Note: This is intended to go with a chapter (X-rated) of my Are You Ready To Fight series. This chapter is the last of the three chapters.

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(Did I mention that this expansion was the idea of sleeplessinatlanta? I should have.)

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I've been doing recoveries for a long time, and every time I forget how uncomfortable it is to crouch or kneel in one position for an extended period of time.

This one was pretty straightforward – sure, the remains were partially buried, but the ground was relatively level and dry. They were also skeletal, so we didn't even have to cope with the smell that comes from decomposing flesh. Clark and I worked on removing the remains from the surrounding soil while Booth talked with the other law enforcement personnel and the couple who had been walking their dog when they saw a femur poking out of the ground.

We had arrived on the scene early this morning and it was now late afternoon. We had stopped briefly for lunch – sandwiches the FBI tech picked up – but otherwise had been working all day. Finally, though, it was time to pack it up and head back to the lab. Clark insisted on riding with the FBI agent charged with transporting the remains. After making sure that the remains were properly secured for transport, the vehicle pulled away and I turned to look for Booth. He was leaning against his truck talking with one of the sheriff's deputies.

I walked over and he looked up at me. "Ready to go, Bones?"

I nodded. "Yes. The remains are on their way back to the Jeffersonian. I'm ready to go whenever you are." As I was talking, I removed my jumpsuit and put it in a garbage bag for cleaning. I hoped that he was ready to go. I was more than anxious to take a hot shower and then head in to the lab to start my examination.

The deputy made her excuses and headed to her car, Booth's eyes following her all the way.

"She's very attractive."

"What? No, Bones. I mean, she is, but that's not why I'm looking at her. She's been reminding me of someone all day and I can't quite figure out who."

I looked at the deputy again. She did look familiar, but I couldn't quite figure out why. Suddenly, it hit me. "I know why she looks familiar."


"Yes. She bears a remarkable resemblance to the actress in the movie we saw Saturday night."

At my words, Booth visibly tensed. I couldn't believe he was still uncomfortable over the movie. We're both adults. I know he doesn't like talking about sex with me, but I didn't expect the mere mention of the movie to still bother him.

"Oh. Maybe you're right, Bones. Let's go." He turned to walk around the car.

I got in the car and buckled my seat belt, watching as he started the car. We were the last people to leave the crime scene. Booth stared straight ahead, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel. I wished Clark hadn't suggested that he ride back with the body so that he could start the examination immediately.

I couldn't figure out what was going on with Booth. He seemed embarrassed. Why would he be embarrassed about watching a movie with sexual content? More to the point, why does it only seem to be a problem when he's talking to me? If it were anyone else, I'd wonder if he was attracted to me – but if that's the case, why hasn't he said anything before?

The car was filled with an awkward silence. As we got close to D.C., he finally glanced at me, his eyes focused above my head. "Are you going to work?" I shook my head. "No, home, please. I want to take a shower." He turned towards my apartment, his jaw clenched.

As he approached my building, I said, "Can you come up for a couple of minutes?" He glanced over at me. I was afraid he was going to refuse, but he nodded curtly and pulled into a parking space.

I unlocked the door to my apartment and he followed me inside. As he shut the door, still unable to look me in the eye, I headed for the bathroom, saying, "I'll just be a minute, Booth."

It probably took more than a minute for me to shower, but not much more. Feeling much better now that the sweat and grime of the day's work was washed away, I put on my robe and headed out to confront Booth. He was standing by the window, looking out at the city. As I walked out, he turned to face me. "That was fast."

I nodded. "Yes. I didn't want to keep you waiting."

I moved to sit on the couch and he came to sit beside me. "So Bones, why did you need me to come up here with you?"

I turned to face him, noticing his glace at my legs as the robe parted slightly. "That movie still bothers you."

Can we stop talking about the movie, Bones?"

I nodded. "Yes, I think we should stop talking about it." I swung one leg over his until I was straddling him and put my hand on his chest. Startled, he squeaked, "Bones, what are you doing?"

I glanced up at him, enjoying the befuddled expression on his face. "You're uncomfortable around me because that movie made you think about having sex with me. I think we should have sex. That way there won't be any mystery and we can get back to work." As I spoke, I removed his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt.

My actions surprised him and it took longer than I expected for him to protest, but before I had finished with his shirt, his hands were on my wrists. I looked up. "What's wrong, Booth? Don't you want me?"

His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.

With my hands restrained, I couldn't finish unbuttoning his shirt, so I leaned in, pressing small kisses on his neck. As he struggled to find the words, I continued talking. "Your pulse is elevated, you know. I can feel your erection. You're obviously aroused. I think you do want me."

He released my wrists, moving his hands to my shoulders and pushing me back slightly. Stung by his rejection, I stumbled to my feet. I headed to the bedroom to get dressed, humiliated that I had made a fool of myself in front of him.

I hadn't taken three steps before he was somehow in front of me, his hands on my arms. "Hey, Bones, stop. Let me explain."

