Author's note: This is a Brennan/Hodgins kida pairing, I mean kinda because they don't fall for each other, they just have a one night (or in this case one weekend) stand, Brennan still loves Booth and Hodgins is still crazy for Angela. The only reason I wrote this is because the stories with this particular pairing are too scarce and since I'm writing one I'm going all the way. it is wrong for them to be together and they know it, I think that is part of the appeal.

By Monday morning.

He knew it was wrong, he knew that she belonged in the arms of another man and that he was still in love with another woman, nonetheless he only felt bliss when he woke up that morning and saw her beautiful naked form by his side. The Egyptian cotton sheets travelled down her luscious curves and moved slightly with her breathing, the auburn curls of her silky hair covered her face revealing only her pink lips.

He wanted to touch the perfect alabaster skin but he feared that when she woke up she would realize the mistake she made and run away, he wouldn't be surprised if she chose to beat the shit out of him, she was more then able to do that.

Instead she opened her eyes and smiled at him, he couldn't help smiling back.

-"It was a very satisfying encounter Jack"- there was a little hesitation in her voice when she called him by his name.

-"I agree Temperance"- he said softly

-"We shouldn't repeat this though. even when logically speaking we did nothing wrong, after all we are both single, yet if this situation became public Angela might see a conflict of interests and I don't want to hurt her feelings"- she was speaking like the cold professional he knew at the lab, much different form the musical moans and desperate pleas he heard last night.

-"I know, we should keep it a secret but I need to ask you a favour"-

-"What is it?"-

-"If I can only have you once let's make it a weekend instead of just one night, it's Saturday morning. Lets get this out of our systems and by Monday I promise I will act as if nothing had happened, no one has to know"-

-"Why? Why an entire weekend?"-

He knew how pathetic he would sound when he told her, but the reason he needed her that particular moment was probably the same as why they slept together in the first place.

-"For one weekend I want to pretend I'm with you, that I share my life with a wonderful person and that I'm not alone"- he saw her with pleading blue eyes, the sorrow in them broke her hart.

She sighed, got herself out of bed and headed towards the bathroom showing Jack a full view of her flawless backside. Once inside she opened the shower and allowed the warm water to clear the fog on her brain. She knew it was rude not to give Hodgins and answer but he probably understood she needed a little time to think.

In spite of always defending the truth temperance chose to lie herself, it was easier to pretend that she spent the night with her co worker only because she had too many drinks.

Last night she was supposed to meet Booth in a bar nearby the lab, before she got there he called her and said Rebecca was stuck in a traffic jam and needed Booth to pick up Parker from his Tae-kwon-do class. Since she was a few blocks away from the place already she chose to go anyway.

Inside of the bar she found Hodgins nursing a beer bottle, he noticed her and gave her a friendly smile. She sat by his side and asked for a cup of red wine.

At first they spoke of random things at work and typical pleasantries but somehow by the end of the evening they spoke of their personal lives, he told her how alone he felt at night since Angela was gone, she tried to comfort him without success. Brennan was never good with counselling. Instead little by little she begun to open up and express her feelings, that's when she ended up speaking of her own pain. She never actually acknowledged her frustrated relationship with Booth directly but her metaphors were obvious.

It would be too easy and convenient to say that what happened later was caused by the alcohol but the ugly truth was that she only had one glass of wine and he hadn't even finished his beer, the real reason they ended up having sex would always be a mystery for both.

When they left the bar none of them felt like going home alone, she agreed to watch a few movies at his place. What was planned to be an innocent reunion between two colleagues was shredded when she hugged him. It was supposed to be just a friendly gesture of comforting, but he held her tight and refused to let go. The awkward hug turned into an even more awkward kiss and that kiss led to having angry, ruthless sex.

She could still feel his hands all over her body; his hungry mouth had left trails on her skin that still burned as if on fire. He was a passionate lover; her wrists still ached from were he had held them above her head as he thrust inside her body swiftly and with fierce enthusiasm. His pace was hard and she didn't wanted to be any different, she wanted the burn between her legs to melt the cold pain in her heart.

The memories of that feverish night pumped her blood with liquid fire, the worm spray of water that ran trough her heated skin was definitely not helping. Before her the handle of the shower gave her the options, she could turn the water cold in an effort to cool herself and leave Hodgin's house or she could turn the shower off and allow him to take care of the acking pressure on her stomach. Either way what they had together was a secret they would take to their graves.

She huffed frustrated and turned the shower off, he was right they had to get whatever was between them off their systems. She dried herself with a nearby towel, only enough not to drip water all over the thick carpet of Hodgin's luxurious master bedroom. She wrapped the towel around her hair leaving her damp body completely exposed; after all it was nothing he hadn't seen before. Inside the large bed the entomologist waited for her answer. He was boiling on the inside at the sight of her: proud, defiant and judging by the way she liked her lips very aroused

-"I think your premise is right, a weekend together shouldn't make much difference from the night we just had but let me be clear about something, by Monday morning we must pretend none of this ever happened"-

-"I agree Dr Brennan"- he said hoarsely, his mouth was so dry he could even feel desert sand over his tongue.

