Hello! Well, here we are, another 24 hours before the day of the end of a Bones hiatus. Okay, I think that sentence makes sense! I'm hoping to post each hour today, but like always, please forgive me if I miss a couple of them.
These one-shots are only inspired by the names of drinks-most won't have the drinks in the stories at all. But, for fun, I've included the recipe for each one at the end of each post.
I also want to give a quick shout-out to Sleepless in Atlanta, who had the idea in the first place and helped me muse and come up with 24 different B&B related cocktail drinks. Cheers!
And now, on with the smut! :D
Booth held his breath as he closed the nursery door. He knew Brennan would be annoyed with him if she knew he was watching their daughter again. Not so much annoyed that he was fascinated with her—more that he tended to wake her up, which meant Brennan had to wake up.
He smiled and paused outside the door, pressing his ear close to it, satisfied when he only heard silence. He quietly made his way to his bedroom and once there, also took time to lean in the doorway and watch Brennan for a moment. He had told her once that he just couldn't resist how cute their daughter was, but the truth of the matter was that there were moments he honestly couldn't believe everything was true. He believed in fate and karma and doing the right thing. But to have a new home with a family was not beyond what he'd hoped for, but certainly beyond what he'd expected to come his way.
He smiled once again and got into bed, murmuring softly when Brennan instinctively moved closer to him. But when she blinked her eyes open and smiled at him, his eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Did I wake you up? I'm sorry," he said.
"No," she placed a hand on his chest. "I was already awake." The usual knowing smile on her face was softened by sleep, but he still chuckled at being found out.
"Aw, Bones, I couldn't help it."
"I know," she interrupted before he continued. "She is truly fascinating."
"It's not just that," he murmured as he wrapped his arm around Brennan and pulled her closer.
Her fingers slipped beneath his t-shirt, softly pressing against his skin. "I know," she repeated and gently ran her thumbs beneath the waistband of his pants. Booth's fingers tightened for a fraction of a second before he moved, easily sliding her beneath him so he could peel her nightgown from her body. His hands landed on her hips, and he reverently ran his thumbs over her soft skin.
"Booth," she whispered, and his eyes caught hers. He smiled and rolled to his back to shove his shirt and pants off. Brennan turned toward him and when he rose to his side, he hooked one of her thighs up and over his. His large palms spanned her back as he situated himself and slowly entered her in one long, smooth stroke.
Her neck arched gracefully and her fingers pushed into his chest and shoulders as she met his deep rhythm. Over and over, he rocked into her as she wrapped her arms around his neck and clasped him tightly with her internal muscles. He hitched her leg higher and concentrated on short strokes while buried deep inside her. It wasn't long before she was panting in his ear and clenching down on him. Booth paused as she came and then caught her hips in his hands and thrust in and out of her until his eyes squeezed shut and he poured himself into her.
He opened his eyes and saw her lazily smiling at him. Smiling himself, he leaned toward her and pressed his mouth against hers. At the feel of her lips, he realized he hadn't kissed her all night. She smiled against his mouth and pulled back.
"Goodnight, Booth," she sighed and closed her eyes.
He watched her for a moment, still wrapped in the hazy pleasure of being with her, before he closed his eyes. "Goodnight, Bones."
4 oz Champagne
1 splash Campari
1 cube Sugar
1 drop Angostura Bitter
Put one drop of Angostura Bitter on sugar cube and drop in flute. Add champagne and splash of Campari.