Now I was the one unable to look my partner in the face. My eyes downcast, I shook my head, saying, "It's OK, Booth, I understand. I thought you wanted me, but I understand now that I was wrong. Go to work and I'll call you when we have an update on the case."

He moved his hand to my chin, tilting it up so that I had to look at him. Puzzled by the emotion I could see in his eyes, I stood still, fighting my instincts to run.

After what seemed like a year but was probably only a matter of seconds, he spoke. "Bones, you were right. I do want you."

I was confused. "But … you pushed me away."

"I don't want a one-night stand with you, Bones. I don't want just sex."

"Booth, I know you're a romantic and you think sex should be about love, but can't it just be about sex?"

His hand moved down to my arm again, caressing it gently. "No, Bones, sex between us can't be about just sex. I love you. You're my partner. You're my friend. I can't have just sex with you."

I could feel the warmth from his hand spread through my body. "I love you too, Booth. You're my partner and my friend. So … you're saying that it wouldn't be just sex with us because we have an emotional connection?"


Finally I understood. "That is acceptable."


You know, I try to be a good man, a good father, a good partner. Some days it's hard to do that, though – especially when you are partners with a strong, smart, caring, gorgeous woman who thinks there's nothing wrong with the two of you watching a highly sexual movie together.

Today was one of those days.

We were en route to a crime scene when she brought up that movie we'd gone to on Saturday. Was she trying to torture me?

We eventually arrived at the crime scene and her junior squint left the car like his pants were on fire. I guess he didn't enjoy the conversation any more than I did.

While Bones did her bone thing, I talked with the other crime scene guys. I talked to the couple who found the body and got their version of things. I chatted with the deputy who took the call. She looked familiar. I couldn't figure out why – I was pretty sure I hadn't worked with her before.

Finally, Bones was done. Clark volunteered to ride back with the remains, obviously hoping to avoid another oh-so-very-uncomfortable conversation. Part of me wished I could do the same.

The deputy said goodbye and I watched her walk to her car. Why did she look so familiar?

Nothing escapes Bones's notice, and somehow she jumped to the conclusion that I was attracted to the deputy. I mean, sure, she's attractive, but somehow I wasn't interested.

I explained that I was trying to figure out where I'd seen her before. Naturally, Bones's genius brain made the connection instantly – she looked like one of the women in that movie we had seen on Saturday.

Bones isn't the best at reading people, but even she could see that I didn't want to talk about the movie anymore. Mercifully, she let it go.

We rode back in silence. I was afraid to so much as look at her for fear that my mind would be filled with images of us doing some of the things those characters did in the movie. Not the danger and violence – we do that stuff all the time. No, I was afraid that I'd be thinking of us doing the sexual stuff. No way do I need to get a hard on with Bones sitting right beside me. Like I said, she doesn't miss anything.

Bones wanted to be dropped at home. For some reason, she asked me to come up to her apartment. I was a little puzzled, but I figured I'd hang around and give her a ride to work since her car was still there. When we got there, she headed into the shower and I wandered her apartment trying not to think about her in the shower.

She didn't take long. I don't know that many people who can shower in less than 2 minutes, but Bones can do it. About a minute after I heard the shower turn off, she was out in the living room wrapped in her robe smelling like peaches. It was clinging to her still-damp skin and I could see it swirl around her legs as she walked, parting just enough to make my imagination run wild.

As we sat on the couch, her robe parted and I found myself staring at those perfect legs – at least until I saw the look she was giving me. She didn't look angry – she just had that look on her face that she gets when she looks at a particularly interesting set of bones.

As I was wondering what was going on, she brought up the movie. Again. Hadn't we talked about it enough?

I was relieved when she agreed that we should drop the subject and I relaxed.

That made it that much more shocking when she moved so that she was sitting on my lap facing me. I didn't know what to do. I had already figured out that she wasn't wearing much under her robe, and her new position pulled the sides further apart. If I looked down, I could get a good glimpse at her magnificent breasts and see her mostly bare legs on either side of me.

I was instantly hard. I'm sure she noticed. It would be hard for her not to notice with her groin pressed against mine the way it was.

As strange as it seems now, my first concern was figuring out what to do with my hands. Push her away? Pull her closer? Tear her clothes off?

While I was assessing the situation, Bones was talking. With her body pressed against me the way it was, I was having trouble focusing on her words. I thought I heard her say something about us having sex, but that might have been wishful thinking.

By the time I was able to think again, she had removed my tie and was halfway done unbuttoning my shirt. What was she doing? I reached out and grabbed her hands, hoping that she would stop long enough for me to figure out what to do. It wasn't my lucky day, though. Since her hands were out of play, she started pressing these little kisses along my neck and jaw.

Was she trying to kill me?

I pushed her away, hoping that I'd be able to think if she wasn't touching me.

I stood there, trying to figure out what was going on, a little ashamed that I still noticed that her robe was less securely closed than it had been earlier. Before I could figure out what to say, she was turning to leave, that lost little girl expression on her face again, and I realized I had to stop her, to make this right.

I stepped in front of her, putting my hands on her arms. I wasn't restraining her – hell, Bones would kick my ass if I tried – but I couldn't imagine not touching her.

