A/N: Well here it is. I'm SO sorry it took so long but I didn't really know how to end it. I don't know if this is a satisfying ending, but it's the only one I could be happy with. It was either this or keep writing about Booth and Bones until they're 70. I really want some final reviews on it if you don't mind. Either for just this chapter or the story as a whole. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. So here it is: The Grand Finale.
It was like nothing either of them had felt before. Brennan could feel Booth on top of her, feel just that little bit of weight he was holding back while still pressing his body into hers. Booth could feel her nipples graze his chest, and could feel the softness of her skin. He kissed her as passionately as he could, trying to say everything he felt through it. He was worried that if he stopped, even for a moment, Brennan might come to her senses and realize she was making some mistake, that she belonged with someone else.
His mouth made a trail of kisses along her neck, across her should, and down her left arm. He got to the edge of the cut and could feel the heat that came off of it, just a few degrees warmer than the rest of her skin, like most wounds felt. He placed a set of soft kisses along the cut, all the way to her wrist, barely touching her each time. He held her wrist to his face and breathed her in, as if trying to remember every possible detail in that moment. She moaned softly, drawing his attention back to the rest of her body. His hands made their way over her chest, gently pressing and pulling, making her squirm. "Booth…" she breathed his name into his mouth. It was amazing what she was feeling. Every sense was heightened. Her hands ran patterns over his back, feeling every scar and memorizing them. Her fingers raised goose bumps where they grazed his neck. She felt his hands slide farther down her body, and he breath hitched as he slowly, reverently even, slipped his hand between her legs. Her breath hitched and she pressed herself into him even more. It was all too much for her.
"Booth…now…" was all she could get out. As slowly as he had been taking things, a part of his male psyche knew when to pick up the pace. He paused only long enough to remove his boxers, and then they were completely exposed to each other, completely vulnerable. She trailed her hand along his member and pulled him gently forward. He pressed against her and paused. He looked her dead in the eyes, no fear or apprehension, just pure affection. He was trying to tell her so much in that one look and she understood it all. He took her mouth in his at the same time he plunged into her. She felt as if the whole world had stopped spinning. There was too much: the feeling of his lips on hers, the feeling of him inside of her, the feeling of total and utter happiness. She didn't believe in karma or meditation or anything like that, but in that moment she felt utterly at peace with the rest of the world. Booth hadn't moved again. He was letting her adjust before slowly pulling out. He was almost all the way out before her leaned back in again. His lips never stopped touching some part of her. Every part of him that touched her was electric.
This was what he had always talked about. Brennan finally got it now. So close they were almost one. A miracle. She suddenly had the feeling that she would never be closer to another human being as she was at that moment. It was with that realization that she let out a final groan and came. Fire erupted behind her eyes and her fingers dug into Booth's back. She wanted it to go on forever. It was amplified only by Booth's eruption. He was pressed into her completely, flowing into her with complete abandon. It was this kind of happiness that people would kill for.
As they came down from their peaks, they didn't move, aside from they heavy rise and fall of their chests. Each breath pressed their bodies back into one another. After a minute or so Booth finally pulled out and rolled beside her. His hands never came away from her body. He thought she'd never looked more beautiful. Her hair was splayed wildly in cascades around her face. Her clear blue eyes stared into his, with no pause or thought. Her body covered with a gleam of sweat, making her sparkle in the light beside them. It was she that spoke first,
"That was…" she couldn't seem to formulate a full sentence.
"Yeah," Booth concurred. He paused for a minute, as if picking out the words he was going to use next, "I keep waiting for it all to come crashing down you know?"
"Actually I don't," she replied.
"I either expect to wake up from one of the greatest and most realistic dreams off all time, or for you to jump up and leave. Or maybe to start saying it was a mistake, and that you regret it and never want to let it happen again. I don't know which would be worse: to have you and lose you or to have never had you in the first place." There was total honesty in his voice. They were in that place that all couples know. Surrounded by this after sex glow, when you are completely at ease with each other and the rest of the world. You can say anything and believe that it will be alright.
Her hands were tracing light patterns across his chest.
"I know what you mean," she finally replied, "Half of me wants to go back and pretend that never happened, so that nothing would have to change. But the much more vocal half of me knows that going back to before would never be as good as this. I like this."
"So do I," Booth concurred, enjoying the feeling of her hands on him. He took her hand in his and held it over his heart. "So what do we do?" The question made Brennan pause.
"Well…" she started, "I guess that we fall asleep knowing that the other one will be here when we wake up, and then we face whatever we have to. We can't go back to before, not even if we wanted to. We just have to face it together."
"Sounds…logical. I like it." Booth let a smile spread across his face. "I like you."
"Good," replied Brennan, "Because I think I like you too." Their hands were still clasped together when they fell asleep.