Here's the third chapter. I couldn't resist the temptation to write this as an M rating since it is set in the hot tub, after all. I hope that this doesn't offend anyone who was enjoying the first couple of chapters. In this one, Bones and Booth enjoy the hot tub.

Disclaimer: I don't own, or profit from, these characters or franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Bones was smiling as she walked out onto the balcony towards the hot tub. The night air was warm and a light breeze made it perfect. She noticed the bottle of champagne and tray that held covered bowls of fruit which she had ordered taken up to the suite and laid out. She had done that after the lecture before they had got back to the hotel. Out of earshot from Booth, of course. She had wanted to surprise him, assuming that their conversation went as well as she had hoped it would. It had, and now she was leading her man (and damn if that didn't sound good to her for some reason she couldn't identify) out to the balcony for a little sinful soak in a hot tub.

"Uh, Bones," Booth asked in a nervous voice.

She had to work to keep from giggling at his voice. He was so predictably nervous. She'd as much as told him that they would be soaking in the nude.

"Yes, Booth?" she asked as she turned around to face him.

"Uh, it's a little exposed out here, isn't it?" he asked. His voice had a wonderfully high pitched plea in it.

As she moved over to stand in front of him, she started unbuttoning her blouse, one slow button at a time. The slight widening of his eyes, and the lusty look that he gave her was amusing. "And that's a problem?" she asked. She slid the blouse off and stood before him in only her skirt and bra.

Booth gulped. It was like a dream, but he was also a bit uncomfortable. He hated admitting any kind of squeamishness about anything sexual, but he was a good Catholic boy who, while not anywhere near a saint and went to confession at least once a week, still had some scruples about the subject. Bones, of course, had no such reticence, and he was always made to look like a pathetic prude, though he wasn't one, as his priest could attest to after all the x-rated confessions of impure thoughts regarding Bones he'd been forced to endure.

"No," he said in what he hoped was a more natural voice. "It's just that it seems a bit odd to be out in the open air skinny dipping at a hotel."

Bones laughed. "You are so predictable, Booth," she told him as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

Booth couldn't help but look at his best friend and partner as she stood in front of him in nothing but her bra and panties. The black sheer stockings were also a damn good sight. He silently offered a prayer of thanks to the Big Guy upstairs for making Bones so beautiful.

"Bones," he admonished. "I'm a good Catholic and already spend every Sunday morning in confession dealing with a weeks worth of impure thoughts about you. I'd kind of like to not add to that and give my priest a stroke. I've probably already racked up a huge amount of time in Purgatory as it is."

"Impure thoughts?" she asked. A shiver ran down her spine as she imagined what some of those thoughts could be. Deliciously wicked!

"Every damn day, all day long," he admitted reluctantly. He almost had a heart attack when he saw Bones remove the first stocking. "God that looks hot," he exhaled.

"Then what's all this other stuff, Booth?" she asked teasingly. She lifted the other leg and slowly rolled the remaining stocking off.

"I'm going to burn in Hell for sure," Booth managed to squeak out.

Bones stood straight and moved close to him. Grabbing the sides of his head, she pulled him down and kissed him hard. Teasing his lips with her tongue lightly, she pulled back and gave him a sultry look. "Booth?" she said.

"Yeah?" he asked. His brain was still stuck on the kiss. Damn she was good at that!

"You are way overdressed here, aren't you?" she asked. She reached back and unsnapped her bra, letting it slide off of her so that he now had an unobstructed view of her breasts.

His jaw fell a couple of centimeters then clamped shut. He looked up at the sky. "I swear that I'll be in confession first thing tomorrow morning," he promised the Big Guy. He had noticed a small Catholic church a few blocks away when they had checked in that day.

Bones reached up and started to unbutton Booth's white dress shirt. She decided not to make any comments about religion and God. What was happening now was too important to be marred by an argument about what were, at least to her, trivial matters. If it helped Booth to get in the proper frame of mind for some fun, then she would let him make any promises his faith led him to make. She made quick work of the shirt and undershirt, then she focused her attention on his pants. He'd, thankfully, opted not to wear his 'COCKY' belt buckle to the lecture hall, so she was dealing with a standard belt buckle. While her hands worked on freeing him of his 'restraint' she nuzzled her face in his chest, planting quick kisses on his torso. His musculature was perfect and she was going to enjoy it.

Booth felt his pants drop, and then a hand snaking into his boxers. He groaned as she grabbed him and began a light stroking. All those impure thoughts over the years came flooding back, only this time enhanced by some reality. "Bones?" he managed to squeak as he tried desperately to hold onto his control.

