Making Love

Summary: Bones does some thinking and eventually comes to a conclusion. Post Death in the Saddle. BB.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of it.

Temperance walked into her apartment after leaving the Royal Diner with Booth. She couldn't get their conversation out of her head. Well, a specific part of their conversation.

Booth had been right when it came to making love and pony play being crappy sex. That wasn't the part that was bothering her.

What bothered her was that she had never experienced the whole 'being one' thing he mentioned.

After taking a shower, Brennan settled on her couch with a glass of wine, her cell phone beside her. Had she ever even made love with someone? She knew she had sex…but making love?

Her head was starting to spin and it wasn't from the alcohol.

She picked up her cell phone and dialed her best friend's number. It rang a few times before Angela answered it.

"Sweetie, now isn't the time to talk."

"Is there a difference between having sex and making love?"

Angela almost immediately shoved Hodgins away from her before sitting up. "Do I want to know why you're asking me that?"

"Booth and I had a discussion about it. He talked about how the right connection can lead to two people becoming one." Temperance fidgeted a bit and sipped on her wine. "I don't think I've ever 'become one' with someone before."

"Well, based on what you've told me, according to Booth's argument you haven't met the right person." Angela smirked. "Or maybe you have and you're just oblivious to it." She glanced at her fiancé and smiled. "You'll know when you do, but you have to let your guard down. Open your mind to the possibility that science can't explain everything."

"You're talking about Booth, aren't you?"

"I didn't say that, sweetie. You did. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

And with that, Angela ended the call.

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Science can't explain everything.

Making love.

The right connection.

Booth.

So many words. So many phrases. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't turn off her mind. It kept spinning and spinning. She tossed and she turned in her bed until the sun began to peek over the horizon. Letting out a frustrated groan, she grabbed her cell phone and dialed his number.

"Bones, it's 6:30 in the morning…"

"Were you hinting at something last night?"

"Excuse me?"

"Our conversation."

"You mean the argument I won?"

Temperance rolled her eyes. "Yes. Did you have a secret meaning behind it?"

"Couldn't this have waited until a more decent time?"

"I haven't slept all night."

There was a long pause on the other line and Temperance could hear shuffling in the background.

"Bones, this could lead to something neither of us are ready for."

"I've never 'become one' with someone before. Not the way you talked about. I guess…I guess I didn't let my guard down to get to that point with someone." She took a deep breath. "I want to experience something like that with someone else." She was shaking slightly and she took another deep breath to calm herself. Why was she so nervous about this?

"One step at a time, Temperance." His voice was soft and gentle. "It doesn't happen overnight."

"This has been going on for a while. You know that Booth."

"Sleep deprivation really plays a number on you, doesn't it Bones?"

A tiny smile flickered across her lips. "I'm letting my guard down, and it's not because I'm sleep deprived."

"Why are you letting your guard down then?"

"You're going to make me say it?"

"Damn right."

She sighed and sat up, bringing her knees up to her chest. "Because I think we have a connection. The right kind of connection that some people look for their entire lives."

"You know what Bones? I think you're right."

A/N: I had to. I couldn't help myself. I sat here for 2 ½ hours after the episode ended and played with the idea.

I don't remember Booth's entire reply, but I did remember small parts about it. So pardon me if I twisted it a little. Oh well.

Not proofread. This is my 'write it and post it' kind of fic.