Thank you for the ongoing response to this story. I do break now and again to write other story ideas, but this one is a pleasure to come back to often. I hope you enjoy this new chapter. Gregg.

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

Booth was standing in the middle of the living room with his jaw on the floor. Bones was in front of him wearing nothing but a lab coat which was unbuttoned giving him a totally HOT view of her nude body. The slight swell of her abdomen was absolutely beautiful in his opinion, and while he was sure she would come at him with all sorts of anthropological stuff about why he thought her increasing size was a thing of beauty, he was going to simply go with it. It would save him a lot of headaches that way.

"What does this remind you of?" Bones asked as she stepped behind him and carefully removed his suit coat and placed it carefully on the couch.

Oh my God! He was in heaven as he recalled instantly what she was doing. "Collecting evidence, Bones?" he asked, his voice cracking a bit.

"Very good," she said as she moved in front of him, slowly loosening the tie. "And I'd assume you won't be naming Saints this time, will you?"

"Never worked anyway when it came to you," he told her, his breath hitching as she slid the tie through his collar.

"Are you saying I am more powerful than the Saints?" she questioned, an amused raise of one brow added in..

"I'll plead the Fifth on that one, Bones," he told her, knowing he'd be in confession the next day over the faux pas on the whole naming Saints issue.

"Well this time, we won't be interrupted at critical moments," she informed him, unbuttoning his white dress shirt carefully. She slid her hands inside and ran them along the planes of his perfectly symmetrical chest. His pectorals were nicely muscled and felt strong and inviting under her hands.

"I'll shoot anyone who does," Booth declared firmly. No way was he going to miss out on this treat! Especially not after a couple of weeks of no evening nookie!

"I think I see some more evidence in your hair," she commented, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she looked up at him.

"No, no!" he said instantly. "I've had enough hair removed for one lifetime, and Junior and the Boys are finally recovered from the horror! My hair will remain on my highly evolved body of perfection!"

Smiling, she leaned her head forward and ran her tongue around his right nipple, nipping as she worked her way to the other side, giving it the same attention as the other one. She felt a shudder of her own as she felt him shiver with arousal as she worked her wicked way with him. Now this is what she should have done a couple of years before when she was stripping off his clothes to gather that evidence. The clean lines and masculine scent that emanated from him was so deeply arousing that she felt the telltale signs of an imminent orgasm building inside of her. She knew the pregnancy hormones were partially responsible, but she wasn't about to spoil the sensations thinking about the science of it all.

"New way of collecting evidence, Bones?" Booth said in a gasp. He was incredibly turned on right then, and her lips and tongue along his chest was making him ache with desire.

"Taste is an accepted method of identification in some circumstances," she told him, grinning at the trouble he was at managing to remain coherent. "And you taste delicious," she informed him, giving his nipple another quick nip before removing her hands and moving behind him.

Bones pulled his shirt down slowly from behind revealing his muscled back to her gaze. The musculature rippled as it was freed from constraint. She leaned forward and kissed the heated skin right between his clavicles. "So perfect," she murmured. "And tasty," she added, running her tongue along his skin. "So masculine," she continued.

Booth was making a note of all the incredible things Bones was doing to him as he was going to make sure that once round one was over with, assuming no sickness returned, he would return the favor. He was also going to send Sam Cullen a thank you card. The man had awesome timing for giving someone the rest of the day off!

Bones trailed a finger just under the waistband of Booth's pants and teased him with it as she circled back around to stand in front of him, a smirk on her lips as she made note of his tenting pants front. That was what she was hoping to see. She unbuckled and slid the belt through the loops, and then unfastened the pants and unzipped them.

"Still don't need the names of Saints?" she questioned with a wink.

"Not unless I want to take care of Junior with a solo routine," he told her with gritted teeth. She hadn't even touched him down there yet and he was already about to lose it! He looked down on her nude body. "And I most definitely don't!"

