A/N- I'm not much of a writer, so I'm sure my tenses and everything are mixed up, but I did the best I could! This is just one of many ways I think Booth and Brennan could handle things after the Season 8 finale.

Late one evening, Booth stepped into their quiet house. The past few weeks had been tense and awkward. Brennan was distant and closed off, and Booth was worried and obsessed with catching Pelant. He didn't come to bed until after Brennan was asleep, and they rarely touched, and didn't have sex at all. She was almost always gone in the morning when Booth woke up. Booth was worn out, and didn't even know where to start to try and fix things.

Brennan was upstairs just about to put Christine to bed, and since he'd barely seen her, he said hi to Brennan and then took Christine to put her down. When she was asleep, he went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

As he walked in, Brennan was getting a drink. "Hey Bones." He said with a crooked smile.

"Hi Booth." She closed the fridge and leaned against the counter, watching him.

"Bones... are you sure everything's fine?" he finally asked.

She paused before answering. "Of course it is Booth. We've just been busy. That's all." She gave a smile that didn't reach her eyes and went to walk out.

Taking the moment that she at least tried to be happy, Booth stepped to her and kissed her. She didn't stop him, so he put an arm around her and tried to kiss her more deeply. But when his tongue asked permission into her mouth, there was a long moment before she reluctantly opened. He felt a flash of hurt, but ignored it and continued kissing her. When she just passively sat there and didn't respond, he pulled away, embarrassed and hurt, yet knowing that she had every reason to be angry at him.

Not looking her in the eyes, he said softly, "I'm sorry. I'll leave you alone."

As he turned to walk away, Brennan put a hand on his arm. "Booth..."

He didn't respond and disappeared up the stairs. Tears filled her eyes and she sat, unable to stop them. She loved him more than anything, but she felt so betrayed, even though his explanation had been perfectly logical. And she couldn't shake the feeling that he was lying to her. About what, she didn't know.

After a while, exhausted, she went upstairs. Booth was in bed and the lights were off, although she could tell he wasn't asleep. She got ready for bed, and then slipped into her side. The silence was deafening, the gulf between them growing wider every day.

Pushing aside her hurt, she turned to him. Her need for him was stronger, and in the dark, without words, maybe they could pretend they weren't fractured. She kissed him hard, tongue sliding deep into his mouth. She could feel his surprise, but then it was gone, and he was kissing her back just as urgently. One hand cupped her neck, the other one slid down to her butt.

She rolled on top of him, their mouths continuing to battle, the desperation of several weeks consuming them. She pulled off her shirt and bra, and helped him get rid of his own. Her hand pushed under his waistband, and she grasped his erection, pumping him several times. He moaned and bucked into her hand. His thumb circled her nipple, before pinching it and then soothing it gently.

Impatient, Brennan sat up, yanking off his boxers before removing her shorts and panties.

Booth pulled her down, mouth closing over a full breast as she rubbed against him. He could feel how wet she was against the underside of his erection, and got impossibly harder. Releasing her breast, he rolled her underneath him, the head of his cock just touching her entrance. He kissed her again, teasing her by moving against her but not entering her.

"Now, Booth," she demanded in a husky voice. He complied, slipping into her wet heat on a low groan.

Brennan wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him as deep as possible. Though it had been just a few weeks, both were desperate to be as close as possible, and it felt more like months since they had been intimate.

Booth set up a hard, fast pace, slamming into her body. She bucked beneath him, nails digging into his shoulders. "Jesus Christ, Bones." Booth gasped out as she tightened around him, squeezing him hard. He could feel the familiar pressure building at the base of his spine, and urged her to come with him, his fingers rubbing her between them.

As he felt her come undone, he pounded into her without rhythm. He followed her to his own release, flooding into her body, grunting as pleasure overtook him.

When she'd milked him dry, he collapsed on top of her. For a few minutes, the only sound was their heavy breathing, and then Booth lifted off of her and lay on his back. She rolled into his side, unwilling to let go of this moment. "I love you, Booth."

He stroked her hair out of her face and looked down at her. "I love you, too." They kissed lazily for a minute before snuggling down to sleep.

Things weren't fixed between them, but a door had been opened, a first step made. And Brennan wouldn't stop until she figured out what Booth was hiding, and things were made right. She trusted him despite everything, and at least now there was a glimmer of hope. Maybe there was a long road ahead, but they'd make it through. They always had.

I have the second chapter written, but I'm not sure how many I'll write. Depends on if I find more to write lol. Thanks for reading:)