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2013 Bones Fanfic Secret Santa!!!

biba79 — Sun, 06 Oct 2013 23:50:12 GMT

Ever dreamed of finding a Naked Booth with a pretty red bow under your tree (or seasonal symbol of choice)? Ever dreamed of making a fellow Bones fan happy with a scenario merry & bright or dark & disturbing? This is all for you, then!

Welcome to the 2013 Bones Fanfic Secret Santa!!!

This will be the third year I'm doing Bones Fanfic Secret Santa, and in 2011 and 2012, there was a success with 25 fanfics each year, hopefully we will be able to get more this year.

Please, read the rules carefully, as they might have changed from the previous years.

Seasonal gift fic exchange rules:

1. Each of you writes a Wish List for a piece of fanfic consisting of four sets of specifications.

The first three sets -- your alternative wish lists -- outline what you'd love to receive, the fourth set what you'd love to give; in the latter, I will make sure you don't end up with what you absolutely don't wish for, but I cannot guarantee all of your favorites -- it helps if you give several alternatives of things you'd write. (Don't be afraid to be specific with all of these, beyond the genre!) I will then mix and match you.

2. It's All About Bones fanfiction, rather unsurprisingly -- 1500 words minimum, anything above would, of course, be great -- if you absolutely can't write more than 1000 (nothing less, please), that's fine: make a note of it in your sign-up. In turn, if you as a recipient are perfectly fine with receiving anything starting at a kick-ass triple drabble consisting of 300 words, jot that down as well!

3. You as a writer are free to provide a friendship story rather than relationship story. Extra care should be taken to avoid the elements your recipient explicitly doesn't desire, of course.

4. Please, only sign up if you are serious about this. The last two years I had people sign up and end up not writing and leaving people without their Secret Santas, Thank God I was able to find someone to fill in. I'm giving enough time for everyone to write, if you sign up and you realize you can't write or won't write, please send me an email letting me know so I can try to find someone to fill in for you. I don't want to leave anyone without their Secret Santa.

5. Also, please reply to my emails or tweets or whatever you prefer I use. It's important for when I need to get in contact with you for questions from your Secret Santa. Communication is very important.

6. Sign-Up starts today and will close on Sunday, October 20th 2013 - you will receive your assignment within 15 days after that. Your Gift is due January 6th 2014, but you are free to post it any time between December 6th, 2013 and January 6th, 2014. This will give you more than 2 months to write your assignment.

7. Anyone can enter, even if you do not have a Livejournal account. Fanfics are to be posted over at fanfiction.net or here at livejournal.

Once you have posted your fic, please send me an email with a link to your story, so I can pass it to the recipient.

8. Enjoy!!

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Sign up by sending an email to me at biba79 [at] yahoo [dot] com with the title Bones Fanfic Secret Santa - Feel free to post comments and questions in this post as well.

Please copy and paste the sign up form and fill in your desires:

Dear Bones Fanfic Santa,

Wish List 1 & 2 & 3 (alternatives):

1.

Characters I wish for: 1 - 3 characters
Please include: 1 - 3 elements
Please exclude: 1- 3 elements
Maximum rating: from G to NC-17

2.

Characters I wish for: 1 - 3 characters
Please include: 1 - 3 elements
Please exclude: 1- 3 elements
Maximum rating: from G to NC-17

3.

Characters I wish for: 1 - 3 characters
Please include: 1 - 3 elements
Please exclude: 1- 3 elements
Maximum rating: from G to NC-17

List of Wishes I'll Grant:

Characters I'll write with special delight: 3 characters
Things I'll write with special delight: 3 elements
What (or whom) I don't wish to write: 0 - 3 elements
Maximum rating I'll write: from G to NC-17

Yours,

[Name, email address, twitter, tumblr, Livejournal, fanfiction.net username]

Emily Deschanel and David Boreanaz at Fox TCA!

biba79 — Sat, 03 Aug 2013 04:11:17 GMT

Emily Deschanel and David Boreanaz at Fox TCA - August 1st 2013!

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Season 9 Promotional Pictures!

biba79 — Thu, 01 Aug 2013 17:32:28 GMT

Bones Season 9 Promotional Pictures

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Bones at Comic Con 2013!

biba79 — Sat, 20 Jul 2013 00:34:52 GMT

Emily Deschanel and David Boreanaz at Comic Con July 19 2013!

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Please note, more pictures will be updated later, so keep checking back.

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Fox Upfronts 2013!

biba79 — Tue, 14 May 2013 23:56:47 GMT

Emily Deschanel and David Boreanaz at the Fox Upfront 2013.

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Please don't forget to credit. Thank you.

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The Survivor in the Soap Episode Stills!

biba79 — Tue, 19 Feb 2013 18:16:58 GMT

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8x15 - The Shot In The Dark & 8x16 - The Friend In Need Episode Stills!

biba79 — Fri, 01 Feb 2013 03:28:22 GMT

8x15 - The Shot In The Dark

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8x16 - The Friend In Need Episode Stills!

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8x14 - The Doll in the Derby Promo Pictures!

biba79 — Wed, 23 Jan 2013 02:50:36 GMT

8x14 - The Doll in The Derby Promo Pictures!

Emily Deschanel at The Golden Globes 2013!

biba79 — Mon, 14 Jan 2013 03:06:40 GMT

Emily Deschanel attended The Golden Globes 2013!

