a time when being with you has been boring."

Brennan flushed a little at that, and she ducked her face into her husband's chest. Booth had told her that very thing numerous times—before they even started their relationship, in fact. It still gave Brennan a little thrill every time she heard it. For a long time, she had been worried that she wouldn't be enough for Booth—happy enough, exciting enough, warm enough, loveable enough—but he had shown her time and time again that she was exactly what he needed, and that she never had to worry about being enough. Even though she and Booth had been happily together for years, and had been married for almost half of that time, and had started a family together, she still liked hearing it from time to time.

"I'll set an alarm on my phone," Brennan finally said after a long moment. She reached over Booth, to her bedside table, and fiddled with her phone until an alarm for 4:30 AM had been set. "You can leave then. I've… I missed sleeping with you last night."

Booth grinned at her and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. He knew, of course, that Brennan enjoyed sharing a bed with him, and they certainly slept better together than they did apart. Still, it was nice to hear it. He was very much like Brennan in that way.

"I missed you too, Bones."

"I find that I sleep much better with you," Brennan continued, loving the smile on Booth's lips and the soft look in his eyes.

He drew her close, wrapping his arms around her and stroking a hand down her back. "Back at'cha, Bones."


When Brennan's alarm rang at 4:30 in the morning, she swatted at it, succeeding in hitting the snooze button. It wasn't until 4:45 that they actually woke up enough to get moving. Booth, for his part, groaned and pressed his face into Brennan's neck, mumbling something about how he didn't want to get up yet. Brennan smiled and combed her fingers through Booth's messy hair, relishing in the warmth of his body and the comfort of his arms wrapped around her.

"We have to get moving soon," Brennan reminded her husband. "The games start early."

Booth began skimming his lips up and down Brennan's neck, moving slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. "Look, if I don't go and compete today, and you don't compete today, we can let someone else play in the games that we already know either of us could win. And then maybe you and I could play a different game… one that I promise you, both of us are going to win."

Booth moved before Brennan could blink, quickly covering her body with his own. He settled comfortably between her legs and she sighed happily as she skimmed her palms up and down the line of his spine. Teasing, he leaned forward until his nose was just brushing along hers. She lifted her head a little to try and press her lips to his, but Booth pulled back just enough.

Brennan let out a little sound of annoyance and tilted her hips, knowing full well that she could entice him with just her legs wrapped around his waist. Booth grinned at her and brushed his lips against her jaw, following the line until he got to the spot behind her ear. He ground against her, and Brennan moaned at the tightening in her core and the rush of wetness. Booth cursed and took her chin between two fingers, kissing her deeply.

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, Brennan arched up and sighed happily into the kiss as Booth's tongue touched hers. They forgot about the games and kissed for what felt like endless minutes—soft and deep, passionate and hard, and everything in between. Their hands were everywhere, touching and teasing and building one another up until it became a game of their own, to see which one would break first.

Suddenly, Booth grasped Brennan's hips and flipped her on to her stomach. Brennan wasn't sure if that was a sign that he broke first, or if he had more restraint—either way, Brennan was positive that it was going to end well for her, so it didn't really matter. She moaned loudly, pressing her bottom against the hardness she could feel. Booth attached his mouth to the side of her neck, nipping and kissing and sucking as he slipped a hand between her thighs, encouraging her to spread them.

Shifting to her knees, Brennan arched her back as Booth slipped one long finger inside of her. They both groaned: Booth, at how wet she was, and Brennan, at how exquisite his finger felt as it slowly pumped in and out of her.

"Stop teasing," Brennan panted as she tried to move faster against his hand. But Booth squeezed her hip, indicating that he had no plans to change his pace.

"But you like it when I do this," Booth murmured in a dark, sultry voice. Knowing how right he was, Brennan cursed and squeezed her eyes shut, giving herself over to Booth's slow seduction.

Even though Booth loved to tease her, he loved being inside her even more. Removing his hand from between her thighs, Booth positioned himself at her entrance, taking a moment to rub the tip of his cock against her wet heat.

Brennan moaned his name, looking over her shoulder at him in impatience. Booth stroked one hand down the line of her spine and tangled his other hand in the strands of her auburn waves. He tightened his fingers slightly, pulling her head back just enough to expose the delicate curve of her neck. Leaning forward, he kissed her neck at the same time he slipped into her.

Crying out, Brennan clenched her fingers in the rumpled sheets underneath her. Bracing her knees, she pushed back, moving with Booth. He had lost all control at this point, his hips snapping back and forth at a pace that he couldn't control, but had them hurtling towards the edge. He let go of her hair and brought his hand down to cup one breast, while the hand that had been on her hip slid forward until he could finger her clit.