Bones knelt down in front of him as she slid his pants and boxers down, revealing his long, thick erection. She grasped it and stroked it firmly, committing it's feel to memory once again. She cold tell how close he was to the edge, and it made her feel incredible. She was getting wet just thinking about sinking down on him and riding him to a powerful orgasm. But first things first. Leaning forward a bit, while inhaling his musky scent, she took him in hr mouth and began to bob her head back and forth letting her lips and tongue show him how much she enjoyed being with him. She smirked with him still in her mouth when she felt his hands weave into her hair. Not demanding or pressuring, but just laying on her head. It told her how much he was enjoying what she was doing. Besides the obvious, of course. But she wanted him somewhere else before he lost it. Pulling back, she let him slip from her mouth and she stood up, pulling him down for a deep kiss, grinding her self against him, the slight bulge to her abdomen providing another pleasurable contact point.

"Bones," Booth pleaded. He was so close it wasn't funny.

Bones pushed him back and he ended up on the couch, slumped back, his cock standing erect and ready. His eyes widened as he saw her looking at him with pure lust in her eyes. Damn she was HOT!

Bones climbed on the couch and straddled his hips, reaching between them and lining him up with her entrance. Smiling down wickedly, she sank down, her eyes fluttering as she felt him penetrate her, stretching her so wonderfully, and filling her completely. Her inner muscles spasmed like always when he was first inside of her.

"Oh, God!" Booth said as the sensations washed over him.

Bones chuckled. "No, just me," she told him as she steadily raised and lowered herself on him, enjoying how the movement created the most delicious friction inside of her. "Now just relax and enjoy," she told him. She moaned as she felt her orgasm creeping up on her faster than she had expected, even given how aroused she was. She sped up the pace. Taking his hands in her she placed them on her breasts and squeezed, showing him how much pressure given how sensitive they were now. Her moans increased as he matched her technique.

Booth was nearly delirious with pleasure. The only bad side was that he was slouched so low that he had no purchase, so all the work was being done by Bones. Not that he minded so much, but he wasn't completely comfortable with her doing all the work with her being pregnant. That is if you could call sex work. It was more like absolute paradise and pure pleasure, but energy was exerted and Bones was pregnant. He made a mental note to keep such thoughts to himself or he'd wind up sexless for some time and the recipient of numerous lectures about how women had dealt with pregnancies for all time. Not fun.

Bones could feel it coming, and looked down and saw that wonderfully glazed look in Booth's eyes when he was about to cum. She sped up her movements even more and then just as she was about to encourage him a bit her own orgasm exploded and she screamed his name as her body spasmed and shuddered as the wave crashed over her, her inner muscles pulsing wildly. She felt Booth let loose at that moment, too, and loved the feel of his hot cum flooding into her in rapid spurts, soothing the sensitive tissues as she slowly rode out her orgasm and milked him through his. She fell forward, and chuckled when Booth slid off the couch and settled on the floor, still fully embedded within her while she continued to straddle his lap.

Leaning her head up she kissed him languidly, lazily exploring his mouth with her tongue. Then she moved along his jaw and to his neck, nibbling and kissing her way over the expanse of delicious skin.

"That was wonderful," she told him, still trying to catch her breath. "I've missed that."

"Me, too," he told her as he held her tightly to him.

"I hate to move, but I need to get cleaned up," she said regretfully. "Meet me in bed for some more fun?" she asked with a raise of her brow.

Booth chuckled. "You're insatiable, Bones," he told her.

"Just wait until the baby's born and I'm back at my optimum body index and physical shape," she told him as she stood up and rushed to the bathroom.

"She's even more insatiable?" he questioned incredulously. He decided to ask Father Mitch if there were any Saints for sexual stamina. He had a feeling he was going to need a bit of divine help to keep up with Bones over the long haul. He smiled. But what a way to live! He got up and followed her into the bedroom.

A/N: There's the scene. I hope you enjoyed it, and the redo of the gathering evidence scene that we all thought was not nearly enough when it aired a couple of years ago. Gregg.