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Booth groggily stared at Temperance, sliding back so he was sitting upright on the bed. He scratched his head and yawned, the slight sound breaking the incredibly tense silence that had followed his "Bones?" query.

"Booth? What are you doing here? In my room? In my bed?"

"Bones why don't you put down the gun first. It's sort of freaking me out staring down the shaking barrel of that stupidly big gun."

Brennan looked down, as if noticing that she still had the gun in her hands, and yes they were shaking. She frowned – a cute look thought Booth – and placed it on her dresser.

While she did that Booth got out of bed, wondering where the hell he had chucked his shirt before collapsing on the incredibly soft and inviting bed. The things you could do on that bed.

"Whoa, slow down bucko," he said under his breath, "no need to scare Bones away."

Speaking of the...devil, she still stood there, looking at him suspiciously and not at all conscious of the way that bikini showed off her yummy curves. Curves which Booth had never seen this close before, unlike other boyfriends who, Booth thought jealously, must have.

"Hello? Booth? You never answered my questions. What's going on here? Is there another case? Because I can be ready to go in a jiffy."

"Bones did you just say 'jiffy'?" he said, shaking his head, "never mind. No I thought I would surprise you. Seeing as you were obviously having a bad time down here."

Brennan suddenly felt guilty, as it had been Booth who had organised this holiday for her, Booth who had cared enough to see that she was exhausted, needed time to relax.

"No, no it's not too bad," she began, "I just, missed...missed everyone. I was lonely."

Booth broke under her sad gaze. It was just so damned hard to be angry at someone as feminine and beautiful as Bones. He found his shirt and pulled it on, silently laughing at her look appreciation and then loss as his shirt covered his sculpted chest.

"Let's go get a drink Bones, I think I'm going to need one!"

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A few minutes later, they were seated at the 'killer' bar, arguing over religion, as per usual. They were leaning so close to each other that their noses were nearly touching, however neither of them noticed as they were too intent on proving themselves right.

"Ahem," coughed the bartender, to no avail, "excuse me...hello?"

Suddenly realising they were not alone; Booth stopped his argument and glared at the man who had interrupted them.

"Yes? Can I help you?" He asked.

"I'm sorry for interrupting," the bartender began, wary of the antagonistic eyes focused on him, "I was wondering if you wanted anything to drink?"

"Oh," slightly relaxing, Booth shook his head, "no we're fine..."

"Booth!" Brennan interrupted, "I want a drink." Turning to the barman, and ignoring Booth's exasperated snort, "I'll have a glass of whatever's strongest. In fact (glare at Booth), make it a double."

The lady next to Booth turned around and giggled, placing her hand on Booth's arm. Brennan, noticing this, glared at the woman, unable to stop the rush of jealousy and possession.

"Umm," said Booth intelligently, "what are you doing?"

The annoyingly pretty lady turned to Temperance, and, noticing her glare, laughed again.

"Oh I'm sorry, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation, you sound so comfortable together; how long have you been married?

The statement couldn't have shocked either of them more, and it was a while before their stuttering could be understood.

"No, you must be mistaken, we are not married, we're just partners, work partners," said Brennan, with a sigh at the end.

The woman laughed again. "No, you have to be married, or at least going out. I'm a psychologist, you complement each other perfectly."

Brennan and Booth exchanged a disbelieving look. Booth nodded subtly towards the door and Brennan touched his hand in agreement.

"I'm so sorry," she gushed, in a manner totally unlike Bones, "but we have to go. You know. Things to do, places to see."

Pulling Booth to his feet and shooting a fake apologetic glance towards the 'psychologist,' they left.

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They were laughing as they entered the lift, Booth mimicking the psychologist, causing Brennan to laugh out loud for the first time in her holiday. Unconscious of her actions, Temperance leant against Booth, being supported by him as her laughter shook throughout her body.

A loud screech and an abrupt, unplanned halt to the elevator ride threw her closer to Booth, overbalancing him until they landed on the carpeted floor of the lift. With Brennan on top of him.

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Booth looked up at Brennan lying on top of him. It was like a fantasy come true, if only Bones would stop jabbering on about lift faults and statistics. He glanced at her hair, blowing softly around her head from the air conditioner, making her appear angelic. He reached up and touched one of the auburn tresses, winding it around his finger and tugging slightly. With Bones still not noticing, he used his other hand to stroke her smooth, soft cheek.

Falling silent, she looked down at him, a question in her eyes. He ignored it. Instead he held her chin and slowly – giving her time to back away – brought her head down towards his. The first brush of his lips against hers sent a shiver through both of them. Looking up into her eyes, Booth could see the desire deep in her eyes. He pulled her mouth down, applying more pressure to her lips, sweeping his tongue across them to gain entry to her sweet, hot mouth.

She opened her mouth slightly, but that was all it took. Suddenly, she was on her back, with Booth leaning over her. His hands were in her hair, on her face, everywhere. Yet all she could focus on was the deep plunder of his talented tongue. She moaned in her throat, spurring him on even more. She couldn't believe this was happening, it was what she had wanted for so long, and it felt so right.

Another jolt and the lift started moving again. Booth reluctantly lifted his head from Brennan's and looked down at her with apparent desire and need.

"Booth," she sighed longingly, "what was that?"

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