Brennan came in a rush, her body shuddering in pleasure. It came over her so quickly, she swore she blacked out from how good it felt. Booth's hips jerked once, then twice, before he came, that same feeling rushing over him.

When Brennan finally came back to Earth, she realized that she was face down on the bed and Booth's body was blanketing hers. He had managed to land at a diagonal, so that she wasn't supporting most of his weight. Brennan felt utterly satisfied and completely safe with Booth's body covering hers; she was convinced that there was no better feeling in the world.

Turning her head, Brennan caught sight of the clock. She let out a sigh and reached behind her, stroking the palm of her hand over any part of Booth she could reach until she finally found one of his hands. "The games start in an hour. We have to get up. And you have to sneak back to your room."

After a long moment, Booth let out a chuckle and shifted so that he was lying alongside Brennan. He draped an arm over her waist and tugged her into his side, pressing a kiss to her neck. "In a…"

"If you say 'in a minute,' I can't be held responsible for what I do to you," Brennan mumbled. She knew that she was just as much at fault for being late as Booth was, but she swore that it was those words that landed them in this predicament in the first place. She couldn't fall for them again—this morning, anyway. She was just going to have sneak Booth into her room earlier in the night this time.

Booth started laughing again, and he cupped Brennan's cheek in his hand so that he could lean forward and kiss her. He knew that she was being very serious, but she still didn't resist his kiss.


In the week following their undercover stint at the games, both Booth and Brennan developed a new appreciation for the regular routine of their lives. Coming back from an undercover op was always a bitch, firstly due to the sheer amount of paperwork they had to deal with. And that didn't even include the reports that came with every mission. Luckily, after eleven years, Brennan and Booth had become a well-oiled machine when it came to completing paperwork, and had a system in place.

Outside of dealing with the paperwork, they both had to get their offices back into order following the weekend away. Booth had other department reports to review, Brennan had papers to grade, and they had to readjust their kids to being back home after a fun weekend with Aunt Angela and Uncle Hodgins. All in all, this week had been nearly as exhausting as being undercover.

But now it was Saturday morning and for some reason that Brennan and Booth weren't going to question, both of their rambunctious children had decided to sleep in. It was a quiet morning, damp and a little chilly with fog rolling in. It was the perfect morning to sit on their little patio, wrapped in robes, with coffee mugs filled to the brim.

Of course, Booth had gone for a workout at some ungodly hour, and Brennan was in the kitchen and making the coffee by the time he had come back. Booth, to Brennan's everlasting amusement, had taken out the bike she had gotten for him after they had closed the case at the games. She guessed that he had ridden the bike to the park near their house, and then had gone for a run on the trail there.

By the time that Booth had engaged the kickstand and taken the bike helmet off, Brennan had thought she had gotten herself under control. Booth took one look at her face once he entered the kitchen, however, and rolled his eyes.

"Alright, let's hear it, Bones." Booth grabbed a glass, filled with water, and drank deeply from it. The whole time, he was watching his wife over the rim of the glass, waiting for the teasing to begin. She could see the humor lighting his eyes, though, and she knew that he didn't really mind and, in fact, had been expecting it.

Brennan couldn't hold it in anymore, and had to pause in pouring her cup of coffee, she was laughing so hard. "I'm sorry, Booth," she said once she had kind of gotten a grip. Booth had given up the pretense of being annoyed and was looking fondly at her now. "But that bike is so ridiculous."

"Excuse me, I make that bike look sexy," Booth told her, and that paired with the smirk she had fallen in love with eleven years ago made Brennan smile warmly.

"No, it's sexy that you decided to use it anyway, even though it's completely ridiculous." Setting the coffee pot down, Brennan crossed the kitchen and wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

Booth kissed her back, bringing her even closer to him. "I just want you to remember that you're the one who called the bike ridiculous, not me."

Brennan rolled her eyes but kissed him again, then patted his chest. "Come on, let's at least get one cup of coffee in before the kids wake up.

They managed forty-five minutes and two cups of coffee before Christine and Hank finally woke up. Then it was a flurry of getting ready for the day, making chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast, and cleaning up from the mess made after. As Booth helped Christine clear the table and Brennan wiped sticky syrup off of Hank's little hands, they both smiled and thought about how loved their routine-filled lives.


Whew, I struggled with the end of this and finally decided that enough was enough and I wanted to get this posted. Graduate school is, as usual, taking up almost all of my time (I should be taking a midterm but I decided to finish this instead), but I still try to write when I can to relieve stress. Thanks for reading!