A/N: This chapter is way shorter then I would like it to be, but it was just a good place to end. Thanks to the reviewers. Like I said in the first chapter, it's been a very long time since I've wrote a FF and it'll take me some time to get back into it.

Shoutout: Thanks Goldpiece for the beta job! (that means any problems, blame her! LOL! Sorry Goldie, had to!)


Chapter Two:

Experiment

Booth swallowed hard… "A real kiss?" he questioned, more to stall than anything.

"Yes." She said it with such finality. Booth reached up and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. He started to touch her face, but pulled his hand back slightly. Her stare was steady on him, making his heart dance oddly in his chest. Finally, he gently touched her cheek, stroking the back of his fingers feather light on her skin. Booth moved himself closer to her, and cupped her face, his thumb brushing the corner of her lips. Under his fingers, he felt the first sign of nervousness from her, as her jaw tensed and relaxed. Again, his eyes fell from hers to her mouth, catching her darting out her tongue to wet her lips. Booth felt his chest tighten. Slowly, he lowered his head, giving her time to call off this…experiment.

However, she didn't. She just tilted her face up to his, her eyelids partly closed. Booth stopped with only a heartbeat between them. Last chance, he thought, but when Brennan didn't move, he did. He closed the gap between them, his lips landing gently on hers.

It was only supposed to be a simple kiss. A simple, gentle kiss- nothing more, but when Brennan's soft lips parted, Booth's mind went blank. His hand slid back and up to tangle in her hair as he pulled her closer. For a moment, their lips moved together, slowly, and then his tongue darted out and into her mouth. He was half expecting Brennan to pull away, but she didn't. Instead, she seemed to melt into him. Her tongue meeting his, their lips moving together, and her own hands coming up to his chest -not to push him away, but to have a second contact point with him. Their tongues danced together, gently, unhurried. Brennan shifted to open her mouth up further to him, and that's when the kiss changed, when suddenly it became more urgent. She moved one hand from his chest up to the nape of his neck, and that move sent Booth to the line. His penis grew hard and pulsed in time with his racing heart. He pulled her closer to him, letting his free hand come up around her waist, his body wanting to touch hers. The kiss was on fire, and so was he.

Neither one was sure who pulled away from the kiss first. All they knew was that they found each other, inches away from the other, both breathing hard, both with eyes darkened from desire. Booth licked his lips, "Well?"

"I…um…" Brennan began. "I think we should take a day or two to review the experiment before coming to a conclusion."

"Of course we should," Booth said, barely over a whisper. Brennan swallowed hard, and then stood.

"We'll talk," she said. "I'll show myself out."

"Yeah." Booth closed his eyes, willing his body to calm down. He heard the door click shut and she was gone. The experiment was over. He drew in a breath, held it for the count of ten and then stretched out on the couch. "This is gonna be trouble," he said to himself.

XxXxX

"Hey, Sweetie," Angela said, sweeping into Brennan's office. "What are you doing here?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing," Brennan answered, looking up from her computer. "Did you forget that it's Saturday?"

"No," the artist said, "But I have a few things I want to finish up. You know, to get it off my mind." Angela balanced on the arm of Brennan's couch and studied her friend. "Are you okay?"

"Of course, why would you ask?" Angela stared at Brennan for a silent moment before going on.

"Something's up," she declared. Brennan's fingers stopped in mid-type and she simply stared at the screen.

"Ange, I might have made a mistake."

"The almighty Brennan," Angela teased. "Make a mistake?"

"You're being funny, aren't you?" Brennan questioned.

"What's this mistake?" The scientist sat back in her chair and brought up confused eyes to look at Angela.

"I kissed Booth." The squeal that followed was piercing.

"You what? Oh my god! When? Where? Details, girl!"

"Calm down, Angela. It's not what you think." After that, Brennan recalled the details of the night before.

"And you just left?" Angela asked. "Just walked out?"

"What else was I supposed to do?"

"Um, let me think….stay!"

"I couldn't, Angela. I know where that would have lead and it wasn't part of the experiment."

"Forget the experiment, Brennan. You kissed Booth."

"I know that."

"Okay, so what did this experiment prove?" Brennan gently shook her head.

"I'm not sure."

"It means that you two are more than partners. It proves that there is something there. It proves that you should march your little butt back to his apartment and let that kiss take you wherever it wants. Now go."

"It's not that easy, Ange."

"Yeah, but it's not as complicated as you're making it either. Bren, sweetie, when's the last time a man lit up your insides? Turned you inside out? Made you feel on fire?"

"Well, Booth does have a pleasant physical appearance."

"So he's cute."

"Correct. And he is…a good kisser."

"There you have it," Angela said. "There've been other handsome men good at kissing in your past. Have they made you feel all, warm and gooey inside?"

"I'm not sure what…"

"How you felt when Booth kissed you?" Angela clarified. "I mean, there's Jared? Did you feel the same? Or Sully?"

"No," Brennan answered after a long silence. "No, I guess they didn't."

"Tempe," Angela said standing. "You have a man that has saved you from flesh eating dogs." Brennan's mind went to being tied up in a warehouse, surrounded by dogs ready to kill her. "He's dug you out of sand." Again, her mind went to the scene. "Girl, you have a man that has killed for you. That would die for you. Don't waste too much time on details." With that, Angela left Brennan to her own thoughts.

XxXxX

Booth sat on his favorite stool in her favorite bar. In his hands, a small glass dangled from his fingers, and he stared at the amber liquid trying to read the future. He suddenly felt a presence approach him, and out the corner of his eyes, her saw someone sit down beside him and cross long, bare legs. "Booth?" A hand on his shoulder jerked him back to the present.

"Cam," he said, turning his head toward her. "You're looking good. What are you doing here?"

"I've got a date," she said with a smile.

"And you're talking to me, because?"

"Because I'm early and you look like the weight of the world is on your shoulders. So, what's up?"

"Nothing," he lied, bringing his glass to his lips and taking a drink.

"Come on, Booth, how long have I known you? I think I know when something is wrong. So spill." Booth licked his lips, and took a deep breath.

"Bones conducted an experiment yesterday," he began.

"What? I wasn't aware nor did I approve any experiments," Cam said.

"No, not at the lab." There was a pause. "In my apartment."

"Oh, yeah, wow, I don't think I need to hear anymore."

"No, no, nothing like that," Booth quickly answered. He took another drink and then told her about the kiss.

"I see. And how do you feel about that?"

"What, are you turning into Sweets?"

"No, but I am curious as to how you feel about it. About her."

"You know my feeling towards Bones," he said. "Everybody seems to know my feelings."

"Doctor Brennan is a complicated person," Cam said.

"Tell me about it."

"However, that doesn't mean that she doesn't have feelings."

"Oh, I know she's got feelings. She feels like love is a fantasy. And she feels like sex is simply a way to relieve stress. And she feels…"

"I get it," Cam interrupted. "Brennan has had a hard life Booth. She's already broke one of her rules by letting you inside her protection. She doesn't want to be hurt Seeley. You know that."

"I know," he concurred. "So I should just let it be."

"I didn't say that. You have your feelings too. And you can't be expected to go your whole life without ever reacting."

"Even if it hurts Bones?"

"No, Booth, you would never hurt her. Go with your heart, Seeley, my friend. Follow your gut. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a man to meet." With that, Cam unfolded herself off of the stool and walked away. Booth thought about what she had said. Then he swallowed down the rest of his liquid courage, threw a few bills on the bar and walked out.


A/N: No promises....but Chapter 3 should be longer (I hope!)