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TCA Fox Party 2013!

biba79 — Wed, 09 Jan 2013 13:16:57 GMT

Emily Deschanel, David Boreanaz, Tamara Taylor and Michaela Conlin attended TCA Winter Fox Party on January 08 2013!

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The Ghost In The Machine Episode Stills!

biba79 — Mon, 19 Nov 2012 18:46:32 GMT

Brennan and Booth investigate the remains of a young boy found in an abandoned greenhouse in the milestone 150th episode of BONES, "The Ghost in the Machine," airing Monday, Dec. 3 (8:00-9:01 PM ET/PT) on FOX.

The Ghost in The Machine Episode Stills

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The But In The Joke Episode Stills!

biba79 — Mon, 12 Nov 2012 20:12:13 GMT

8x08 "The But In The Joke" Episode Stills!

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"Bones" City Of Los Angeles City Hall Presentation Pictures!

biba79 — Fri, 09 Nov 2012 22:55:06 GMT

Emily Deschanel and David Boreanaz and Cast and Crew attended City of Los Angeles City Hall Presentation where Bones got an award for "The Patriot in The Purgatory"

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8x07 - The Bod in the Pod Stills!

biba79 — Fri, 02 Nov 2012 19:24:03 GMT

8x07 - The Bod in the Pod Stills!

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8x05 - "The Method in the Madness" Episode Stills!

biba79 — Tue, 23 Oct 2012 00:39:19 GMT

The Method in the Madness episode stills!

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2012 Bones Fanfic Secret Santa!!!

biba79 — Sun, 30 Sep 2012 21:56:49 GMT

Ever dreamed of finding a Naked Booth with a pretty red bow under your tree (or seasonal symbol of choice)? Ever dreamed of making a fellow Bones fan happy with a scenario merry & bright or dark & disturbing? This is all for you, then!

Welcome to the 2012 Bones Fanfic Secret Santa!!!

This will be the second year I'm doing Bones Fanfic Secret Santa, and last year was a success with 25 fanfics, hopefully we will be able to get more this year, since I'm starting earlier and giving more time for everyone to write.

Please, read the rules carefully, as they might have changed from last year.

Seasonal gift fic exchange rules:

1. Each of you writes a Wish List for a piece of fanfic consisting of four sets of specifications.

The first three sets -- your alternative wish lists -- outline what you'd love to receive, the fourth set what you'd love to give; in the latter, I will make sure you don't end up with what you absolutely don't wish for, but I cannot guarantee all of your favorites -- it helps if you give several alternatives of things you'd write. (Don't be afraid to be specific with all of these, beyond the genre!) I will then mix and match you.

2. It's All About Bones fanfiction, rather unsurprisingly -- 1500 words minimum, anything above would, of course, be great -- if you absolutely can't write more than 1000 (nothing less, please), that's fine: make a note of it in your sign-up. In turn, if you as a recipient are perfectly fine with receiving anything starting at a kick-ass triple drabble consisting of 300 words, jot that down as well!

3. You as a writer are free to provide a friendship story rather than relationship story. Extra care should be taken to avoid the elements your recipient explicitly doesn't desire, of course.

4. Please, only sign up if you are serious about this. Last year I had people sign up and end up not writing and leaving people without their Secret Santas, Thank God I was able to find someone to fill in. I'm giving enough time for everyone to write, if you sign up and you realize you can't write or won't write, please send me an email letting me know so I can try to find someone to fill in for you. I don't want to leave anyone without their Secret Santa.

5. Also, please reply to my emails or tweets or whatever you prefer I use. It's important for when I need to get in contact with you for questions from your Secret Santa.

6. Sign-Up starts today and will close on Monday, October, 15th 2012 - you will receive your assignment within 15 days after that. Your Gift is due January 6th, 2013, but you are free to post it any time between December 6th, 2012 and January 6th, 2013. This will give you more than 2 months to write your assignment.

7. Anyone can enter, even if you do not have a Livejournal account. Fanfics are to be posted over at fanfiction.net or here at livejournal.

Once you have posted your fic, please send me an email with a link to your story, so I can pass it to the recipient.

8. Enjoy!!

-------

Sign up by sending an email to me at biba79 [at] yahoo [dot] com with the title Bones Fanfic Secret Santa - Feel free to post comments and questions in this post as well.

Please copy and paste the sign up form and fill in your desires:

Dear Bones Fanfic Santa,

Wish List 1 & 2 & 3 (alternatives):

1.

Characters I wish for: 1 - 3 characters
Please include: 1 - 3 elements
Please exclude: 1- 3 elements
Maximum rating: from G to NC-17

2.

Characters I wish for: 1 - 3 characters
Please include: 1 - 3 elements
Please exclude: 1- 3 elements
Maximum rating: from G to NC-17

3.

Characters I wish for: 1 - 3 characters
Please include: 1 - 3 elements
Please exclude: 1- 3 elements
Maximum rating: from G to NC-17

List of Wishes I'll Grant:

Characters I'll write with special delight: 3 characters
Things I'll write with special delight: 3 elements
What (or whom) I don't wish to write: 0 - 3 elements
Maximum rating I'll write: from G to NC-17

Yours,

[Name, email address, twitter, tumblr, Livejournal, fanfiction.net username]

8x04 - "The Tiger in the Tale" Episode Stills!

biba79 — Mon, 24 Sep 2012 20:00:15 GMT

8x04 - "The Tiger in the Tale" Episode Stills!