"Yes," she grinned. She could feel how on edge he was. Pulling her hand away, with serious regret, she stepped back and then peeled her panties down and off, letting him see her in all her glory.

Booth now really was feeling like he had died and gone to heaven. At least he hoped so. If this was Purgatory, then he'd never survive the sheer pleasure of Heaven. Bones, his Bones, was completely naked in front of him. Her body was perfect and he was memorizing every dip and curve on her sexy frame. He gasped a bit when she slowly did a 360 to show off the whole package. She was as perfect from the back as she was the front.

"You like?" she said with a raised brow. She could see that his erection was damn impressive, though she'd always believed that it would be. It was nice having some empirical proof, however.

"You have no idea," he breathed out in a husky tone. He hadn't even touched her yet, at least not since she'd stripped, and he was already a very happy man!

"Then pop the cork on the champagne and pour us some while I get in the hot tub," she told him as she sashayed her way over to the tub. She gingerly stepped up and into the hot water and sighed deeply. Long, very hot baths had always been a favorite of hers.

Booth quickly obeyed, sending the cork flying and then poured two champagne flutes full of the sparkling wine. He handed her one and then kept his own while he also stepped into the steaming water. He was still unsure of this whole thing as they were in a hotel on an outside balcony.

Bones was trying really hard to not screw up and come off sounding like a purely academic minded woman. She wanted this time of pleasure to be just that. Booth had shown her for a long time that what was between them was something almost magical, as absurd as that sounded. His introduction of her that night had been the final catalyst she had needed to take the plunge. It was difficult not to start talking in anthropological terms, but she had been good so far. She was wanting to see just how right he had been when he had once told her that making love was like breaking the laws of physics. She smiled as she recalled that conversation. What had started it had been uncomfortable for Booth, but once he started talking about making love, he had been very honest and confident. Maybe faith wasn't such a bad thing after all. Of course she could never admit that to Booth, but in her own mind she was beginning to acknowledge it. She had to make him feel comfortable since she had the very real impression that when it came to some 'fun' time between the two of them, she was the more open minded and outgoing of the two. She slid herself close to him, placing his arm over her shoulder, taking a cozy place against the side of his chest. She felt him relax a bit.

"This is nice," she said as she clinked her champagne flute against his encouragingly.

Booth was beginning to calm down. Not a lot, but some. Obviously this was important to Bones, so he would make a real effort. She hadn't been brazen or really out there since coming out onto the balcony. She'd been erotic, sexy, and proved that she was very at ease with her body. Now if he could only make the same gesture.

"Yeah it is," he agreed as he looked out at the spectacular view. "I'm not really as prudish as I seem to be, Bones."

Bones chuckled. "I know," she assured him. "I won't lie and tell you that I haven't had many lovers, Booth, or that my natural curiosity was limited to what my mind created in my fantasies. I have enjoyed a lot of different sexual experiences, some of them you would probably like, and others you would make a face at. But that doesn't make you a prude in my opinion. Besides, what we're going to be doing is where you're the more experienced partner."

"Huh?" he asked, clearly confused at that one. He tried to avoid thinking about the whole idea that she'd had a lot of lovers in the past, despite what he knew of her views about sex. Now was not the time for jealousy.

"Making love," she whispered into his ear as she leaned up to place several kisses along his jaw down to the side of his mouth. "You told me that making love was about the feelings that two people who are in love have coming alive through the physical side of the relationship. I don't know about you, but for the first time I feel like I love someone I am about to have sex with. I do love you, Booth."

"I never thought I'd ever hear you say that," he admitted a bit shamefully. He had always been sure of his own feelings for her, and he had always been aware that she cared, but love? Not really. She had always been so adamant about the subject. She'd shown him in a lot of ways, though, that he was only just now starting to recognize.

Bones moved quickly and straddled him, placing as much skin to skin contact with him as she could make. Moving her head down, she kissed him deeply. "Believe it," she told him as she gave him another kiss as she moved her hips, pressing herself against his very hard erection. The feel of him as he pressed his length between her folds was sheer ecstasy, and she had to fight to keep from simply impaling herself on him right then. She shuddered as his length tubbed along her engorged clit, sending shards of coiled tingles shooting through her entire body.

"I want you," she told him forcefully. She kissed him again. "We can take it easy next time, but I need you inside me right now," she ground out as she raised herself, grasping him into position and then sank down onto him in one rapid drop of her hips, hissing at the sudden penetration, but completely loving the full, stretched feel of him inside her.

"HOLY SHIT!!!" Booth strangled out, grabbing the sides of the hot tub to stay upright.