Then I heard what she was saying.

She thought I didn't want her? I had wanted her for years. How could she think I didn't want her?

I started talking, babbling something about how I did want her but I didn't want us to just have sex.

She answered, saying that sex could just be about sex, and I had to explain it. "No, Bones, sex between us can't be about just sex. I love you. You're my partner. You're my friend. I can't have just sex with you."

I could see a look of comprehension and – was that acceptance? – on her face. "I love you too, Booth. You're my partner and my friend. So … you're saying that it wouldn't be just sex with us because we have an emotional connection?"

Finally, she understood what I was so inelegantly saying. "Yes."

You know, it's rare that a day goes by without Bones surprising me. "That is acceptable."


Instead of answering, I kissed him. I've always viewed kissing as a prelude to sex. I mean, I enjoyed it, but it was just a warm up for the main event. Kissing Booth, though, was something I would have happily done all day.

That is, if he hadn't pulled back again. "Are you sure, Bones? I don't want to do this if it's going to mess up our friendship."

Didn't he understand that he was the most important person in my life? Nothing could change that. "I'm sure, Booth. I promise."

His eyes bored into mine as if trying to read my every thought. When he was satisfied that I was telling the truth, his lips curved in a small, elated smile.

The next thing I knew, his lips were on mine while his hands were fumbling with the belt on my robe. Not wanting to be left behind, I went back to unbuttoning his shirt. I was highly aroused, though, and my fingers would not cooperate, so I gave up and ripped it open. As the buttons flew across the room, pinging against the coffee table, he broke our kiss, chuckling. "Gee, Bones, no need to rush."

I shrugged off my robe, saying "Booth, I've wanted you for years. I'm not waiting any longer."

With that, I reached for his belt buckle, only to have him stop me. "Bones, let's take this to the bedroom, OK? I don't want our first time to be on your living room floor."

With my last remaining shred of rationality, I realized he had a point. Besides, I had a box of condoms in the bedroom. He might carry one with him, but I knew we'd need more than one.

We stumbled into the bedroom. Now that I was finally able to touch him, I didn't seem to be able to stop. When my calves hit the bed, my knees bucked. I fell back, dragging him with me. My legs were wrapped awkwardly around his, my hips raising involuntarily as he sucked at my breast.

Somehow, he managed to remove his pants. He fumbled with the condom, and then he was finally inside of me.

I couldn't believe the rush of joy when she kissed me. I have to admit that I've dreamed about this day. Sure, we kissed when Caroline blackmailed her, but somehow I had convinced myself that I was exaggerating how incredible that kiss was. This kiss put that one to shame.

I had to be sure, though. I didn't want to trade my closest friend for a night of mind-blowing sex. "Are you sure, Bones? I don't want to do this if it's going to mess up our friendship."

I saw no doubt, no hesitation in her eyes when she said she was sure. Thank God. It might have killed me to stop now.

I went back to kissing her, trying to summon the mental capacity to untie the belt of her robe. She was obviously having a similar problem, because she gave up on unbuttoning my shirt and ripped the buttons off instead. I couldn't believe that this incredible woman – my Bones – was so anxious to get my shirt off that she'd rip it off. I was completely filled with happiness and I joked, "Gee, Bones, no need to rush."

That's when she took off her robe. I'm not proud of it, but I've dreamed of what she would look like naked. She put my dreams to shame. I'm pretty sure I forgot to breathe.

I was jolted back to reality when she reached for my belt buckle. I knew that if she touched me, it would be over far too soon. I didn't want that for our first time together, so I stopped her. "Bones, let's take this to the bedroom, OK? I don't want our first time to be on your living room floor."

She nodded and we stumbled to the bedroom, running into walls and doors along the way. We finally got to her bedroom and she fell back on the bed. I wanted – needed – to concentrate on her, and my mouth teased her nipple while my other arm supported my weight so I didn't crush her. Her hips were thrusting up at my legs and finally I could take no more. I pulled of my pants and tried to figure out how to unroll the condom she handed me. I figured it out – muscle memory at its best – and then I was finally inside of her.

When I was fully sheathed inside of her hot, slick walls, I stilled and leaned down to kiss her. I couldn't believe that we were finally here.

Bones was still in a hurry, though, and she used one of her crazy karate moves to flip me onto my back so that she could ride me. I wasn't objecting – from my new position, I could watch her breasts bounce as she moved and see the look of concentration on her face. I knew I wasn't going to last long, so I used one hand to caress her breasts and the other to stimulate her clit.

It didn't take long before she shattered, her walls squeezing me as she convulsed above me. That pushed me over the edge and I came as she collapsed onto my chest.

As our breathing slowed, she moved to lie beside me. I made a quick trip to dispose of the condom, then pulled back the covers. She let me maneuver her under the covers and I climbed in after her, pulling the covers up and wrapping my arms around her.

We lay there, wrapped up in each other. I was just about to doze off when she spoke. "Booth? Do you want to go to a movie again this weekend?"