Merry Christmas, part two! Thanks again to each person who has taken the time to comment on these past 25 days; I've really enjoyed hearing from you! Want to give a quick shout out to RositaLG and VA32H, who also took on the challenge of doing 25 posts in 25 days. Their stories are listed in my favorites, so if you haven't read them, do so immediately! They are hot and sweet and awesome. And the stories are too. Bada bing! :)

-b&b-

Brennan found Booth over by their large bedroom window, and when he didn't turn to see her, she walked over to stand by him. He had the curtain pulled back and was staring outside with wonder on his face.

"Everything okay?" she still asked, and he spared her a glance before easily wrapping her up in his arms and tucking her close to his body.

"Yeah, I just…I love it like this," he motioned with two fingers toward their front yard, delightfully glistening with falling snow. Soft lights twinkled on their street and it made their standing inside together even more cozy. Though it wasn't possible, in that moment it felt like Peace on Earth was something that could happen. He gave a soft laugh. "I'm being too sentimental, right?"

Brennan leaned back against his chest, resting her hands on his arms and watching the snow fall with him. "No," she replied sincerely. "I think it's nice."

She couldn't see his smile, but she felt him shift behind her and rest his chin on the top of her head, and she knew he liked her answer.

"Are the kids asleep?" he asked, and she nodded.

"Yes, finally."

He chuckled and exhaled deeply, the motion pushing his chest against her back and shoulders. "They are just excited from Christmas is all," he offered, and she turned her head to give him a look.

"You were the most excited one," she challenged with a smile. "You always are. I think they'd be happy to sleep in till noon, but you're the one who gets them up early."

"Hey," Booth shrugged. "It's Christmas. You're supposed to get up early and see if Santa ate his cookies and freak out at the amount of gifts under the tree…"

Brennan laughed and turned in his arms until she was facing him. She traced her fingers over the lapels of his new flannel pajamas. "They don't believe in Santa—they haven't for years."

"Shhh!" Booth placed a fingertip against her lips. "He'll hear you!" he hissed.

She laughed again and wrapped her fingers around his wrist, pulling his hand away in time for him to swoop down and kiss her. He kissed her again and let his lips linger against hers as he smoothed his hand over her back. "Thanks for indulging me and my Christmas spirit," he smiled, and she did too, her eyes twinkling to match his.

"You're welcome. But I do have one more gift for you, Mr. Booth," Brennan placed both of her palms on his chest and gently pushed him toward their bed.

"Oh yeah?" he murmured, moving easily under her encouragement. Walking backward, he lost his balance when the backs of his knees hit their bed. He fell back, but caught himself with his hands and at least remained seated. "Lead the way, Mrs. Booth."

She shot him a glare of disdain. "I distinctly recall telling you not call me that."

"Ah, ah, ah," he waved a finger in her face. "I distinctly recall you being tipsy on our wedding night and telling me I was allowed to call you that once per year, AND once on Christmas" he insisted.

"Well," she frowned, but had to concede that he'd swept in during a vulnerable moment and presented those terms. Her frown lost the battle to a smile, and he laughed. "You've used up your allotment for today."

"Fair enough…" he teased, staring up at her with happy eyes.

A smile curved up one side of his mouth when Brennan stood before him, positioning herself between her legs. He watched with admiration when she began to loosen the front buttons of her own Christmas pajamas. Booth expected the usual miles of soft, creamy skin, and his fingers itched to peel the rest of her clothes, and his, away until they were nothing but skin on skin.

But when her top fell to the ground, he gasped. The iciest, palest, laciest blue strapless bra he'd ever seen was covering about half of her curves. His eyes widened as he traced the way it lacily became some sort of corset thing, and he lost track of his eyes, leaning forward so far, as if he could look further past the waistband of her pants, that his head bumped against her stomach. She laughed and gently pushed him back. "There's more," she teased, hooking her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her pants. "But first…you must answer the question you asked this morning. Have you been good this year?"

His jaw flexed and his eyes narrowed and instead of sitting back up, he laid on his back, his hands open at his sides. "Yeah," his voice was low and deep. "I've been very good," he sensually promised, his gaze dipping down to her stomach. When she lowered the waistband enough for him to see a sexy garter belt, his fingers turned to fists. "Damn good," he insisted, his tongue automatically slipping out between his lips.

"Hmmm," she pretended to consider. "I'm glad to hear it. You should be good. But…" she turned around and pulled her pants down farther to reveal just the top edge of a matching pale blue thong. "What if I don't want good?" she murmured before turning around and facing him again. Their eyes met and his eyebrow arched in question.