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8x01 - The Future In The Past Stills!

biba79 — Wed, 19 Sep 2012 01:12:05 GMT

8x01 - The Future In The Past Stills!

Since I didn't post this before on my LJ, and they just posted some extra stills, I'm posting everything, just to keep have it here later if anyone needs it! ;)

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8x03 - The Gunk In The Garage Stills!

biba79 — Tue, 18 Sep 2012 22:21:16 GMT

8x03 - The Gunk In The Garage Stills

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Emily Deschanel at The Creative Emmys!

biba79 — Sun, 16 Sep 2012 00:15:46 GMT

Emily Deschanel attended The Creative Emmys on September 15th 2012.

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The Partners in the Divorce Promo Pictures!

biba79 — Mon, 10 Sep 2012 21:39:32 GMT

8x02 - The Partners in the Divorce Promo Pictures!

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Comic Con 2012!

biba79 — Sat, 14 Jul 2012 23:55:27 GMT

David Boreanaz and Emily Deschanel attended Comic Con 2012. Here are some pictures of the panel and the autograph session.

Aren't they perfect? Emily is so beautiful and I love how she's playing with the Bones glove.

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Critics Choice Awards!

biba79 — Wed, 20 Jun 2012 21:08:05 GMT

Emily Deschanel at The Critics Choice Awards!

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Bones Fanfic: The Beginning at the Beach

biba79 — Thu, 17 May 2012 19:22:41 GMT

Title: The Beginning at the Beach
Author: biba79
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine, they belong to Hart Hanson
Pairing: Booth/Brennan
Rating: M
Summary: Booth and Brennan go away for the weekend. My version of how they got together.
Spoilers: Season 5
Word Count: 7,000
Author's Note: This is a birthday fic to the lovely RositaLG.

Jenn, I hope you have a wonderful day, and that you get the job you want, and that everything works out the way you want it. You totally deserve everything. I know you didn’t ask for a prompt, but I figured you would enjoy this little smut, after all, you enjoy any type of smut, right? Happy Birthday!!!

This fic takes place in Season five, but before the 100^th.

Thanks to Alanna1231 and some1tookmename for the beta. Thanks for the help guys, your suggestions were great. ;)

Booth and Brennan were in a fancy Malibu Beach hotel for a few business meetings with one of Brennan’s editors for her book. Brennan had invited Booth to tag along, and things had been going so well between them that this seemed like the perfect opportunity to get away from the crime life and spend some time alone together.

They had just finished their business dinner with Brennan’s editor, which had gone well, and Booth had suggested they take a walk before going back to their rooms. They found a gazebo, presumably one used for small weddings, at the end of the walkway. Brennan made an executive decision that they should stop there - Booth wasn’t the only one running this show, after all - and led him to the railing that overlooked the ocean. There, she turned around to face him. Sure, the view was great, but that wasn’t what she stopped for. Without so much as another word, she reached up to Booth and kissed him.

His hand slid to the nape of her neck instantly, demanding more from the kiss as his tongue met hers. Every part of Brennan’s body reacted - she wanted more, too, needed his hands on her, needed to feel him. Her breath caught and she nearly moaned out loud when Booth pushed her back against the railing and slid between her legs.

He heard Brennan inhale unsteadily.

His mouth left hers and trailed down her neck, and before he could give it a second thought, he brushed her long hair off her shoulder and bent his head to kiss her collarbone.
Silk didn’t hold a fucking candle to her skin.

Then he daringly went even further, to the dip in the neckline of her dress, and without any hesitation he pulled her dress and bra aside and lowered his mouth to her breast.

This time, Brennan did moan. Only vaguely aware of the sound of waves crashing behind her, she arched her back and tangled her fingers in Booth’s hair, giving into pure physical need.

Wanting to touch him, she pulled his mouth up to hers and slid her hands along his chest, then down his stomach. She felt his abs tighten under her fingers as they came to rest on his belt buckle.

She kissed him hungrily as she started to undo his belt. Booth pulled his mouth away from hers. “Let’s go up to my room,” he whispered. “I don’t want to be arrested for making love to you in public…”

Brennan could hear - and feel - how badly Booth wanted her. The thought of making him totally lose it sent chills running down her spine.

“Maybe we should walk a little farther. We do have all night.” She took Booth’s hand and brought it to her mouth. With her eyes on his, she kissed his finger and - while he watched - slowly slid the tip between her lips. From the look in his eyes, she could tell how much that turned him on. She may have been the first to moan, but she had a feeling she could quickly even the score right here. She boldly flicked her tongue around the tip of his finger and gave him a look that unmistakably said how much more fun it would be if her mouth was somewhere else instead.

Booth tangled his hand in her hair and stopped her. His eyes were dark and intense as he peered down at her. “Do you want to hear me say it, Bones?”

“Yes.” She answered hungrily.

“I want you. Now.”

Brennan felt her entire body go instantly hot.

x-x-x-x-x

Booth pressed Brennan against the door to his room as he slid the key card into the lock. When he heard the familiar click, he grabbed Brennan by the waist and pulled her into the room with him.

