“Hey Bones, guess what we’re doing tonight?” Booth asked as he made his way up to the platform with his usual saunter.

“Another case?” Temperance asked, looking up from her work. It was two weeks after she had been kidnapped. Her ankle was all healed and she was back in the field full time. In fact, they had just finished up a case with a body found in Constitution Gardens.

“No, no case,” he replied. Then he announced with a sense of grandeur, “We are going on a date.”

“A date?” She arched an eyebrow at her partner. “Haven’t we been “dating” for a while now?” Since her kidnapping, they had spent nearly every night together. However, besides the sex, their habits hadn’t changed much since their partnership became more intimate.

“No, I mean, a real, official date.” He stepped into her personal space, placing his hands on her hips. “I’m going to pick you up at eight and take you to a nice restaurant. I’m going to pay for dinner and you are going to wear a nice dress.”

“A dress?” she asked skeptically.

“Yes, Bones, a dress.” He leaned in close, his lips brushing the sensitive shell of her ear. “I like looking at your legs.” Part of her wanted to object to his alpha-male tendencies, the way he sauntered into her place of work and made demands on her time and wardrobe. But the other part of her was distracted by the heat of his body and knew he would make his interruption worth her while. She decided to let it slide and see what he had planned. He didn’t give her any other details however, just pressed a quick kiss against her lips. “I’ll see you at 8.”

Later that night, Temperance Brennan, renowned forensic anthropologist and author, was standing in front of her closet in her underwear trying to decide what to wear. Booth was arriving at her apartment in 15 minutes and she was far from ready. She didn’t know what restaurant Booth was taking her to so she wasn’t sure what dress would be appropriate. Realizing that it had been almost 10 minutes that she had been flipping through her clothes, she had to laugh at herself. It had been a long time since she felt like this…like such a girl.

Making a final decision, she pulled a black dress out of her closet. Her Roxie dress from Vegas. She smiled to herself. She knew Booth liked it if the way he had looked at her in Vegas was any indication. She pulled it on but paired it with a cashmere cardigan and sensible though sexy heels, making it more Temperance and less Roxie. Finishing her make-up and fixing her to fall in her loose waves, she was ready just moments before Booth rang her bell. She opened the door to find Booth in a Hugo Boss suit, holding a bouquet of lilies.

“You look beautiful.” He smiled broadly and leaned down to kiss her. Then, he handed her the flowers. “These are for you.”

“Thank you. Come on in.” He followed her into the kitchen where she put the flowers in water.

“We should go. We’ve got reservations.”

“Where are we going?” Brennan asked, curious as to his plans. He flashed her his charm smile.

“It’s a surprise.” With a soft hand on the small of her back, he guided her down to the car, opening the door for her then getting into the driver’s seat. He drove them to Marcel’s, a French Belgian restaurant downtown. They were promptly seated at a table in the back.

“Booth, this is lovely. How did you get reservations?”

“I called in a favor,” he said mysteriously. “Should we start with some wine?”

“Booth,” Brennan said in surprise, looking over the wine list, “can you afford this?”

“Bones!! Inappropriate question.”

“I’m just saying this is a very extravagant meal for someone on an FBI sala…”

“Bones!” he hissed. “We are on a date. This is not the time.” She smiled and he suddenly forgot why he was annoyed.

“Dinner was wonderful. Thank you, Booth.” They were standing in front of Brennan’s apartment door after their date.

“You’re welcome, Bones.” He leaned in gently capturing her lips. Her hands slid to his waist, holding him close as they kissed softly. Her lips were hot against his and she tasted like the wine and chocolate cake they had shared at dinner. “Maybe we should take this inside,” he whispered against her mouth as their kisses got more heated.

“Angela told me never to invite a guy inside on the first date,” she told him, eyes sparkling as she teased him.

“Temperance, open the door,” he growled. Laughingly, she pulled her keys out of her purse and let them into her apartment.

“Do you want a drink? I have wine and beer.”

“No, I want to go to the bedroom.”

“Impatient are we?” she said smirking at him.

“Very,” he replied, shooting a sexy smile her way.

“Well let’s not keep you waiting.” She peeled off her cardigan, flinging it at him, and sauntered into the bedroom. Dropping her sweater on the couch, he followed her eagerly. He came up behind her before she had a chance to turn around and face him. His arms went around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.

