Warning: Well I guess there should be a warning here but it is a "T" rated fik so you should pretty much get the idea there is going to be some stuff unsuitable for young eyes. I don't want to give too much away here but there is a um… scene later on that you can probably guess what is that I think I'm obligated to put a warning about.

Oh yeah here's another warning for um… major fluff? All I can say is that you asked for it!

Author's Notes: I haven't got a clue what Booth's apartment looks like so once more, even though I'm bored of saying it. Bare with me.

Chapter 1: Got Me

Even as she drove them back to his apartment a week later the words that he'd said that night shattered her beyond all reasoning. He didn't remember Parker.

Booth had been great about it and so far he'd not managed to give the game away, at least not to Parker at any rate, Zack, Jack, Angela and Goodman had obviously had to be told so as they could help deal with it should a problem arise.

She'd fallen asleep in his arms after explaining to him about his son, and telling him everything she could. Curled up against his chest with his arms round her was how Dr. Adams, Nurse Houseman and the 'squint squad' as Booth often fondly or maybe not fondly referred to them as had found them in the morning. She'd been a little embarrassed to find that Angela had taken some pictures on her cell phone before waking them at the chagrin of the hospital staff.

"Bones?" he asked and she jumped, realising that she'd pulled up outside his apartment.

Temperance got out of the car as did he and tapped her car keys into the palm of her hand as she stood on the porch as he unlocked the door.

How could he have forgotten Parker but remembered everyone else? Doctor Adams and the specialist that he'd seen when the hospital had been informed of his selective amnesia had said that it would fade in time and he would remember but they'd also said that he wouldn't wake up… and she'd believed them.

"You can come in if you want," he smiled at her.

She needed to stop zoning out, the look on his perfect face showed that he was enjoying startling her.

Nodding she stepped inside. Even with months of no inhabitants the apartment still gave the air that someone had been, no dust, the air wasn't thick and stale. That was because every time she'd come over to get something for Parker or even just to be near Booth in a way that didn't involve staring at his unconscious body she'd come in here and wander aimlessly from room to room. One or twice she'd even gone into his bedroom and just sat there. All night.

"Want something to drink? Soda? Coffee? I should have something left in the cupboards,"

"I got it," she said. Something to do. Something normal. That's it, get on with it, pretend like you didn't try to kill him "you need to rest,"

"Bones I've been resting for five months. I got shot in the lung and survived it; I don't think flicking a switch is exactly gonna kill me," he laughed.

"Don't joke," she said seriously.

He put his hands up in surrender "I'll go order pizza and see if I got any decent movies we could watch," off her look "I'll sit on the couch," he then turned and went into the lounge muttering about over protective anthropologists.

Temperance sat on one end of the couch and him on the other, decidedly uncomfortable with the situation. He didn't know. Didn't know she'd actually been ready to kill him, what kind of person did that make her?

Booth cocked his head to one side and took the coffee he handed her "what're you doing?" he asked, frowning slightly.

She looked around "sitting," she replied seriously, what did it look like she was doing? She was sitting, a cup of coffee in her hands, watching with a little more than feigned interest the patterns in the carpet fibres.

"All the way over there?" he raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong with over here?" valid question, what was wrong with over here? She was comfortable, well as she could be in a man she'd tried to murder's living quarters. Murder. Something she fought against every day, she solved the cases, identified innocent victims but she'd tried to kill him.

Carter was different, the target was too small, his heart was a target even the best marksman would have missed because it was just too small. Shooting Carter was in her own defence and the defence of civilians. If she hadn't of shot him he would have disarmed her and she and Jack would have been dead long before anyone would have known they were down there. But Booth…

He rolled his eyes at her and replied simply 'can't reach you' it was almost petulant.

She frowned then froze in realisation. He wanted too… she hadn't let him touch her since the night he'd woken up. If they brushed passed one another she shied away, if he reached for her she immediately moved out of reach, pretending to be busy "I'm fine," she answered, shifting, if at all, closer to the arm of the couch and away from him.

Sighing he looked at her "anything in particular you want to watch?"

She shook her head "I don't watch television Booth," she replied "I only got one a few months ago because of Parker," she looked down. Before even when it felt like she had nothing at least she wasn't constantly fighting battles; was it right or wrong? Should she act on desire? Was now the time to act on impulse? Should she tell him or should she not?

"You didn't watch anything with him?" he was incredulous.