"What…" she leaned over, giving him the perfect view of all of her curves. "If I want you to be bad?" Her finger traced from his neck to his belly button, skimming over the buttons of his pajama shirt. She used her entire hand on his lower stomach before moving further and cupping his hardening shaft through his pants. She stroked him once, twice, and by the third stroke, he was straining against her hand, threatening to pop the button on his pants. Booth grabbed her wrist and then pulled her onto the bed with him, flipping her beneath him and kissing her hard. He smiled and hooked his thumbs in her pajama pants, pulling them all the way off. When she laughed, he did too before moving off of her to stand at the side of their bed.

Booth quickly stripped out of his clothes, and then put his hands on his hips. "I can be good and bad at the same time, baby," he bragged.

Brennan lounged on her back, and she rather thought he was very adorable, making declarations while his cock was pointing straight to his chin. She crooked her finger in his direction, smiling when he got into bed with her and rested on his side. She did the same until they were facing one another. Booth palmed her bare thigh and moved it over his hips, bringing her closer to him. She murmured and traced her fingers over his bare chest, enjoying the way his muscles were warm and hard beneath her hands.

Booth ran his fingertips along the top edge of her bra, and when her nipple hardened and popped over the material against his finger, he smiled, waggled his eyebrows and sank lower to pull her into his mouth. Brennan moaned lightly and wove her fingers through his hair as he gently suckled her. "That feels good," she arched into his touch and pulled her bra further down her body to encourage him to kiss her other breast too.

Booth did, and she moaned, but when she arched up to reach behind her to loosen the material, he stopped her. "Oh no, Bones." He gently pushed her down to the mattress. "I want to open my gift myself," he insisted.

"Very well," she agreed, lifting her arms above her head in invitation.

He started at her neck, kissing her gently before trailing his lips down to the center of his chest. He cupped her breasts and sucked her nipples into his mouth for several minutes before letting his fingers work on the small hooks on her corset. After peeling the lacy material away from her body, he placed his palms on her stomach and stroked her soft skin, enjoying the way she arched beneath his touch and mouth.

"Booth," she whispered, impatience lacing her tone. He smiled against her belly and moved downward, hooking his teeth in the strip of fabric that made up the top of her thong. Teasingly, he lowered it further and further down his thighs before rising up to his knees and ripping the underwear completely from her body.

"Oh," she rotated her hips toward him. "That's a…very interesting way to treat your gift, Booth."

Booth shook his head and skimmed his fingers over her knees, sliding them apart to make more room for himself. "No…that's not my gift," he murmured, rubbing one index finger over the softness of the skin between her thighs. "This is my gift, right here," he used two fingers to test her readiness. "That was just the wrapping, and everyone knows you can rip the wrapping," he punctuated the last three words with little taps on her clit.

"Hmmm, expensive wrapping," she commented, enjoying his touch.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, sliding smoothly between her thighs. He kept the garter belt on her, fingering it gently as he shifted to line himself up to her opening. "Well, it might be expensive, but the gift is priceless."

He slid into her and she chuckled and groaned at the same time.

Booth captured the sound by pressing his mouth to hers, and then he moved to his side, pulling her along with him to her side. She slid her leg over his hips and rocked toward him, and he kissed her as he pushed into her over and over.

Their rhythm quickly matched up, years of synchronization and happiness making it almost too easy. She curled her fingers against his bare chest and then around his neck into his hair, and he rubbed her back before palming her bare bottom.

She knew the moment he was going to come, and she teased him by stroking her tongue against his. He groaned and nipped at her lips, tugging her closer as he pulsed inside her. His orgasm triggered hers, and she sweetly gripped him as he moved into her in slow thrusts until they were both spent.

"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed, pressing a soft and satisfied kiss against his shoulder.

"Yeah," his sigh matched hers and when she fell to her back, he fell forward, letting his arms rest on the bed beside her shoulders. He stared down at her, and she noticed the same expression on his face that he'd had when she'd entered their bedroom and he'd been so entranced by the snowy night outside.

She felt warmed in contrast, safe in his affections and confident that he knew she felt the same about him and their life together.

"I loved my gift, Mrs. Booth," he teased as he helped her out of the garter belt, and she flicked his bicep when he rose back up to lay beside her.

"Booth," she complained, her voice still soft with satisfaction.

He just laughed and pulled her close before flicking off the side table light. "Hey, it's Christmas…" he reasoned, and she groaned and kissed him.

-b&b-