She pounced into the large bed like a tiger and he awaited her with open arms, once she was on top of him he turned her around and gave her a kiss that was detached and passionate at the same time, she melted below him as his lips descended down the column of her neck, then the soft breasts in which he took the opportunity to gently bite her right nipple while his hands roamed over her flat belly. He left a trail of wet kisses below her belly button until he reached the juncture between her legs, if his lips hadn't been so busy he would have smirked at the helpless moans and screams she emitted, they were clearly audible in spite of the fact that his ears were pressed by her firm inner thighs. His hands travelled trough the white velvet of her skin until they reached her breast, once they did he squeezed them cruelly with his strong fingers. He had done it with enough care not to cause any harm, he knew that near the orgasm a woman's resistance to pain was close to a hundred percent, he also knew she wanted it rough.

She screamed like a wounded animal and convulsed with violence, once her climax subsided he raised himself above her to see her reaction, her pasty completion turned of a lovely pink and her half lidded eyes seemed feline, he had the good doctor right were he wanted her.

She laid limp below him, her body so relaxed she almost seemed to melt into the mattress, which was good for he entered inside of her warm body in one thrust. He pumped in her as hard as his hips allowed him, the woman whose intellect made him feel like the dumb kid of the classroom was now helpless below him, completely at his mercy. As his own climax neared he realized future did not exist for it was just a virtual notion of possibilities while the past was just a vague recollection of memories, only the present was real and in the present a wonderful creature was wakening from her post orgasmic slumber and joined him in the sexual act, her hips matched his powerful rhythm, her lips called his name and her nails dug deep into his back, leaving angry red marks on the clear skin. In that particular moment he knew she wasn't thinking of Booth or anyone else but him. In the present she was his alone in mind, body and soul; to his joy the present was the only thing that mattered

He muffled his own scream of pleasure when he bit her shoulder; the fingers on his back drew blood.

It was almost noon by the time he woke up, she laid by his side sprawled on the large bed, spent by their lovemaking. He tried to wake her up with his kisses, at first she responded nuzzling his shoulder like a cat but then she winced and pushed him away gently with one hand while the other rested on her belly.

-"you okay Tempe?"-

-"I'm fine just a little …"- her stomach gave a loud rumble, cutting her off.

-"Hungry?"- He laughed; she laughed in response when his own stomach did the same. Jack looked at the clock on the bedside table, far too late for breakfast but a little early for lunch.-"Let's get a shower and I'll take you to nice place, it's far from here but it's well worth the trip"-

It had been a long time since she had bathed with someone else, she wished it hadn't for it was quite fun, they lathered each other and got playful with the foam. A few more kisses and they would have gone right to bed but she was a little sore from the previous night and morning, he seemed to have noticed for he gave her a tender massage on the muscles of her back and shoulders. She would never admit it but she missed the human contact you have when in a relationship, the simple affectionate interaction was as pleasurable as the actual intercourse. As a logical woman she was aware that perfection was impossible, especially when it came to human relationships, no matter how much love there was involved. If anything love only made things more chaotic and complicated, that is the reason why she felt so happy right then, the weekend with Hodgins was only a fantasy and as such it could be perfect for it wasn't real in the first place. It could be seemed as an emotional vacation, they could rest from they wrecked non-relationships and pretend they were in a carefree and uncomplicated date for once in their lives.

He was right, the trip to the restaurant was longer than she usually took the trouble to do in order to have lunch, they arrived to a modest yet adorable house in the suburbs that was surrounded by a beautiful garden of wild roses.

-"Is this the place?"- Brennan asked curious, there wasn't even a sign that indicated that place was anything more than a house.

-"Yup, it's called auntie's house. Best home cooking you'll ever taste"- he said with the cheerful smile she hadn't seen on him since Zack had been taken from their lives and thrown in a mental institution.

When they arrived at the door a mechanical buzz appeared from nowhere and the door opened itself. A chubby redheaded woman in her late forties came rushing to salute them, she had an adorable face and friendly eyes, she reached towards Jack and gave him a large hug, for a moment she seemed as if she wanted to raise him from the floor, she would have achieved it if she hadn't been almost half his size.

-"My Jackie Angel! It's been so long I thought you forgot abut aunt Nellie"- She scolded him as only a close relative could while she straightened the collar of his shirt. –"And who is this?"- She said looking at Brennan appraisingly

-"Aunt Nellie this is Dr Temperance Brennan. Tempe this is Nell Jones, she created this restaurant"-

Nellie didn't waste much time with pleasantries, he eyes sparked with pure joy when she looked at them, she pulled on his sleeve as a four year old and asked in a very audible whisper –"A special friend?"- Her smile widened when looking at Brennan

He realized that's what temperance was for him, a good friend that was going beyond the call to help him with his sorrow in a way no other friend could.