Bones chuckled as she gripped him rhythmically with her inner muscles, undulating her hips sensuously, adding to her own stimulation as the friction rubbed her in all the right spots. "You feel wonderful," she whispered lustily in her ear as she began to slide her hips up and down on him, slow, then fast, then slow again alternating the pace. A wave of emotion was flowing through her that she had never experienced before with a lover, and she was starting to understand what Booth had been talking about. The feelings were confirming for her all that she had said about him in her book dedication. The complete respect, admiration, and trust was there in its totality in a way that she didn't think she'd ever felt with anyone in her life, lover or friend or family.

Booth was in a state that he was sure was approaching Nirvana, if he believed in such a thing. He couldn't believe how incredible it felt to be inside Bones as she rode him in the hot tub. He'd always known, somehow, that they would end up together, but he had to admit that it had been rough at times. Now he had what he wanted, and the stuff he'd told her about the miracle of actually making love was becoming a reality in such a degree that he'd only imagined as a possibility. Bones was the miracle he'd always thought she was, and now it was being proved in the physical/emotional sense, and not just the incredible personality that he'd always loved about her. She was the complete package, and he was privileged to be experiencing the reality that he'd told the students about, earlier, in it's most intimate sense. He thought he'd been teaching Bones something with that talk on making love all that time ago, but he knew now that he had been teaching himself, too, and this was the lab part of the discussion that gave the proof.

Bones sped up her movements and felt an orgasm coming on and knew it was a big one. She could also feel the tension in Booth and knew he was close, so she clamped her muscles on him as tight as she could, seriously increasing the friction each of them was feeling. "Come on, Booth," she urged, knowing she was seconds away. "Cum for me," she told him, sounding like a lot of the men she'd been with who had been more of the take charge type she usually did not like in her sex life. Suddenly a white hot wave of fire shot through her as she had one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had and she screamed his name into the open air, not caring that anyone could hear her.

"BOOOOTTTHHHH!!!!!!!" she bellowed, twitching and convulsing, though she could feel him cumming inside of her, the warmth of him almost soothing her inflamed body. She felt boneless and slumped down while he was still inside of her. "That was incredible," she whispered as she kissed him softly, letting it linger as he softened and, as she let out a groan of disappointment, slipped out of her.

"I always knew it would be," he whispered back, holding her to him.

She pulled her head back and looked at him directly in the eyes. "I really did feel it, Booth," she told him.

"What?" he asked, not completely with it after such a soul defining experience.

"The miracle," she told him. "We broke those laws of physics you were talking about. But how did it happen?" she demanded, ever the empirical questioner. "You let me take charge and it still happened. How?"

Booth chuckled. "Because it doesn't matter who takes the lead, Bones, or how you do it," he tried to explain, just realizing the same thing himself. "Making love is still sex, but when the two people really are in the moment and have a deep bond, it doesn't matter how it's done, or who guides who. The miracle is still there. You've just added emotion to your intimate reality, Bones."

Bones smiled as she pondered what he was saying. For the rational empiricist it was a massive leap of faith that was uncomfortable, but for some reason, she felt comforted. She'd been feeling that comfort ever since Booth had made that wonderful introduction of her earlier in the day.

"Why don't we go back in the room and get in the bed," she suggested. "I think we have a few more miracles to experience before we're through." She stood up and pulled him up with her, the water running down both their bodies.

"I think that's a great idea," he told her as they stepped out of the hot tub. "Just make sure you don't kill me before tomorrow morning. I think I'll have a lot to confess before I met the man upstairs."

Bones chuckled. "Don't worry," she assured him. "I plan on having you around for a very long time, Booth. If it'll help, I can go with you to put in a good word while you confess."

Booth looked at her in horror. "I think I can handle it on my own, Bones," he told her quickly. "I'd rather not start out our new relationship with being excommunicated. You may not believe in it, but I do, so I need to preserve myself for the afterlife."

She walked over to the glass door and stopped, looking back at him over her shoulder. "Spoilsport," she mock pouted. "Are you coming?" she asked as she walked into the suite.

Booth forced himself to move and not be stalled by just the mere image of a naked Bones, who had a perfect ass in his opinion. Perfect ass? Try perfect everything. If this was the response he would be getting from doing a simple introduction, then maybe he should offer to do it more often.

"Booth!" came Bones' shout. She sounded a bit miffed. "Are you going to get in here, or am I going to have to start all by myself?"

"Coming, Bones," he called out and hastened to get to her. She could still kick his ass, after all. Yep, it certainly paid dividends to listen to Bones.

A/N: Not too sure if this one works or not. I wanted a sexy scene that didn't go too far into pure smut, but I also didn't want something that was too mushy/fluffy. How did it turn out? Let me know. There may be one more chapter after this, but I haven't decided. Gregg.