Name: Never a dull moment. (This is chapter 2.)
Author: That would be me! (Jeni!)
Word count: 1,236
Rating: M for mature scenes. This chapter ain't so bad though!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I haven't stumbled across a magic lamp yet, but you can bet that when I do, my first wish will be for Bones to be mine! But for now, I just write the story.
Acknowledgements: Thank you to everyone who took the time to submit a review, or who added me to their alert list. Such an honour!

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"Oh my God!" she said, gawking at the person behind the door.

Booth was still on the floor, trying to see the person, but unable to see him. Once he heard "Hey Temperance" he knew that it was a man. Booth was trying to think as hard as he could. The man's voice sounded strangely familiar...

"S...Sully?" said Brennan, gazing at him in awe.

"Can I come in?"

Sully didn't really give Brennan much time to process his presence, so involuntarily, she stepped aside and let him in. Sully tilted his head as he looked down at Booth.

"Hey Booth, how's it going?" he asked, looking confused.

"Yo Timmy!" he slurred in drunken cheers. "Help me up," he added, extending his arm and letting Sully pull him to his feet.

Sully looked to and fro between the two drunken people in Brennan's apartment. "Am I interrupting something?"

"Depends on what you mean by 'something.' Booth and I are having a drink and admiring the sofa-view we found!" she said, smiling goofily.

"Are you drunk?"

"Nope. I was drunk 3 shots ago, now I'm wasted!"

Sully looked sternly at her. "Tempe, are you alright?"

"Don't call me Tempe!" she said angrily, her grin fading instantly.

"Sorry. Listen, I really need to talk to you. It's important," he said, hoping that Brennan would give him the chance.

"I can't talk right now. I'm busy!" she said.

Sully looked pretty angry. Brennan just glared at him. He had absolutely no reason to be angry at her.



"Temperance, I'm not leaving until you give me a chance to speak to you," he said, trying to keep his calm.

Brennan took a step closer to him. "I don't really think you have much of a choice there, Sully."

Sully kept his eye-contact locked with her. "I'm not leaving," he said more forcefully.

Brennan's brain was not functioning very well, but she knew the one thing that would guarantee to get rid of Sully.

"I'm with Booth now!" she said quickly.

Sully's eyes widened. "You, you are?"

"You are?" asked Booth, feeling extremely uncomfortable that he was brought into the middle of this.

Sully gave a smug smile, realising her plot. "Nice try, Temperance!" he said conceitedly. He was wondering why Brennan still had a grin on her face, as if she still had a plan.

Brennan extended her arm out violently and grabbed Booth's tie, pulling Booth near her as their lips crashed together. She immediately plunged her tongue into the depths of his mouth. A voice inside Booth's head screamed in joy, even though he knew that he was being used. It didn't seem like such a bad thing when the woman he was in infatuated with was hungrily encouraging his tongue. She slipped her arms around his neck and he lifted his arms from his sides to her waist, slipping them around and pulling her nearer. He slid his tongue against hers and he relished in her unique taste. Her tongue was so soft and smooth as it flexed around in a technique he had never experienced before. He felt his breath getting uneven as he lifted a hand to stroke her silky hair as he lost himself in her intense kiss.

He heard the door closing; it was slammed too loud to be ignored. But he didn't pull away. After a few agonising seconds, he realised that she wasn't trying to break the kiss either. In fact, she was pulling closer and being slightly more demanding with her tongue. He was more than willing to oblige as he allowed himself more depth into her mouth. He heard a muffled moan escaping her throat and he could feel her arms going from his neck and sliding down to his chest, caressing his muscles. He released a long groan as he felt her pushing him down gently onto the couch without breaking lip-contact. She sat on his lap and started straddling him, forcing him to let out another moan as she grinded her hips against his. He was quite confident that she could feel his erection pushing into her hip, and it delighted him that she seemed to respond avidly to his hard shaft pushing dominantly on her pelvis.

He was still in awe at this moment. The moment he was never sure would ever happen. The moment that he felt like he was waiting his entire life for. He was here, hips grinding against the woman that invaded his dreams every night for the past couple of months. The woman he craved every single day, and had to fight his own body's pleas to touch her.

And now he was here. And she tasted so good. She had her own taste, amongst the alcohol.

Alcohol. His brain seemed to finally be able to string a thought together.



"Wait..." he choked, wrangling his lips from hers. She looked at him, panting, with pure desire in her eyes, and then she rested her forehead on his. Even though Booth saw it as a phenomenal sensation, it made it harder for him to concentrate on what he was trying to say. Her lips were only a breath away, and every bone in his body wanted to kiss them again and just forget what he was about to say.

"We can't do this Temperance."

Brennan looked up at him. She had always wanted to kiss him and she was always afraid that this would be his reaction. Her worst nightmare was coming true, and she felt it hit her harder then she imagined.

"You… You don't want to?" she asked, even though she realised how childish she sounded, especially since her voice was high and shaking.

He looked into her eyes and smiled gently. "I do. More than anything. But we're both drunk. I just don't want it to happen, like this," he said softly, brushing away a stray strand of her hair that fell on her face. She smiled at him, and suddenly felt very embarrassed at her behaviour. She climbed off him, and turned her back to him, feeling her face heating with embarrassment.

He stood up and he put a hand on her shoulder, gently turning her around to face him.

"See you tomorrow?" he asked.

She smiled softly at him, and nodded gently, looking him straight in his chocolate brown eyes. She couldn't help but admire him. Usually, she would be the level-headed one.

He leaned down, and very gently kissed her. As he pulled away, he gazed intently into her eyes, before turning around and walking out the door. She watched him leave, grinning and hoping that he will remember his speech tomorrow.

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