-"Yes Nellie, she's a very special friend of mine"- he said proudly

Nellie squealed and jumped a little in her place while clapping her hands, Brennan extended her hand to make a proper introduction. Nellie didn't even noticed that a gave her a hug that could squeeze the air of her lungs, Brennan couldn't help smiling at the woman's candour.

-"Oh but you must be starving, come let's get you seated."-

In the backyard of the house several tables were filled with people already eating, Jack explained her that Nellie had been the cook for his family for years, she had practically raised him. A few years ago he advised her to open her own restaurant and offered to lend her the money she needed. She had refused because she believed that the mass production of food that a restaurant required would turn the art of cooking into a cold business. Together they invented the concept of a house that served actual home cooking, it only allowed a small amount of costumers and getting a table required long reservation lists in spite of the fact that the place was a well kept secret, but the food was well worth all the trouble. Nellie made almost all the dishes herself, only her sister and daughter were allowed to help and the love she placed on those plates showed. Brennan doubted she had ever tasted anything better in her whole life, the sun was high in the sky and the beautiful garden of roses perfumed the air. It was the kind of place you couldn't be unhappy no matter how much you tried.

The delightful lunch was followed by more passionate sex once they arrived to Hodgins house; she went by her apartment first to get a fresh pair of clothes. They agreed to stay at his house because Booth had the habit of bursting into her place without previous notice, if he caught them literally in the act things would get ugly for both.

She woke up from her long nap and found her friend with benefits snoring by her side, she giggled and when she turned to see what time it was her eyes widened. Eleven thirty the alarm watch said, they were late already.

-" Jack! "- She said shaking him to wake him up –"come on, we're gonna be late!"-

The only response he gave her was to throw his right arm around her and spoon with her as a boy with his favourite teddy bear.

-"Jack wake up!"- She laughed when he kept snoring by her side.

Her laughter was replaced by a moan when his mouth landed on her shoulder nibbling its way to her earlobe and from there to the base of her neck, his hands roamed all over her back then reaching her ribcage, at that point they went through separate ways, one stayed in her breast while the other descended arriving at her soft pussy. She grabbed the sheets and shifted her weight so she could lie flat on the mattress. He was on top of her, his hands stroke her clit with slow deep circle motions and she spreaded her legs impatiently, she could feel his erection below the small of her back but he wasn't doing anything about it. The fingers inside of her worked faster and her hips begun to move by their own volition, her voice was rising in pitch and she felt there wasn't enough air in her lungs. He let go of her for a moment so his hands could rest on her legs, he made her knees bend by the sides of her torso, she was curled so only her knees, calves and elbows supported her weight, allowing her hips to get higher while he placed himself behind her kneeling. He entered softly inside of her this time, so torturing slow that made Brennan shiver in frustration, she was expecting the frantic blur of motion he had showed her before, this time nonetheless he wanted to make things more gently. She guessed it had nothing to do with tenderness, he wanted to be in complete control this time, she accepted willingly a position that didn't allow that much movement for he had taken her arms by the forearm and placed them behind her back in a very delicate grip.

He wanted her to feel every part of it, their previous coupling had been so raw that in spite he had no doubt they had been great, the details escaped his memory .He wanted to memorize every gasp and moan, he wanted to carve the delightful shape of her back and the movement of her flexible spine in his brain, and to never forget how delicious she felt and tasted.

–"jack please"- he heard her whine, he had tortured her enough already so his hand snaked from below her stomach and once he reached her clit he begun rubbing it increasing the speed, she bucked wildly and he could only follow her rhythm, the details escaped again as so did his focus, the primal movement of their bodies reached the climax, Temperance was first and the wave of her powerful orgasm was prolonged by the feel of his powerful thrusts, and the warmth she felt inside of her once he came.

Most women like to talk and cuddle after sex; Temperance jumped out of bed, grabbed her evening dress and told her lover.

-"Hurry up Jack; we are very late by now"-

-"What can we do at that club that's more fun that what we do here?"- He said with a chagrin smile while patting the bed.

She gave him a sultry look, he mouth twisted in an impish grin as she zipped the small zipper in the lower back of her dark burgundy dress, her lovely shoulder blades were left exposed.

-"Trust me on this one, you are gonna love it"- she turned showing that her dress not only displayed her back but also and ample part of her cleavage while she tied the ends of the halter top.

How could her resist such a proposition? Truthfully he couldn't resist anything she had to offer, if she gave him a bottle of rat poison and told him to drink it he'll do it in one gulp. When it came to women like that men became the dumbest and most willing slaves on the face of the planet.

It was 00:30 when they stepped into the club, most people said it was Saturday night but Sunday had officially started.