The Moment

A/N: This is sort of a what if? What if Booth and Brennan slept together after Mayhem in the Cross?

FlashBack

Temperance Brennan was sitting at the table when Seeley Booth turned torward her. One of her slender fingers traced the designs around the edge of the plate carefully as she stared solemnly down her glass of wine. She seemed lost in thought.

Booth sighed as he shut and locked his apartment door,leaning back against it and studying Brennan carefully from where he stood. It was obvious tonight had been serious and scary for her. She'd opened the doors she'd tried to keep tightly closed and it was all to help Sweets when she'd saw the scars that marred his back. The young psychiatrist had been right when he'd said that it was so unlike her. She never really liked to open up the old wounds of her past but she had tonight and Booth couldn't help but feel a little bit proud of her. She was opening up,trusting people more. "You okay Bones?" He asked of her. Locking eyes with hers.

She nodded imperceptibly. "I'm fine Booth." She lied softly.

He could see that she so obviously wasn't. Tonight had taken a bigger toll on her than she was letting anyone know. "No. I know you Bones. Okay? I know you. I have for four years and I can see that you aren't fine at all." Booth moved over to the table and fell into the seat next to her,placing his hand on her knee,massaging it gently.

Brennan lifted her eyes to his,shadows at play in them. "I know you know me Booth. Sometimes I think that your the only one who does." She murmured,swallowing back her tears at no prevail. They began pouring down the apples of her cheeks in rivelets.

Booth moved a hand to cup her cheek tenderly,his thumb wiping away her tears gently. He so hated seeing her cry. "I wish I knew their names, I'd love to torture the assholes who did that to you."

She let out a throaty laugh. "Booth...it's fine. I'm over it. It happened seventeen years ago." Her blue-green eyes met his. "I'm over it Booth. I am."

He shook his head and pulled her onto his lip ignoring her squeal as he rested his chin on the top of her head. His hand ran through her silky hair. "Obviously not Bones. Obviously not."

Brennan suddenly lifted her head and Booth was captivated at once by her eyes. Suddenly,she had pressed her soft lips to his,her small hands with the long,elegant fingers framing his face as she turned slightly in his arms to straddle his waist. She melded her body to his.

Booth gasped as he felt her cool hands move underneath the t-shirt he wore moving against his taut stomach and abs. He had no idea what came over himself as he let his hand hand move up her pantyhose covered leg. She was moaning in his mouth and he couldn't help but be turned on by the sounds emitting from her lips. He ripped his lips from hers,knowing he should stop them. She was too vulnerable right now and the last thing Booth wanted was to take advantage of her.

She looked up at him with her pleading,tear-filled eyes as she pressed kisses down the nape of his neck. "Please Booth." She whispered softly against his neck. Her tears dripping off her chin hotly and falling against Booth's skin. Her shaking hands went to the hem of his shirt and tugged at it gently.

The shirt was off of him in a matter of minutes and she was kissing him again,passionatly this time,her tongue stroking and tangling with his own.

"Temperance." Booth said,panting heavily as they parted for air. His ,reassuring brown eyes were clouded with lust and a hint of something Brennan couldn't name.

Brennan met his eyes for a moment before she stood up and slid off her top,standing there in her lacy blue bra,skirt and pantyhose and reaching for his hand.

He let her pull him from his seat and kiss him again,let her loop her fingers in his belt loops and pull him along,walking backwards torwards his bedroom.

She kicked the door open,her hand fluttering to the button of his pants,popping them open.

Booth looked at her again,his hand going to her cheek. "Bones." He swallowed and then said,"Temperance are you sure? If we...if we do this...we just can't go back to the way we were as if this didn't hap----"

He was cut off by Brennan twirling them around and pushing him on the bed.

Moments later,she was straddling him and kissing him hard.

Booth finally let his hands move torwards the zipper on her skirt,fumbling with it for a few moments before pushing it down her long legs.

Her fingers sank into his soft hair as she felt his left hand massage her thigh and his mouth pressing kisses against her bare neck. She threw her head back with a moan,looking very much like some sort of mythical goddess as her silky auburn hair spread out on his pillow. It was like a dream come true for Booth. Here he was in his bed,getting ready to make love to Temperance Brennan the woman who had driven him crazy for the past four years,the one who he'd bickered with,laughed with,and cried with. It felt almost surreal. He never expected that this would happen with them. They'd always been careful not to cross the line that he had drawn almost two years ago and so all their unresolved sexual tension had been left to fester and grow stronger as they became closer to one another.

The next morning,Booth had awakened in bed alone. He'd thought it had been a really intense,life like dream until he smelled the lingering scent of her strawberry shampoo on his pillow. Obviously the night before hadn't meant as much to her as it had for him. After that,they never really spoke of the night again and things between them grew a little bit awkward.

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And now here she was,a month or so later sitting by Booth's bedside at the hospital. Her laptop computer on her lap. Her fingers trailed softly over the keys as she read the words she had just typed. Sighing,her hand hesitated over the enter key. Sighing again,she raised her hand and hit the delete key, Erasing everything she'd just wrote.

That's when she could hear the telltale signs of shuffling sounds coming from the bed.

"..So real." She could hear Seeley Booth mumbling from the bed.

She smiled and shut her computer,happy that her best friend and partner and one time lover was finally awake. She got up from her seat and knelt infront of the bed,fixing her eyes on his handsome face. "Hey." She said with a smile. "You've been in a coma for four days."

He was giving her such a strange look. His brown eyes were searching and it made Brennan feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Who are you?" Booth asked of her.

And all Brennan could do was stare down at him,wondering how he could possibly forget her.

He continued to stare at her. She'd been in his dream as his wife. They'd owned a club called The Lab and at the very end of the dream,she'd told him that she was pregnant. It had all seemed so real that he glanced down at Brennan's hand which rested on the bed and then torwards his own. Their fingers were bare. Somehow the word "friend" didn't fit. He felt that they were so much more than mere friends or partners. They had to be for her to be the first one here to see him when he woke up.

"You don't know who I am?" She asked of him shakily,feeling tears begin to well in her eyes.

That's when Booth realised that she'd mistaken his words. He shot a hand out to catch her tiny wrist when she stood up to press the call button for the nurse.

She stared at him with a furrowed brow and settled back in her chair,looking at him as if he'd grown a second head.

"I know who you are Bones I just don't know WHO you are to me." He said softly,shifting his brown eyes away from her.

"I...I don't know what that means." Brennan answered him carefully. Nervously.

Last Part:What does Booth mean,will he have the courage to say he loves her and that the night they shared meant alot to him?

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