"I saw a few episodes of Scooby-Doo and a few other cartoon type things that I can't remember the name of. I highly doubt that neither you nor I have any desire to watch half a dozen teenagers and a talking dog go round solving mysteries. Running round terrified even when they know that the ghost is actually a hologram created by the man that owns the resort they're staying on in order to scare away tourists so he can keep the treasure of the local cove for himself."

He chuckled at her description of the children's TV show "okay. Do you want to watch anything?" he said with all seriousness.

Temperance put her coffee down "you know what?" she got up "I think I should go. Angela's looking after Parker tonight, I told him that you needed to get the place sorted out for him so he'll be coming over tomorrow unless you can think of some reason for him not to stay here,"

"Tempe," the abbreviation of her name falling from his lips made her stop and look at him, really look, allowing her to see the pain of uncertainty, the fear, the affection?

"What Booth?" she tried to sound calm but it came out exasperated and tired.

"Stay," he said.

"What?" she asked again.

"Stay. With me. At least for the night,"

"Booth I-"

"You like jigsaws right? Well I'm sure I can find some old one somewhere and we can just do that together for the evening, then I'll take the couch and you can have the bed,"

"Why?"

"Please Bones?"

The eyes, the fathomless, loved and hated eyes that swayed her to do anything made her change her mind and she nodded "okay,"

His grin was contagious and she soon found herself smiling back at him.


"You have to start with the edge pieces first!"

"Why?" he whined "if you find two pieces that fit surely you just stick 'em together and be done with it,"

"It's easier that way," she said, not really knowing the answer "once you have the edge it's like a frame, a base, it's easier to do it like that, starting in the middle means that you could end up with pieces in the wrong place,"

"Well that isn't hard when they all look the same," he muttered.

"Grow up Booth. This was your idea,"

"I don't even like jigsaws! We could have just watched a movie,"

"A jigsaw is therapeutic, watching television is mindless and not at all educational or good for you,"

"If you watch the right channel it can be very educational," he gave her a rather suggestive grin, which she rolled her eyes at.

"Watching documentaries about the mating habits or various species of the animal kingdom. Totally unrealistic movies where they give the idea that the police and the FBI have absolutely no idea what they're doing are not educational," she said as she fitted the entire top row of the jigsaw together with half of the left-hand side.

He pouted and poked her in the side playfully; she jumped at the ticklish sensation and nearly sent the jigsaw board to the floor.

"Ticklish?" he teased.

"No," she replied, getting to her feet. "You made me jump," she picked up her once again empty mug and his soda can. It was her turn for drinks again as he'd gotten the last lot, just when they'd finished sorting the straight edged pieces from the non-straight edged pieces he'd made a dash for the kitchen before she could stop him.

He watched her as she left for the kitchen and after a moment put the board down on the couch and followed her. Leaning in the doorjamb she watched as she hummed almost inaudibly to herself, moving round the kitchen lightly and with ease, as she put soda cans in the trash and coffee mugs by the sink as she filled it with soap and water.

Grinning almost evilly to himself he moved silently up behind her, getting so close to her his chest almost touched her back. She stopped and paused sensing someone behind her she went to turn but ended up squealing in shock as he dug his fingers into her ribs and wiggled them madly.

She jumped and with her hands suddenly being withdrawn from the water soapy bubbles flew into the air and floated down onto both them and the space around them.

"Get off!" She squirmed in his arms "Booth get off!"

He didn't, merely intensified his attack.

One second of clarity was all she needed and instead of trying to get away and scrabbling at his hands she went into the offensive rather than the defensive. Attacking him with less intensity but it slackened his hold on her as his elbows clamped down to his sides in an attempt to protect his ribs.

Despite the immaturity of the situation she couldn't help but enjoy it. Her breathing erratic but laughter evident in her eyes as she left the kitchen hastily through the door she hadn't already used to get in there in the first place and went through the hall, into the lounge and then back into the kitchen when she heard him leave.

It was almost as if they were children, or animals in the wild, a predator and it's prey only which one of them was the predator and which was the prey she was uncertain.

Carefully she went back through the kitchen, stopping every so often to listen, a sound behind her caused her to rush forward and round the corner, straight into the hallway and, of course, straight into Booth.

He grinned at her and try as she might she could not wipe her own smile of her face. They must have looked like maniacs but they couldn't stop, neither raised a hand to continue tickling the other just stared.

Booth looked down at her, looking ever more like a playful child than the collected young woman he usually associated the name Temperance Brennan with.

