A/N: So I had some requests to further this story. Obviously at this point it will go AU, no brain tumor or crazy hot coma dreams. I'm definitely going to need more feedback. More smut? More Fluff? For now I think I'll go with a mixture and some relationship development.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Much confidence boosting! Sorry to those I didn't get back to. Crazy busy week, but with spring break coming there should be more story, more reviews , and more reciprocation on my part.

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Love, Me

Here goes my first real attempt at plot?

It was late morning when Booth began to stir. Immediately he noticed the absence of his partner. Had it all been a dream? Some cruel figment of his imagination? Hadn't the events of the last 3 days been enough without adding hallucinations to the list? Finally Booth found the energy to get out of bed. He pulled on a pair of discarded boxers from the night before.

He slowly padded out into his living room, every joint in his body protesting. The silence in his apartment was deafening. He saw no evidence of his partner's presence the previous night here either. That was some hallucination, Seel. Booth slowly made his way to the kitchen and poked through his cupboards for something resembling breakfast. He settled on some chocolaty cereal comprised mostly of sugar that was left over from his last weekend with Parker. He poured some milk over the cereal and gingerly carried it to the bar-side of his kitchen counter.

As Booth was sitting down to eat he heard the latch on his front door click once. Silence. A second click. Immediately his body tensed for action. He heard light footsteps start toward him and he whipped around causing Brennan to almost drop the bag she was carrying. Again.

"...Bones!"

"...Booth..." She seemed confused at his reaction. "Is everything okay?"

"I thought you'd gone home..."

"I didn't want to wake you. I was going to make you something for breakfast, but once again your cupboards were lacking essential ingredients for basic nutrition."

"I have cereal."

"You have sugar."

Brennan began to unpack the bag of groceries she'd returned with. While she unpacked she sized up the man she saw before her. He looked tired despite seeming to have slept soundly. The physical cuts and bruises were already beginning to fade, but clearly the psychological ones hadn't yet begun to heal as evidenced by his perpetual state of tension.

"Booth, why don't you get cleaned up and I'll make you an actual breakfast."

"Bones, you don't have to do this." But I want you to.

Brennan just looked at Booth. That don't-argue-with-me look. Wordlessly, Booth returned to his bedroom for fresh clothes then made his way to the bathroom for a shower. The hot water seemed to melt away at least a little of the tension he felt.

Twenty minutes later a light knock came at the bathroom door indicating that breakfast was ready.

"You look better...Not that you didn't look okay to begin with...I just..." Why had Brennan developed an acute inability to form a complete thought.

"Thanks, Bones." He dismissed the comments about his looks.

Brennan finished cleaning up dishes from their breakfast. Silently she wondered if they were going to discuss what happened between them the night before. She didn't really want to talk about it. Truthfully she didn't even know why she was here, why she'd come back here and made him breakfast. Because you said you'd stay as long as he needed you. Does that need still apply?

His voice interrupted her thoughts, "Bones?"

"Yes, Booth."

"We should...uh... Should we talk about what happened last night?"

"Several things happened last night." You know what he's referring to.

"I mean what...uh...what happened between us. When I came out to the living room last night."

"Intercourse, Booth. We had intercourse."

"Yeah, but it was...well...sorta bad timing...I guess." Even he didn't believe himself when that came out of his mouth. Yeah, so now you're not only going to confession for indecent relations with your partner, you're also going for lying about it. Keep it up.

"Arousal is a perfectly normal response to a..."

"It was not a perfectly normal response, Bones. And you know it. You know this has been a long time coming. The thing everyone suspects, but no one talks about. The elephant in the room."

"I don't see how that's physically possible. A pachyderm in this room, that is."

"BONES." He nearly yelled in frustration. "It's a figure of speech. What are we going to do about this. Where do we go from here?"

By this time, Brennan had made her way to the chair facing the couch Booth was seated on. She was tense. He was more tense. Her body had entered fight or flight mode and she was on the verge of flight. This was not a conversation she wanted to have this morning. Trying to hash out the meaning of their relationship after they'd broken the cardinal rule in a moment of passion and need.

Almost as if he could sense her impending flight, softly, "Don't leave. Please."

Unable to resist that plea and annoyed at herself for the inability, "I won't."

A small wave of relief flooded Booth's body. Brennan was a woman of her word. He trusted that she wouldn't leave. At least not right now.

Not one to notice the emotions and feelings of others, Brennan was surprised when she recognized the wave of relief that washed over Booth when she agreed to stay. She stood and crossed the small gap between the chair and the couch. She sat down next to Booth, just out of reach—as she always seemed to be.

"We can't hash this out right now, Booth. I don't know what happened. I don't know why it happened. The only thing I do know at this point is that I wouldn't be upset if it happened again."

She felt like she wanted to bolt from Booth's apartment. But something felt lighter. Less suffocating. Brennan scooted closer to Booth on the couch. Eyes silently burning holes into the fabric of the couch. Still not touching him.

He reached out and touched her chin tilting it upward so he could look into her eyes. "I'm sorry. Sorry I pushed it. I just...I feel like I have to get it all out there before some crazy serial killer comes knocking down my door and carts me off to a ship that's rigged to explode." He managed a half smile.

"I'm fairly certain that the statistics are on your side in terms of the likelihood that you would be kidnapped and locked in a decommissioned naval ship again." She replied weakly.

Why did he have this ability to make her want to wrap herself in his arms and feel the safety he could provide while simultaneously making her want to run for the figurative hills? Unable to find a suitable answer she decided on the former and moved herself into Booth. His arms immediately found their place around her while her head found that crook in his shoulder that fit her perfectly.

"We don't have to figure this out now. But eventually..." his quiet rumination was cut off by a passionate kiss on her part. Anything to make him stop talking. Stop analyzing.

Once Brennan was fairly certain she'd cut off Booth's current train of thought the kisses slowed to a more sensual, less hurried pace. Their tongues explored one another's mouths softly.

Brennan's hand snaked its way up Booth's shirt, his muscles rippling beneath her touch. Her fingers stopping to trace circles around his nipples causing a strange new kind of arousal for Booth. His hands quickly followed suit, mimicking her movements.

Their kisses became more frantic again. More searching, panicked. As if they wouldn't be able to get enough of one another. By now Brennan was seated on his lap and it was hard not to notice his growing erection. She reached down between them to free him.

Suddenly Brennan heard that tell-tale buzzing noise that indicated an incoming call on her cell phone.

Determined to ignore it she continued her current attention to Booth's lap.

Then Booth's phone began to alert him to a phone call. Both knowing there was no way to ignore BOTH phones they tore themselves apart.

"Special Agent Booth"

"Brennan"

Neither giving any indication they were together assured their respective callers they would be to the crime scene as soon as possible.

Looking more than a little annoyed and perhaps slightly guilty Booth complained, "We have a case."

To Be Continued...

A/N: That is if you want it to be continued. Is this going somewhere? I think I got a little plot going on in there, in terms of relationship development. Keep going? Scrap it and keep the piece as a one-shot? Ideas for more plot? Ideas of any kind are welcome. I discovered while I was writing this that I never seem to make it past the smut and into the plot when these little imaginings go on in my brain...I wonder why that is...