Thanks to all who have reviewed! Just a note, this chapter follows immediately after the first chapter. Once again, I hope it is not too confusing.

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Present

Booth wandered around the apartment, haphazardly throwing clothes in his duffle bag. He felt tired, drained. The last week had been a nightmare. Telling Parker had been the worst. His son had clung to him, begging him to stay, tears rolling down both their cheeks.

And Bones...he could still see the look in her eyes when he told her. She was always so strong, so in control, but he knew it had hurt her. She looked at it as a betrayal. It didn't matter why, he was leaving her. To her, it was just that simple.

For the rest of the week, she had hidden her feelings, locked them away just as she always did. Until tonight...

He was so caught up in his thoughts, he didn't hear the soft knock at the door...

Earlier that evening

He made his way across the room to her. She was sitting in a booth, alone, her chin propped on her hand, staring out into the night. "Hey, Bones."

She turned and looked up at him, and he saw the flicker of sadness in her eyes.

"Mind if I join you?"

She shook her head, and moved over in silent invitation. "Rebecca and Parker left?"

Booth nodded as he sat down beside her, his stomach twisting at the sound of his son's name. Saying goodbye to Parker had nearly broken his heart. Watching as Rebecca had led him away, looking back over his shoulder, tears streaming down his face. It had been one of the worst moments of his life.

Brennan saw the pain and anquish in his eyes, and she reached over and took his hand. She had never been very good at knowing what to do or say in these types of situations, but she sensed that her touch was enough when he smiled sadly at her.

Booth closed his eyes briefly, letting the comfort of her touch wash over him. She didn't know just how much she meant to him, how much she soothed his pain by just being there for him. Opening his eyes, he glanced at her. "Thanks," he whispered.

She smiled at him, but inside, her heart felt as if it were breaking. Coming here had been one of the hardest things she'd ever done. Just a small gathering at Sid's, to see him off, to say their goodbyes, but it was just so damned hard.

Looking in her eyes, Booth knew what she was feeling. The same pain that he was. Taking a deep breath, he tried for a lighter subject.

"Agent Roberts is a good guy, Bones." He smiled. "Try not to give him a hard time, okay?"

A ghost of a smile crossed her face. "I can't promise anything." Her expression sobered, and he absently rubbed her hand, sensing her distress. "Temperance..."

"I'm gonna go." She stood abruptly, cutting off his words.

Sighing, he stood beside her. "Listen, Bones... I won't be able to call often, but if you need anything, anything at all, Cullen will be able to get a message to me, and I'll call as soon as I can."

"Okay." She paused. "I...goodbye."

Booth was about to reply when suddenly, she was in his arms, holding him as if she would never let him go. He held her, his hands comfortingly rubbing her back, trying to fight back his tears. Pulling her closer, he tried to commit to memory the scent of her, the feel of her in his arms.

Brennan closed her eyes, fighting back tears. She wanted to be strong, had to be strong, for her and for him, but it was so hard. Since she was 15 years old, the only place she had ever felt truly safe and comforted was in his arms. She needed him, more than she had ever wanted to admit, and all she wanted to do was stay here, in his arms, forever. Instead, gathering all her courage, she pulled away. Turning quickly, hiding the tears that were now spilling down her cheeks, she made her way quickly across the room and out the door, never looking back.

Booth watched her go, feeling the same despair he had felt when he had watched Parker leave, and he knew that somehow, someway, he had to find a way to make it back. They both needed him, just as much as he needed them, and he couldn't let them down.

Present

The persistant knock finally penetrated his thoughts, and he looked up, startled. Making his way over to the door, he pulled it open, his surprise evident as he saw her standing there. "Bones?" She just stood there, staring at him, and as he looked into her eyes, he saw the sadness that he had glimpsed earlier, but behind that, he saw longing, a need that he knew was mirrored in his own. "Temperance?"

Shaking her head, she stepped hesitantly into the apartment and shut the door behind her, her eyes never leaving his. Wordlessly she lifted her arm, her fingers lightly tracing his jawbone. "Booth," she whispered.

Booth's skin burned at her touch. Unconciously he moved closer, and her eyes closed as his head lowered and he lightly pressed his lips to hers. His hands came up to cup her face, his thumbs gently stroking her temples as he deepened the kiss.

Brennan moaned slightly and wrapped her arms around him as his tongue teased her lips, seeking entrance. She opened her mouth to him, their tongues meeting, and she shivered at the sensations.

He pulled her to him, his body pressing against hers, as his passion grew. In the back of his mind he knew he should stop, but he also knew that it was too late. They both needed this. The passion that had been building for two years had finally broken free, and there was no turning back now.

Still, he pulled back as he felt her hands fumbling with the button of his jeans. Taking her small hands in his, he searched her face, looking for any sign of indecision, any indication that she didn't want this, but he found none.

She seemed to know what he was silently asking, and she shook her head. Pulling her hands from his, she reached up and slid her arms around his neck, pulling his face down to hers, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss.

All his reservations left him. He knew that whatever happened tonight, there would be no regrets in the morning. His arms snaked around her, his hands moving up her back and tangling in her hair, kissing her until they were both breathless. His lips left hers to trail kisses down her jawbone, until he reached the curve of her neck. He kissed and licked the tender flesh, and her head fell back to give him better access.

Her hands were moving over his body, reaching under his t-shirt, stroking the hard flesh, and he inhaled sharply at her touch. He pulled back, and in one quick motion, she had his shirt over his head. His mouth again found hers as his fingers worked deftly at the buttons of her blouse. She moaned as he undid the last button, pulling open the folds of fabric and running his fingers lightly over her skin.

Pulling back, he gazed at her for a moment, the lacy black bra covering her milky white breasts, then slowly reached around and unfastened it. "Beautiful," he whispered. He pulled her to him, their bodies touching, skin to skin. Heat flooded through him, and it felt as if his body was on fire. His lips captured hers once again as they made their way to the bedroom, scattering the remainder of their clothes on the way.

Dropping to the bed, he ran his hands over her body, gently kneading her breasts, before moving down to slip his fingers inside her. She cried out, her body jerking as pleasure shot through her. His lips continued to caress her skin, kissing and licking everywhere until her body was screaming for release. "Seeley," she whispered.

The sound of his name on her lips almost drove him over the edge. Positioning himself above her, he entered her, groaning at the feel of her, tight, hot and wet, ready for him. He paused for a moment, fighting for control, then started moving inside her.

She clutched his back, meeting him thrust for thrust, her lips kissing his neck, nibbling his ear. She felt the pleasure building, and she let out a low moan, then cried out as the orgasm ripped through her.

Booth felt her body tighten around him, and he couldn't hold back any longer. His body exploded in pleasure. Spent, he collapsed on the bed and pulled her to him, holding her and stroking her back until their breathing returned to normal.

Sighing, Brennan curled up beside him, content. She laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his body beside her, until sleep finally claimed her.

If the first time had been fierce and passionate, the second was slow and tender, and afterword he held her, kissing away the tears that had finally escaped. The next time she woke, he was gone and she was alone in the bed, her only companion the St. Christopher medal lying on his pillow.

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OMG! I hate writing smut, I suck at it, but anywhoo...there u go! Geez, one of these days I'm gonna learn!

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