I started writing this story ages ago and never got around to finishing it until now. In fact, it turned out completely different from my original idea but I like it a lot. It's very different to stories I normally write but I think you'll like it too.

Booth's hands move up her arms, coming to a rest at the base of her neck. Brennan stares into his eyes with a mixture of fear and excitement. Booth is making the move on her she felt he had been going to for some time and her whole body is tingling. He leans in and captures her lips, kissing her gently. His hands slide up, one settling on her cheek, the other cradling the back of her head. He pulls her body flush against his and deepens the kiss, parting her lips a little. Brennan knows this isn't a good idea; the line had been drawn. But she can't resist him, especially when he moves his kisses to her neck. A soft moan escapes her lips and Booth takes this as a sign that she likes what he was doing. Wrapping his arms around her back, he lifts her off her feet and carries her towards the bedroom…

Brennan wakes with a start, her body pulsating and her mind running away with her. She snaps her head around to look at the empty space on the bed beside her, both thankful that it was a dream but also feeling a little empty that it was just a dream. Burying her head in her hands, she rubs her face then looks at the alarm clock beside her bed. It is only 4.45am; far too early to be going to work. Brennan flops back down on the bed and turns onto her side. She closes her eyes and wills a dreamless sleep to come so she can be fresh for work in the morning.

xxxx

Brennan is hard at work in her office when Booth strolls in, a bright smile on his face.

"Morning Bones." He greets her. Brennan's head snaps up and she stares at him, her mind filled with images from her dream last night. His hands on her hips, his kisses on her neck, his scent, his husky voice…Snap out of it Brennan she scolds herself. As she fights with herself, she doesn't realise that she has been staring at Booth until he speaks again.

"Have I got something on my face?" he asks.

"Hmm, what?" Brennan asks.

"You were staring."

"I wasn't staring."

"Yes, you were." Booth sidles over to her desk. "Thinking about me again?" he asks cheekily.

"I was not thinking about you." Brennan denies. "I was thinking about…other things." She sounds flustered.

"Well, whatever you were thinking about, you need to forget it. We have work to do."

"I'll get my things." Brennan rises to her feet and grabs her back from under the desk. Booth watches as she fumbles with her cell trying to put it in her bag.

"Bones, is something up?" he asks, both his face and his voice showing concern.

"No, nothing is 'up'." She responds.

"Are you sure, you don't quite seem yourself this morning."

"I'm no less myself than normal."

"Okay Bones." Booth shrugs. If something is going on she clearly isn't ready to share. She will he tells himself.

xxxx

Brennan is exhausted when she finally gets home from the lab. The remains she and Booth retrieved were easily identified through dental records and her team has already identified the murder weapon and the original crime scene. Booth left around six to follow up some leads while Brennan and her team continued their analysis. By nine Brennan had received a call from Booth that he would be picking her up first thing to go to the original crime scene to look for evidence. She had stayed an extra hour to complete some paperwork so she would not have to do it after a day in the field. Now, lying in bed she hopes she has a night of undisturbed sleep. She didn't feel so fresh this morning after that dream.

Brennan senses someone approaching from behind. But instead of preparing to defend herself, she leans back and makes contact with his bare chest. Booth's arms wrap around her and he begins kissing her neck. He turns her around to face him and brushes his lips against hers. Taking her hand, he leads her away from the kitchen and back to the darkened bedroom. Brennan follows without hesitation, her heart pounding with desire.

A loud banging on the door rips Brennan from her dreams. She sits up and looks around her in confusion, her hand rising to her forehead. Not again she sighs. Realising the banging is someone at her door, Brennan rolls out of bed, tugs her vest down and pads through her apartment to the door.

"I'm coming." She yells so the person on the other side will stop banging. After pulling back the chain, Brennan unlocks the door and pulls it open, her sleepy eyes taking in the sight of a flustered Booth standing on her doorstep.

"Are you alright?" Booth asks, his eyes scanning her head to toe.

"Of course I'm alright." Brennan replies, sounding confused.

"Why didn't you answer your phone?"

"Booth, it's early. What are you doing here?"

"Bones, it's after nine." Booth holds out his arm with his watch on it so she can see. "I called to tell you I would be late picking you up but you didn't answer." He stares intensely at Brennan, taking in the confused look on her face. "Bones?"

"Sorry, I guess I…I was sleeping, I…" she turns and walks into her apartment, wrapping her arms around her chest. "I didn't hear the phone." She adds.

"Or me knocking for that matter." Booth adds. "Is something wrong? You've been a little out of it for two days now."

"No, nothing is wrong." Brennan replies. Her eyes drift up to meet his and she knows immediately that it is a mistake. Once again, the memory of her dream comes flooding back and she feels her stomach twist. "I can be ready in fifteen minutes." She tells him. "Just, uh, make yourself comfortable." She adds as she heads for the bathroom. With hot water blasting down over her body, Brennan tries to rid her mind of the images of Booth stuck in her head. This has got to stop. It's interfering in your work.