At check-in, when she wasn’t paying attention, he had asked to be upgraded to an oceanfront suite; he’d been feeling a little… optimistic. Booth knew that Brennan didn’t care about the upgrade, but he still wanted to make this their special weekend.

And Brennan didn’t exactly look displeased with his decision. Still holding his hand, she walked around the room, checking out the oversized living room area, the separate master bedroom, the marble bathroom with a solid stone ocean-facing soaking tub, and, of course, the private balcony with a direct view of the Pacific.

“You approve?” Booth asked when she finished her perusal of the room.

Brennan smiled. “Do I even want to know how much this cost you?”

In truth, he’d spent over a grand out of his own pocket for the upgrade. He decided to go with the truth. So far that evening, saying exactly what was on his mind had been paying off in spades.

“It’s for you,” he told her.

Brennan seemed momentarily surprised by this. Then she pulled in close and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“You’ve lost your mind, but of course I approve. It’s perfect.”

She kissed him. Before Booth knew it, they had made their way into the bedroom. The hotel housekeeping staff had already turned down the bed and the lights were low and ambient. He peered into Brennan’s eyes and saw that familiar mix of daring and mischief.

Seeing that the whole being-direct thing was working for him, he said, “Take off your dress”.

Brennan gave him an ‘Oh, really?’ look, and Booth could tell that part of her wanted to get sassy again. But he could also tell that the other part of her really, really liked it.

She shrugged nonchalantly. “Easy enough. You already ripped the zipper in the elevator.” With her shrug and the simple tug of one strap, the dress fell to the floor.

Interesting.

And here he’d thought she looked amazing in the dress.

Booth’s eyes traveled from (black lacy) top to (racy thong) bottom, and she still wore her high heels.

This was going to be one long fucking night.

Gesturing to the black lace, Booth gave Brennan an ‘Oh, really?’ look of his own. “It looks like somebody else was being a little presumptuous, too. Unless you wear that to all your business dinners?”

With a slight kick of her leg, Brennan nudged the dress out of her way. She wrapped her arms around Booth, one hand at the back of his head, and threaded her fingers through his hair. She looked up at him and repeated his earlier words.

“It’s for you,” she said softly.

Booth looked deep into those blue eyes. She drove him absolutely crazy.

With a grin, he scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed.

Tonight, she was his.

x-x-x-x-x

For nearly an hour they teased one another, until Brennan finally caved and grabbed a condom off the nightstand.

Booth hooked one of her legs around his waist and grabbed her hand. “Put it on me,” he whispered, nearly a groan.

So she did.

Booth threw her other leg around his waist and pinned her arms over her head. As he moved over her, he told her to open her eyes and look at him, and she thought the moment couldn’t get any better.

Booth locked his eyes with hers, their foreheads almost touching. “I love you, Bones.” He stared deeply into her eyes. “You know that, right?”

She stared back at him, “Yes,” her emotions were easily visible. “I love you too.”

Then he held her face between his hands, whispered her name and kissed her passionately.

She knew it, she was his.

x-x-x-x-x

Afterward, Booth collapsed on top of Brennan, still tangled between her legs; His face buried in her neck as he tried to catch his breath.

His thoughts.

Deep, too.

Just.

Had.

Sex.

With.

Bones.

Sleepy.

He felt Brennan suddenly stir beneath him and he perked up his head, instantly alert.

Ooh… again?

x-x-x-x-x

They slept in the next morning, though Brennan couldn’t remember the last time she had slept past seven. She woke with a start sometime after eight and nearly panicked when she saw the alarm clock on the nightstand. But then she saw Booth sleeping next to her.

He stirred - he’d had his arm wrapped around her and she had thrown it off when she sat up after seeing the clock. Brennan quickly nestled back in, hoping not to wake him. She wanted him to sleep. He needed the sleep - hell, they both did. And not just because it had been a very late night - although that probably didn’t help - not that she was complaining one bit - but more because they’d both been through an exhausting couple of weeks.

It was kind of funny, the thought of spending the entire day and night with Booth. Not funny in a bad way, just new. A month ago Brennan never would’ve believed she’d be here, in an oceanfront suite in California, sleeping next to the man who she never thought she would sleep with, let alone make love the way they did. But now, it felt… right.

That was perhaps the scariest part of all - just how right it felt being with Booth.

Brennan snuggled into the crook of Booth’s arm. These were things she didn’t want to think about, at least not yet. For now, the most serious issue she wanted to tackle was whether the two of them were going to straggle downstairs for breakfast on the hotel’s oceanfront terrace or simply order room service.

As Brennan closed her eyes and began to let sleep retake her, she couldn’t help but think: normally, it would’ve gone against all her principles and better judgment to spend fifteen hundred dollars a night on a hotel room, or even half that, with all the money she had. On the other hand - What the hell? - she was allowed to have a little fun for one weekend and let Booth spend a little money on her for once.

Fun. Brennan opened her eyes again and glanced at Booth. Was that all this was between them? Fun?

She knew, for her own good, that she probably should run right out of that hotel room, head straight for the airport, and get on the first plane back to DC. There was a definite danger in extending things.

She watched as Booth’s eyes fluttered lightly then relaxed again, deep in sleep. She’d never seen him look so calm.

Brennan curled up closer to Booth and yawned sleepily. Ah, screw it - she was staying; if for no other reason, she was curious to see how the whole oceanfront-terrace-breakfast-versus-room-service dilemma turned out.

x-x-x-x-x

“So what would you think about trying your hand at a round of golf this afternoon?”