She was stood there, so close, closer than she had ever stood before. Her skin looked so soft, like velvet and his hand itched to touch but he couldn't. Temperance was a hard person to read and he could very well be reading her wrong but he had to do something, step away? His resolve was slipping so badly but he couldn't move, frozen to the spot waiting for her to initiate whatever it was that would happen next.

Her hand came up and she traced his jawbone with a single finger, a feather light touch that almost tickled but it was nothing like the sensation caused by dancing fingers over is ribcage. Her eyes really were windows to the soul, adoration, security, and lust emanating from them in such intense waves he wasn't sure how much longer he could stand this.

When her hand fell back to her side but her gaze did not falter that was it. To hell with resolve, he had to do something, needed relief, she was doing something to him faster than any woman had before and he had the sneaking suspicion she knew it and was teasing him with it.

His hands flew up to cup her face as their lips met, rushing her backwards and pinning her to the wall with such speed and such force that had he not been driven by need he would have been worried he'd hurt her. Long fingers tangling in dark hair as he felt her own hands slid up to his neck, pulling him closer.

Her tongue slipping gently over his bottom lip, asking for entrance, which he gave without hesitation, his tongue met hers in a flourish, not warring but more like a dance even with the bruising intensity of it.

She pressed her body against his, needing, wanting, begging for more. More of that wonderful touch that sent fire through her so fast nothing could extinguish it. Nothing, not logic, not the thought that this was her work mate, her colleague. He'd been awake for barely a week and she was kissing him with such passion that without a doubt it would lead to something else. Something more fulfilling.

The need for air was all that pulled them apart and that was it. Panting due to lack of air and desire he rested his forehead against hers, she too taking deep breaths. When he'd caught his breath enough to speak he wrapped one arm round her waist and pulled her flush against him, she let out a surprised yelp but grinned at him and hooked her arms round his neck.

Words were not needed as he walked towards the bedroom, her still latched round his body and she certainly wasn't contemplating letting go anytime soon. Trusting him entirely as he weaved in between furniture and through doors.

She felt the end of the bed against the back of her knees and allowed herself to fall back. Surprising him so he flailed slightly to get away to prevent him from crushing her with his superior weight but she was having none of it. She pulled him with her.

They were pressed together from the waist down, his elbows resting either side of her shoulders as he stared down at her. A playful light that he'd never seen before in her lit up her eyes as she pulled him down again. Their lips meeting once more with less intensity but the passion still there.

Half on, half of the bed was not a comfortable position and she ended the kiss before wriggling further up to lay back against the pillows. He grinned at her and crawled up like a predator so he was on top of her once more.

Her fingers shakily rose to his chest to begin to unbutton the soft material, he watched unmoving as she slid it from his shoulders and threw it to the floor. Still he didn't make a sound as she flattened her hands against his now naked and down his ribs, tanned and muscular against slightly paler and delicate.

After what seemed like an eternity of feather-light touches and practically unbearable and incredibly arousing teasing she stopped and suddenly, without warning switched their positions so he was lying on his back, her straddling him as she began to unbutton her own shirt.

Seemingly knowing exactly her speed or lack of was doing to him she slowed down to the point she was barely moving, her own desire burning inside her but the need to drive him crazy burning even brighter.

He shifted underneath her, his jeans become just a little uncomfortable he growled and pushed her hands away removing her shirt in less time than it had take her to undo even one button.

Making a noise that sounded strangely like a satisfied purr he placed his hands on her hips and squeezed slightly urging her to lie against him, she obliged, and their lips met again, slow and gentle. In a world of their own as they moved in perfect harmony, touches that sent tendrils of arousal straight down to the guts and hands exploring contours and curves at various speeds, slow when the found one that was particularly sensitive.

Once more the kiss stopped due to lack of air and it was her turn to rest her forehead on his "need you," she panted breathlessly.

"Want you," his voice deep and lust filled as he began running his hands up and down her back.

She smiled down at him, pressed a chaste kiss to his lips that seemed to open her completely to him, surrendering her entire being to him and him alone and whispered "got me," those two words meaning far more than any 'love you' ever could.

His arms encircling her completely as their lovemaking began again and she lost herself entirely. They both did. There was no one but them and nothing else mattered. Nothing at all.

I'm not sure whether to be happy that, that turned out better than I thought it would even if it ain't that good or be kinda disgusted that I can imagine Booth and Brennan goin' at it! Lol.

Reviews are much appreciated and very inspiring!