“Do you think I didn’t recognize this dress?” he whispered hotly in her ear before pressing wet kisses against her neck. “I’ve had so many fantasies about you in this dress. Ever since I zipped you into it I’ve wanted to take it off you.” He peppered kisses over her shoulders, tongue dipping slightly to take in the taste of her, as he trailed his fingertips lightly over her arms, raising goose bumps.

“So what are you waiting for?” she whispered back, suddenly breathless.

“Impatient are we?” he asked, teasing her with her own words. But his fingers found the zipper on the back of her dress and pulled it down. She shrugged out of the straps and he pushed the dress down to pool at her feet. Booth felt his cock jump when her undergarments came into view. The black lace strapless bra lifted her breasts and the matching thong drew his eyes down to the curve of her ass.

“Bones,” he groaned as that gorgeous ass ground back against his erection. His large hand spanned her stomach, sliding up to cup her breasts. Her head fell back against his shoulder when his thumbs flicked over her hardened nipples, the pressure of his fingers and the texture of the lace send bolts of sensation through her. Brennan reached up and back to bring his lips to hers.

As they kissed, Booth lifted her breasts out of her bra, squeezing them gently. A little moan escaped her as he pinched her nipples, his hands knowing exactly how to touch her. With her arousal rising quickly, she had enough of his teasing and spun in his arms. Their mouths met again, her tongue chasing his into his mouth. Realizing that Booth was fully dressed while she was in his underwear, she reached up to push his jacket off his shoulders and went to work on his shirt buttons. His pants were next with his boxers joining them on the floor.

He groaned when her delicate fingers wrapped around his erection and pumped slowly. She drove him crazy. All the time.

They kicked their clothes away, moving to the bed, kissing and caressing as they went. Brennan sat and scooted up towards the headboard, pulling Booth over her. He kissed her wetly, lips and tongues battling, as he lowered his weight down on her. Her arms wrapped around him, hands buried in her hair, as she held him close. His fingers danced down her stomach, working their way between her thighs. Her panties were pushed to the side as he stroked over her wet folds, sliding one finger inside.

“Seeley,” she hissed and he looked up at her. He loved this moment when they changed from Booth and Bones to Seeley and Temperance, their intimacy overwhelming them. His eyes were liquid chocolate with arousal as they met hers and she squirmed. “Now, please.” Grinning, he pressed a kiss against the upper swell of her breast and use his hand to guide himself into her.

Booth groaned at the feeling of her tight wet heat surrounding him and began moving. Brennan wrapped one long leg around his hips, opening herself further, letting him sink deeper but he kept up the slow pace. After a few long minutes, she grew frustrated with his unhurried speed and flipped him onto his back. Sinking down on him, she rotated her hips in a slow circle, luxuriating in the feel of him, then began moving faster.

“Yes, Temperance,” he moaned, his hands going up to cup her bouncing breasts. She arched into his touch, thrusting down on him and driving them both towards orgasm. Her mewling cries grew louder as she drew closer and Booth removed one hand from her breast to touch her clit. She screamed as she came, hips churning furiously down on his. Her clenching muscles milked him into his own orgasm as he rammed his pelvis up into hers.

She was boneless in his arms, sprawled across his chest, eyes closed as her body recovered. Booth’s fingertips traced circles on her sweaty back while he waited for his breathing to even out. Eventually, Brennan rolled to the side, but Booth kept his arms wrapped around her.

The next morning, Booth wandered into the kitchen after showering and getting dressed. Brennan, who had been pouring coffee into thermoses, looked over her shoulder at him and laughed when he yawned widely. A warmth settled into her chest as she watched him saunter into the kitchen and pick at the crusts of her toast. The feeling had become familiar over the past few weeks and she was suddenly overcome with the need to do something about it. She put down the coffee pot and he walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down to kiss him hard. When she broke away, the stunned look on his face was almost comical.

“What was that for?”

“I love you, Seeley Booth,” she told him, her voice firm and sure. His eyes lit up at the words and at the knowledge that she finally had the courage to say it to his face and not just whispered in the dark when she thought he was asleep.

“I love you too Temperance Brennan,” he told her, hugging her tightly to him. They stood in each other’s arms for a long moment before Booth broke away and grabbed his coffee. “Come on, let’s go to work.”