Brennan finished her sip of freshly squeezed orange juice, set the glass down, and looked across the table at Booth.

“I think that’s not very likely to happen,” she responded, but sweetened it with a smile.

Room service had won out for breakfast. Actually, it had turned out to be the only viable option - while the hotel provided every toiletry imaginable for guests staying in their suites, the only clothing currently available to Brennan was a black dress with a ripped zipper and hotel bathrobe. While the robe was perfectly acceptable for breakfast on the balcony with Booth, the more interesting question was what the hell she was going to wear to walk back to her own room to get her things.

Maybe she could borrow Booth’s jacket or a T-shirt to throw over her dress when she headed down to her room. Sure, and maybe she could also just tack a sign to her ass that said, Hello, people, I just spent all night in someone else’s room getting fu…

“But I was thinking,” Booth cut into Brennan’s thoughts, still on the golf thing, “that it could be fun if I showed you how to play.”

Brennan grinned as she buttered her blueberry muffin. “I’m sure that would be fun. For you. Besides, I didn’t even know you knew how to play golf.”

“Of course, I do. I play a little bit. Come on, Bones,” he baited her. “Don’t you want to broaden your horizons? Try something new? Get a little insight into ‘my world’ as you like to call it?”

She cocked her head. “You know what, you’re right. Let’s both broaden our horizons. I’ll learn how to play golf this afternoon and then you can, well, let me see . . .” She pretended to think for a moment, then pointed. “I got it. You can eat vegetarian all weekend.” She shrugged matter-of-factly. “Seems like a fair trade to me.”

Booth thought about this, then grinned, holding out his hands.

“Or maybe we could just go to the beach.” He picked a large piece of bacon off his plate, bit into it with relish, and winked.

“Now that idea I like,” Brennan agreed, tucking her legs underneath her and leaning back in her chair to take in the view of the waves breaking against the sand. Yes, definitely - the beach sounded great. She hadn’t been to the beach since… she couldn’t even remember the last time. And going to the beach with Booth, was definitely a plus.

A short while later, Brennan walked down the four flights of stairs to her room. Not the most comfortable thing to do in heels, but she figured she’d run into fewer people in the hotel’s internal stairwell than in the elevators, which in turn lessened the odds that anyone would notice the patchwork job she and Booth had done on her dress.

Luckily, they’d found a safety pin to hold the zipper together. When pinning her, Booth had kissed her neck and his hands had begun to roam, and despite the fact that Brennan knew she needed to check out of her room before the time expired, he pushed her against the wall and they were on their way to some serious mischief when the telephone rang. It was the travel company, calling back to reschedule their flights; they had decided to stay a few extra days. They wanted to stay in paradise a bit longer before going back to their life in DC.

x-x-x-x-x

When Brennan got to her room she glanced at the clock and saw she had just enough time to squeeze in a quick shower before checkout. But first things first - she pulled out her BlackBerry and scrolled through her email. Luckily it was Saturday and things seemed relatively quiet. When she got to the end, she saw she had an email from Booth - one that he’d sent about five minutes earlier. She opened the message and read:

Stop checking your email and get back here, Bones.

Brennan laughed. She showered, got ready, threw her things into her suitcase, and before she knew it, she was back on Booth’s room, opening the door with the spare key he had given her.
Although now, she supposed, it was their room. Why did they even agree to get separate rooms in the first place? It would have been so much easier if they had gotten a room together from the beginning.

Brennan shoved her suitcase into the closet, figuring she’d decide later where to put her stuff. She paused in the marble-tiled hallway, suddenly hesitating before entering the main part of the suite.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

Maybe she and Booth should have left things on a high note. Last night was perfect and maybe that’s all they were meant to have together - just one great, crazy night. Ninety-five percent of which would have to be edited for content when she got back to DC and shared the details with Angela. Maybe now, in the light of day, things were going to be different.

Brennan headed into the living room and could hear Booth in the bathroom. From the intermittent splashing of water followed by pauses, it sounded like he was shaving. She peeked around the corner and saw that the door to the bathroom was open, so she knocked lightly. He told her to come in, so she did - and nearly did a double take.

“Hey, you,” Booth said with a smile, as he wiped his face with a towel. He had his shirt off, but Brennan’s shocked eyes were focused elsewhere on his body, a little farther south.

He was wearing jeans.

Booth was wearing jeans. Just jeans.

He caught Brennan’s expression in the mirror. “What’s with the look?”

Brennan propped herself against the doorway, enjoying the view. “Nothing.”

Now he gave her a look.

Brennan stepped into the bathroom. The truth was, she loved it: He was in jeans and shirtless.

Booth reached for the short-sleeved shirt he’d tossed onto the marble vanity before shaving.

Oh, hell no. In two strides, Brennan crossed the bathroom and put her arms around Booth’s waist, stopping him from putting on his shirt. She stood up on her toes and kissed him.

“What was that for?” He asked.

Brennan smiled. “I don’t know… I think I missed you.”

Wow. That had just flown right out of her mouth before she’d had a chance to think about it. She quickly covered. “Or maybe I just really, really like you in these jeans.”

Booth peered down at her. His eyes probed hers and she had a feeling he was debating whether to call her on her slipup. Instead, he grinned. “In that case, maybe I should never take them off.”

