Disclaimer:I don't own Bones. Fox does.

Wow it's been ages. It's been more than awhile but I haven't lost interest in fan fiction or my love for the show. I haven't been posting but that doesn't mean I haven't been reading fics and watching Bones. I still can't believe it's all coming to an end. Just thinking about it makes me sad. Maybe it's me not wanting to say goodbye to a show that has been with me for more than a decade. I won't get too philosophical about it. So I managed to try carve out some time from RL and I'm attempting to start writing and posting again. To those who are waiting for me to complete my 2 other incomplete fics, I need to find my plot bunnies for those again and I'll try to finish them. I must state however that my frequency of posting would be lesser than when I previously wrote, so please bear with me.

So enough rambling for now, here's my attempt at a new fic, some more than 5 years since my last post… here goes nothing. This is set in season 6. This story follows the events after BB climb into bed together in The Hole in the Heart.

It was the morning after. Seeley Booth had been in numerous such situations before and mostly the mornings after were very pleasant. He grimaced mentally remembering the once or twice when it had turned out bad. He desperately hoped this wouldn't be one of them. Images of last night flashed in his mind.

His partner, his Bones had come to him, seeking comfort. He had comforted her in the only way he knew how. Holding her as physically close to him as possible on his bed as she cried into his chest. When her sobbing abated, he had instinctively planted a chaste kiss on her forehead. She had responded by tilting her head toward him, her lips seeking his. When their lips met, Booth thought he literally felt sparks fly. Years of pent up tension and want had exploded in his bed that night and had led to them being in this current situation.

There they lay in his bed, their naked bodies intertwined. She was cocooned against him with her back pressed firmly to his chest. With his arm draped protectively over her slim waist, Booth marvelled at how snuggly her body fitted against his. He felt every breath she took and revelled in how comforting and at the same time exhilarating it was to have her in his arms like that. Tiny tendrils of early morning sun had started to creep past the blinds that covered his bedroom window. It would be time to get up soon. He had a killer to catch. Booth had hardly slept last night, mindful that the man who had taken Vincent's life had broken into his apartment before. Mindful that he needed to protect her, now even more than ever.

His fingers couldn't help but gently trace the outline of her naked body, just because he could. He couldn't believe how amazing her skin felt to touch as he ran his fingers from her shoulder, down her arm and waist, then up the flare of her hips. He stopped where the covers met her skin. Somehow in their sleep, the covers had been pulled to barely cover their legs. Worried that she might be feeling cold, he pulled the covers up over her.

His actions woke her and he began to feel her stir.

Brennan's sleepy mind began to register someone pulling the covers to her shoulders. She opened her eyes, temporarily confused as to why she wasn't in her own bedroom. Her brilliant mind soon recalled the previous day's traumatic events and how she had ended up in Booth's bed. She took a deep breath, smelling the assuring scent of all things Booth. She remembered how he felt, caressing her, kissing her, his rough stubble against her skin, him moving inside her. She couldn't help but smile to herself as her mind registered the fact that she was still in his arms. She turned slowly to face him.

He felt her legs move against his and waited as she slowly turned in his arms to face him. Booth watched as her eyes, puffy from crying, blinked back sleep. Her blue eyes remained open with some clarity after a few seconds and he thought he would never tire of staring into them. He offered her a slight grin, "Hey," his voice a hoarse whisper.

For a moment, she didn't respond and Booth worried for a second that she was regretting their actions last night. A heartbeat later, Booth relaxed as Brennan broke into a shy smile. "Hey," her voice soft.

"Sleep ok?"

"Mmmm… I did." She reached for him, placing her palm on his cheek.

Booth immediately felt his body respond to her as she slid a leg between his, pulling herself closer to him for a kiss. Some things don't change and he felt that spark of electricity course through him as their lips met and tongues explored. He ran a smoothing hand down her back, coming to rest just above her butt. He rolled himself on top of her, not caring if the covers had once again been thrown off in the midst of their passion.

He broke the kiss, intending to plant kisses on her neck just below her ear, an action he learnt last night drove her crazy with want for him.

He was surprised when she stopped him, placing both hands on his chest, gently pushing him away. He worried again that he had done something wrong and was taking their relationship too fast for her. Were they even in a relationship?

Still on top of her, Booth pushed himself up to study Brennan's face. She had a worried expression on her face.

"What's wrong Bones?"

"You have to go get Broadsky."

He rolled off her and sat up in bed. "Yeah."

Brennan sat up, the worry still on her face. "You need to focus. He's a dangerous man. If anything happens to you…" She felt the tears well up in her eyes again.

"Hey, nothing's gonna happen to me okay?"

Brennan held back her tears.

"Look, we're gonna find him and I'm gonna make him pay for what he did to Vincent."

"Booth you shouldn't – "

At the alarmed look on Brennan's face, Booth realised she had misunderstood him. "I mean, I'm gonna arrest him and it's all gonna be over okay? I promise."

Brennan offered him a small nod.

"Why don't you go get ready and I'll fix us a quick breakfast?"

Booth watched as Brennan made her way to his bathroom. He sighed. He had always imagined a morning after with Brennan but never like this. It was all too sombre for his liking. He knew she had previous lovers who simply wanted her for sex and didn't hang around for long. He needed her to know that he was different. That they would be different. He didn't want her to think that he had taken advantage of her vulnerable situation last night, just to get her to sleep with him.

He sighed as he climbed out of bed and pulled on his boxers. All that needed to be addressed but there was a dangerous killer to be caught first.

So there. How'd you all like it? Honestly felt a little rusty as I was typing up this chapter, so do let me know how it was. I'll try to get the next chapter up next week and in the meantime, please review.