[Maybe. Maybe Booth has a point about making love. Even if Brennan cannot say for certain if that is what they are doing right now, she knows it's something more than just sex. It's never felt this tender despite the rough passion of their kisses, it's never felt this important, or made her this happy.
But the more she considers it, the more she knows that calling what they're doing anything but making love. She shivers as goosebumps run down her arm and she looks down at him for reassurance. Her lips quirk into a small grin as she watches him and leans on one arm to trace his clavicle inward to the hollow of his neck with the other hand. His skin is smooth, just as she always imagined it to be at her touch.
And his mouth - when that mouth closes around her nipple, she can't help vocalizing his name with a happy cry as she shivers all over again, grinding herself harder against his burgeoning erection.]
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But the more she considers it, the more she knows that calling what they're doing anything but making love. She shivers as goosebumps run down her arm and she looks down at him for reassurance. Her lips quirk into a small grin as she watches him and leans on one arm to trace his clavicle inward to the hollow of his neck with the other hand. His skin is smooth, just as she always imagined it to be at her touch.
And his mouth - when that mouth closes around her nipple, she can't help vocalizing his name with a happy cry as she shivers all over again, grinding herself harder against his burgeoning erection.]