Brennan inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. Banter. Flirtation. Good, this is what she knew - they were on equal ground again. She ran her hands along Booth’s chest. Whether she admitted it or not, she had missed him and it had only been an hour.

“I have a feeling I could get you out of those jeans if I wanted to,” she said.

“You’re certainly welcome to try,” he replied. He leaned down to kiss her, and Brennan knew that her earlier hesitation had been wrong.

Whatever this was between her and Booth, it most definitely was not over yet.

x-x-x-x-x

The day flew by far too quickly.

It was after one o’clock by the time they finally stumbled out into the bright California sun. Although each of them had packed extra clothes, neither had a swimsuit. While Booth was thoroughly in favor of seeing Brennan in a bikini, there was no way he was about to wear any swimsuit that came from a hotel gift shop. Brennan laughed, but didn’t seem at all disappointed when he suggested they walk the beach instead.

The walk led them to a nearby beachside café, which led to lunch and afternoon drinks and by the time they headed back to their hotel they were both feeling good and warm and maybe just the slightest bit sunburned.

Partly out of convenience, partly due to laziness, and frankly because there was no beating the view, they had dinner on the hotel’s oceanfront terrace. The ‘scene of the crime,’ Brennan called it as they ordered a bottle of wine. In one sense, Booth agreed - that was where things had all started. But not really. In truth, things had started five years ago when he walked up to the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and introduced himself after her class was over. He remembered exactly how the introduction had gone.

“Special Agent Seeley Booth from the FBI.”

“I’m Dr. Temperance Brennan from the Jeffersonian Institution.”

“Do you believe in fate?”

“Absolutely not. Ludicrous.”

Booth never would’ve described himself as an extremely sensitive or romantic guy, but he was in touch with his emotions enough to know that, simply stated, everything about his weekend with Brennan had been perfect and he wanted more time with her.

The problem was that he had no clue whether she held a similar opinion on the subject. He sensed that she was holding back, and he understood that better than anyone. Possibly his favorite part of the weekend had been earlier in the day, the moment in the bathroom when she said she’d missed him. It was a rare thing for him to see her let down her guard like that.

Booth realized that, sooner or later, he and Brennan were going to have to have a serious talk and if she didn’t initiate it, then he would. If he had learned anything from the last five years it was that he wasn’t about to waste any more time wondering or assuming what Brennan might be thinking or feeling.

x-x-x-x-x

A few days later, they returned from yet another dinner, this time without her editor, and they couldn’t control themselves anymore. They needed each other.

With a soft moan, Brennan sank against Booth’s chest and felt his lips burn a path along her neck.

His hands moved to her hips and she didn’t know if he spun her around or if she turned herself - maybe both - but suddenly she found herself facing him. She caught the hot glint in his eyes and reached for him just as his mouth came down on hers.

She expected Booth’s kiss to be hard, angry even, but instead it was just… wicked. He took his time, tasting her with his mouth, his lips, and his tongue. When his hand moved to the small of her back and pressed her closer, Brennan threaded her fingers through his thick hair.

They slammed against the door.

Booth’s hand moved to her chin as his mouth explored hers roughly. Sensing his need for control but not yet willing to give it to him, Brennan cupped his face with her hands and slowed the kiss. Setting the pace, she teased him, biting gently at his bottom lip and sliding her tongue lightly along his. She did it again, playing with him, taking charge.

He growled low in his throat, then grabbed her hands and pinned them against the door.

Too late, she recalled that Booth was not a man to be trifled with.

He wound his tongue around hers in a kiss that was rich and drugging. He settled between her thighs and Brennan felt his hard, thick erection pressing into her. He could hide nearly every emotion behind that wall of his, but his body betrayed him right then, telling her the only thing she needed to know.

He wanted her. He wanted her right now.

Heady with that knowledge, Brennan closed her eyes as Booth blazed a trail with his mouth along her throat. The scruff of his jaw scratched against her neck, an erotic sensation that set every nerve in her body on fire.

“Booth,” she whispered.

“Tell me,” he said in her ear.

Brennan strained against him, helpless with her hands pinned in his. “Let me touch you.” She needed to see - feel - more of him.

He pulled back and let his eyes roam over her, soaking in every inch. He let go of her hands and watched as she slid her hands past his shoulder, feeling the taut muscles of his chest. She found it intoxicating, having such power and strength literally beneath her fingertips.

“This works both ways, baby,” Booth said in a husky voice.

He took her mouth in a kiss so demanding it left her breathless. His hands worked impatiently as he unbuttoned her sweater and pushed it off her shoulders.

“I need to see you,” he muttered against her mouth.

He pulled down the front of her camisole and the cup of her bra, and Brennan gasped as the cool air hit her exposed breast. He stroked her nipple between his fingers, toying with it until she trembled. When he cupped her breast and plumped it up for him, Brennan arched into his hand eagerly. Then he lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth.

Liquid heat coiled between her legs so fast she nearly sank to the floor right there. Booth slowly drew his tongue over the tight peak, first being gentle while he licked, then taking the rosy tip into his mouth hungrily.

Brennan felt exposed yet also incredibly sensual. Booth pulled her camisole lower, his mouth on the hunt for her other breast.

As they hurried through the hallway, Brennan’s body tingled with anticipation. Booth had barely touched her, and she was already completely turned on.

