A/N: Hello to all!! I hope everyone is doing well and having a great week so far. So I was supposed to be working on another assignment when a little plot bunny popped into my head and wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote this down. Please excuse any and all grammar/spelling mistakes that both my computer and I missed. And I highly recommend listening to the song "One More Night" by Stars, as it was the inspiration for this story.

Disclaimer: Bones is the best show but sadly I do not nor will I ever own Bones, but a girl can dream and in my dreams there is Booth and me on a deserted island…enough said ;)

And now on with the show! Enjoy and let me know what you think:)

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It's two a.m. when Booth hears a pounding on the door which wakes him from his slumber. Blindly stumbling through the hallway, he doesn't bother turning on the lights as he makes his way to the door. At two a.m. he is too tired to even think of bringing his gun with him for protection.

The closer he gets, the louder the banging, that is until he unlocks the door and pulls it open revealing a dripping wet Brennan on the other side of it. Her hair is plastered to her scalp and a few tendrils of wet curls are falling into her face. Her clothes are soaked and hug her curves as her body lets out a strong surge of trembles. Booth takes in her appearance in seconds, but what makes him stop and freezes the blood in his veins, is the utterly lost and wild look in her deep blue eyes. Her eyes reflect a clouded over sky before the storm hits.

"Bones?" he manages to rasp out after a minute or two. She doesn't respond, just stands there shaking. He reaches out grasping her by her forearm and brings her in from the dark and stormy night.

And once he shuts the door behind her the real storm begins. Booth pulls Brennan in a hug and runs his fingers through her silky wet curls and right there in his arms she breaks. She grasps onto his tee shirt and bunches it up in her fists, pulling him as close to her as he can be. She doesn't want to think, all she wants is to melt into his flesh and burrow herself under his skin becoming one with him so that she won't feel anymore.

As Booth holds on to her with equal ferocity he notices that her tremors have not subsided. He breaks away from her only to grasp on to her hand and interlock it with his, as he leads her down the hallway to his bed room in search of warm and dry clothes for her to put on.

Upon reaching his bedroom she can't help but glance at the unmade bed and the tousled sheets that are splayed every which way. He steps in front of her line of vision and places her on the bed so that she is sitting on the edge of it while he looks for something for her to wear. Coming up with an oversized tee shirt and a pair of his boxers he hands them over to her to put on and turns to leave when he feels a slight pressure on his wrist. He stops moving and turns to her as she stands from the bed and looks into her eyes. Silently she asks for his help and he cannot help but to come to her rescue. She turns around as he brushes her wet hair over her one shoulder, causing a shiver to run over her body and his for that matter, as his hands make their way to the zipper on her dress.

Slowly pulling the zipper down her back, he cannot help the gasp that escapes his lips at her beautiful porcelain skin. He reaches out an unsure hand and begins to caress the newly revealed skin on her lower back – his spot. But as soon as his fingers make contact with her skin he recoils as if he has been burned, unaware that Brennan has been watching his movements from over her shoulder. She then fully turns to face him as she steps out of her dress, neither of them pay attention as it slips to the floor unheard and unnoticed.

Then it is just the two of them in that moment staring into the depths of one another. Raw. Naked. Real. They say in the movies that before the climatic moment time seems to slow down and you have a moment of clarity. All you can see it the other person in a foggy pinkish light. But in reality time did not slow and there was no moment of clarity; there was just Booth and Brennan standing in the darkened room, lit only by the alarm clock in the corner, as they reached out toward one another and enveloped one another in a lover's embrace.

It was nothing like the tentative and tender kiss in Brennan's office at Christmas, this one was raw and exposed, as mouths tried to conquer one another and tongues dueled in an epic battle for dominance. Meanwhile, hands grasped and ran over one another's bodies, marking the uncharted territory to memory and making the other's their own.

Both broke off the kiss when oxygen was deemed a necessity. But contact was not lost between them as Booth pushed Brennan up against the nearest wall and savagely began to nip his way down her neck, only to ease the stinging sensation with a swipe from his tongue, as it darted out to taste the mixture of her wet and salty skin. Brennan leaned her head back in to the wall to give Booth better access to a particular sensitive spot on the hollow of her collarbone, as she sunk her fingers further into his hair. Before roughly bringing his lips back up to hers, Brennan's hands slipped underneath his tee shirt. As she did she felt him flinch slightly when her cold fingers hit his hot skin, and she ran her fingers lightly over her stomach muscles up to his chest before they found their way to his back. It was only when her bra was unfastened that her fingers sunk into his flesh as she let out a moan and dragged her fingernails over his back creating small indentations in their wake.

Needing more, she moved her hands to the ends of his tee shirt and in one quick swoop pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the floor, where it joined their quickly accumulating clothing pile. Now that more skin was exposed for the both of them to explore, their hands began to have a mind of their own as they ran rapidly over each other's exposed torsos. After one tantalizingly oxygen depriving kiss, Booth dropped to his knees as he and placed a tender kiss above Brennan's belly button before glancing up at her eyes. Looking down at Booth, Brennan allowed her fingers to continue to entwine themselves in his hair. They locked eyes and were completed by the tenderness and care that they saw in the other's eyes. It was the eye of the storm.

Booth reached up and wrapped his arms around Brennan's waist as he brought her down to him. Both were fully intent on making the most of this one night as their bodies throbbed against one another, pushing each other to their peak and then riding on the waves of ecstasy. The dawn would break on the new day soon enough, but for tonight it was about Brennan becoming one with him, and Booth making her his for just one more night.