She expected him to pounce and throw her onto the closest bed.

He didn’t.

Booth folded his arms across his chest. “So I’ve been thinking about… how about if I show you how a man undresses.”

The temperature in the room rose so fast the glass on the television fogged.

Brennan exhaled. “All right. I’m watching.”

First, Booth took off the suit jacket, exposing his gun harness in the process. He quickly removed that as well and set it on the desk. His hands moved to his tie. He loosened the knot and pulled it off. Brennan had to fight the urge to storm over and yank off the rest of his clothes.

There was a glint in his eyes as he made no move to undress further. “Sorry, but this is the twenty-first century version.”

“What happens in the twenty-first century version?”

“You lose the dress.”

Well, then.

“There’s not much underneath,” she said. She’d had little choice with the way the dress was cut.

“I’m counting on that.”

Brennan reached for the zipper that ran along one side and inched it down. Without dropping Booth’s gaze, she untied the halter around her neck. The dress fell in a pool at her feet. She faced him wearing nothing but her black silk thong panties.

And of course, her high heels. Again.

Her nipples tightened in the cool air of the hotel room. Or maybe it was just Booth’s look.

Lust clouded his eyes as he took in every inch of her, and she had never felt more sexy - and bold - than she did right then.

“Your turn,” she said.

He undid the buttons on his shirt and peeled it off, revealing a tight white T-shirt that showed off his firm chest.

Brennan was aching to get her hands on him. As if sensing this, he crossed the room. Her pulse skyrocketed as he approached, yet he still didn’t touch her.

“Now you,” he said.

She reached up and removed the antique-silver chandelier earrings, dropping them to the floor beside the dress.

“That’s cheating,” Booth said.

“You have four times the amount of clothing on than I do.”

With one swift tug he yanked his T-shirt over his head. “Better?”

Hell yes. A lot better.

Brennan took her time, savoring the sight. The hard muscles . . . the tight, six-pack abs. She wanted to taste every inch of him.

Then, briefly coming out of her daze, she noticed something else.

She had forgotten about the scar. They had rushed the other times and she hadn’t even noticed, and now it was staring her in the face. She still remembered that night like it was yesterday; still couldn’t believe how it all went down and here he still was, right in front of her. Alive.

Brennan raised her eyes to Booth’s. He was watching her carefully to see her reaction.

She stepped forward and rested her hands on his chest. She gently kissed the scar on his chest. Then, unable to help herself, ran her tongue along the soft skin at his navel and all the way to his belt buckle.

Booth pulled her up and stared into her eyes with a ferocity that would’ve scared her under any other circumstance. He guided her backward, and when she felt the edge of the bed against the back of her knees she needed no encouragement to lie down on top of it.

“You still have a lot more clothing on than I do,” Brennan insisted, rising onto her elbows.

“I can fix that.”

She watched as Booth undid his belt buckle, then the button on his pants. His eyes feasted on the sight of her lying on the bed before him as he unzipped his fly. She caught a brief glimpse of gray boxer-briefs just before he slid them off with his pants, socks, and shoes. Then he stood before her in all his glory.

After seeing Booth’s naked body, all other delicacies were henceforth ruined for her.

Of course, her eyes were drawn to that part of him, the part that was big and hard and raring to go. All for her.

Booth climbed onto the bed, and she lay back. His dark, fiery gaze made her shiver with anticipation, yet he still didn’t touch her.

He nodded to her near-naked body. “You choose what’s next.”

Did he want her to beg? Because she was nearly at that point. “God, Booth… touch me . . .”

He smiled devilishly.

“Choose,” he repeated.

“I’ll keep the shoes,” Brennan said defiantly.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” His hands moved to her hips and tugged her panties down her legs and over her shoes. Then his mouth started at her knee and slowly made the opposite journey, up her thigh, along her hip, her stomach, the valley between her breasts, her neck, and swept down on her mouth. She moaned, finally able to kiss him. His arm slid under her back, and he pulled her up on top of him so that she was sitting on his legs, straddling his hips.

“You’re so beautiful, Bones,” he said, running his finger along the side of her face, “Over the last five years there were so many times I would lay in bed at night, thinking about you.”

“What did you think about?” she asked, sliding her hands up his chest.

“Doing this,” he said as he pulled her breast into his mouth. His tongue glided over the tip in a wet, silken caress, and he licked and sucked until she thought she’d go crazy. Then he moved to the other one, her nipple already hard and tight, begging for his touch. Gently cupping her breast, he drew the rosy peak into his mouth.

She started to rock on his lap, desperate for more. While his mouth continued its assault on her breasts, he slid his hands around her hips. One hand cupped her bottom while the other slid between their bodies. His fingers stroked their way to the core of her, opening the soft, wet folds. When he found the center, he teased her with his thumb, massaging back and forth until she was shaking. He slid a finger into her, and then another, and she gasped as his fingers slowly drew in and out, and again, finding a rhythm that nearly sent her over the edge. She cupped his face and pulled him up, kissing him hotly.

As his tongue tangled with hers, she slid her hand down his chest, past his stomach and lower, where her fingers found him hard and throbbing. She wrapped her hand around the thick shaft, reveling in the sudden catch in his breath.

She began stroking him. “Did you think about this when you used to lay awake at night?” She ran her thumb over the engorged head in smooth circles.

He closed his eyes and groaned. “Fuck, yes . . .”

She slid her hand down to the base and cupped him as she whispered in his ear. “Did you think about me using my mouth, too?”

“Jesus,” Booth muttered, and before Brennan knew it she was on her back with him kneeling between her legs. He yanked off her shoes before she could protest.

“As hot as those pointy heels are, I’ve got enough scars on my body,” he told her, his breath quick.

“The condoms are in the nightstand,” Brennan said, so ready she was practically panting.

“I know, baby.”

“Let’s get one of them. Now.”

Booth reached over and yanked the drawer open, nearly pulling it off the track. He quickly found what he was looking for, and the sound of a wrapper being ripped open was music to Brennan’s ears.

“Let me put it on you again,” she said urgently.

“If you do, this might all be over before we get started. I’m not sure I will be able to hold on this time.”

The sight of him rolling on the condom got her even more worked up and she began arching her hips, needing him. “Booth . . .”

He moved over her, then grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head. “I’m right here,” he soothed in her ear. She felt him between her legs, hot and hard and ready. He inched into her slowly, filling her.

“Spread your legs, baby… let me in,” he urged. She did, and he moved deeper into her, then deeper still, and began a slow, tortuous rhythm. He held one of her hips with his free hand, gliding in and out as he pinned her to the bed. She took his achingly smooth thrusts again and again, and he brought her right to the edge, then backed away, holding her suspended there for what seemed like an eternity. She moaned his name, frantic to touch him, but he held her wrists against the bed. He slowed and withdrew from her nearly all the way, teasing her with shallow thrusts.

“Please, Booth . . .” she finally begged.

He let go of her hands, and when she looked up she saw that he was as close to losing it as she was.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he rasped.

She did, and he plunged all the way into her.

“Oh God, Bones, you feel so good,” he groaned.

She slid her hands up his back and tightened her legs around his hips, urging him deeper, needing him to fill her the way only he could. Her breasts were crushed against his chest as he pounded into her, harder and faster, then he shifted his hips, hitting the spot he knew that would drive her over. He slid his hands underneath her bottom, holding her against his thrusts.

He stroked her possessively. “I love being inside you, baby. For five years I’ve wanted to make you mine. Now I want to feel you come around me.”

That was all it took. Brennan gripped his shoulders and cried out as she reached her peak and exploded, holding on to him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Booth pumped long and hard as the throes of her orgasm gripped him tightly, and he followed her over. She opened her eyes just in time to see the moment when he surrendered all control. Her name was a strained whisper on his lips as he shuddered and moaned and thrust deep one last time before crashing down on her.

They both lay there, trying to catch their breath. With his head buried in the pillow next to her, muffling his voice, Booth spoke first.

“Wow.”

Brennan turned her head, pressing her cheek against his.

“My thoughts exactly.”

x-x-x-x-x

For once, Booth was glad he had a hard time sleeping for more than a few hours at a time. He woke up, saw that it was still dark, and checked the clock on the nightstand. Not even 4:00 A.M.

Brennan lay on her side, curled against him. Both of them were naked. After their first round that day, she’d slipped on her underwear and his shirt, a look he’d found extremely sexy, especially when paired with her tousled hair. So sexy, in fact, that - well, he’d warned her what would happen if she wore those kinds of outfits around him.

He worried that he’d been rougher the second time around, although he held her largely responsible for that, too. As if wearing his shirt and black silk panties hadn’t been bad enough, after he’d stripped them off her she’d pushed him onto his back and used her mouth on him in what had to have been the single greatest torture he’d ever been subjected to. She had licked, stroked, and teased until he’d been so completely out of his mind that he’d flipped her over onto her knees and taken her that way, not stopping until she moaned and cried his name and collapsed onto the pillows.

He couldn’t get enough of her.

It scared him a little, because he’d never before felt this way about anyone. Nearly forty years old, he wasn’t exactly innocent - he’d slept with his fair share of women. But all of his relationships had been casual, never like this.

Booth leaned in, whispering her name softly. He knew he was a greedy, selfish bastard to wake her up, but he loved the reassurance of their intimacy, what it said about their relationship without either of them actually having to say it. Not to mention, it had been a couple of hours and she was lying next to him naked. He could either sit there in the dark with a hard-on, or he could do something about it.

He said her name again, and she stirred. He rolled them both over and kissed her neck as they lay on their sides. His mouth wandered down the slope of her breasts, and he worked his tongue around one of her nipples.

Brennan woke up with a smile. “Hmm . . .” She ran her hands over him, sighing as she caressed his chest and stomach. Her hands dipped lower and found his achingly hard erection.

Her eyes opened mischievously. “We’re there already?”

“It just seems to keep getting this way around you.”

She slid one knee over his hip. “I like it this way.”

Not needing any further encouragement, Booth reached back and got a condom from the nightstand. After he rolled it on, he grasped her hips and slowly sank into the warm, wet depths of her. He cupped her ass with one hand and rolled his hips back and forth in a smooth, unhurried rhythm.

When he heard her gasp, he paused. “Is it too much?”

She closed her eyes and moved her hips against him, urging him deeper. “It’s perfect. Feel free to wake me every morning like this.”

Booth bent his head and kissed her.

He should be so lucky.

This was the best weekend of his life.

Of her life.

Of their lives.

And they would never forget it.

The Suit on the Set Episode Stills!

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