New chapter! Hey guys, I hope you enjoy this chapter, I think we all wanted to see how this two woke up after a few drinks together. Of course I want to thank Sian for helping me with the grammar issues, Thank you, you are awesome. And well here it is...please review when you finish reading. Reviews encourage the writing!

Her head ached from countless servings of alcohol. It felt as though her eyelids were supporting pounds of cement. In her head she tried to recall last night's previous events, nothing came to mind. Probably a few drinks, she thought. Brennan was lying to her side, she let her right arm fly over her body, but there's was no space to support it. Strange. She slept in the right side of her bed, always given her space to place her arms to the left. I must've rolled while sleeping. Brennan opened her eyes but the sun glistening shot them close once again. Sighing she turned to her side, now she flung her left arm over her body, and this time it did landed on something, though it didn't have the same texture as her bed.
The eyes of her brain sought the object. It was rougher than her bed. She moved her hand upwards, and touched. The texture was the same rough, except for two straight lines; those were softer than any type of fabric she had ever touched. Her hand moved a little further, she recognized the shape but told her self that there must be another reasonable explanation. Her hand moved a bit more, two short lashes, a pair of eyebrows. There was no way she could convince her self out of this one. There was someone else with her in her bed. Was it even her bed?
Brennan opened her eyes. Booth was lying next to her, one of his arms draped over Brennan's waist. Air was literally sucked away from her.

"Oh my God" She whispered, she could smell the alcohol from her own breath.

The body next to her moved it got closer to her; they would've kissed if she hadn't moved her head backwards.

"Booth" Brennan hissed as she tapped him on the nose "Booth I think we drank to much last night"

Booth moved himself a bit more and smiled.

"Booth, wakeup"

His eyes didn't open but his mouth did "Bones you taste like pie" The smiled appeared once more "I like it"

Brennan wanted to laugh but the situation called for serious manners "Booth" She looked down at her body; she was wearing black panties and a blue men's shirt. Pretending she looked by accident, she found out that Booth was wearing his red and blue boxers. Looking even lower she saw a navy blue blanket with the FBI logo covering both of their feet.

"Oh no"

"Someone turn off the light" Booth winked twice "Bones could you please turn off the lights" It took him less than a second to realize the strangeness in his sentence "Bones!" His eyes open widely.

"Something's wrong Booth"

"Why are you in my bed?" Booth kept his arm over her body, and his lips close to hers.

"Does your bed resemble a hard piece of wood?" Brennan asked with her eyes closed.

"No"

Her eyes opened, a look of fear travelled the green oasis "I don't think we are in your bed"

"Don't tell me we…"

Before he could finish his sentence, Brennan pulled free from his grip. She had to do it slowly in order not to cause more shocks to her brain.

Booth did the same thing.

"My office"

"Your office" Brennan hurried to the glass walls, she tilled one of the blinds; the only person on the floor was the janitor, he was busy pulling papers from a trashcan in an office in front of Booth's.

Booth looked down at his body "Jesus Christ!"

Brennan turned to him, index finger pressed to lips "Shhh!"

Booth's mouth dropped, he repeated again but with a different connotation "Jesus Christ" She's beautiful, he thought.

Seeing his gaze travelling across her body, she tucked the shirt closer to her body and turned aside "Don't look"

Booth covered his eyes with his hand "Bones….what did we do?"

"I don't remember clearly"

"Me neither"

"Let's get dressed first"

Booth nodded, his hand still over his eyes "I agree"

"Oh no"

"What?" Booth opened his eyes as he put on his pants.

"It's ripped" Brennan picked up her bra and swung the ripped garment over her body.

"How did that happen?"

"I certainly didn't brake it" Brennan swallowed hard and turned to look at Booth. He could read her features.

Booth's jaw muscles bunched, and relaxed "Did I do that?"

Brennan looked at the bra then at his face "I think you did"

As he lowered his gaze he caught sight of something, he picked it up "And who did this?"

Brennan looked at the belt buckle "Maybe you took it off"

"And this?" Now he elevated his tie, well at least what used to be a tie.

"I'm not capable of such a thing" Brennan said while she shook her head.

Booth rolled his eyes, and swiped a hand through his head "How much did we drink?" He turned on his toes, exposing his back to Brennan.

"That I think I did"

"What?" Booth twisted his neck to be able to see his back, though he could only see the top, it was enough. Booth's back had marks done by nails, female nails to be more precise.

"And I think I did that" Booth pointed at her neck. A couple of hickies were in display up and down her neck.

"Okay" Brennan crossed her arms in front of her breasts "Lets set the facts. You and I woke up today sleeping in that desk" Brennan nodded towards the lonely desk; the floor was covered with papers that used to once occupy the fantastic piece of hardwood.

Booth nodded.

"Fact, we drank to much last night"

Another nod.

"Fact, we woke up wearing this" Brennan looked down at herself, Booth did the same.

Another nervous nod.

"The most rational explanation is…."

"We had sex" His voice was barely a whisper.

Brennan looked at him "That's possible" Several scenes flashed in her mind. She was being pushed against the desk. She was ripping his tie. He was kissing her neck fiercely. She was screaming his name over and over again. Suddenly the scenes seemed way to real, sending goose bumps up her arms. "But I don't remember" She lied. She remembered everything. The alcohol had apparently subsided during the deed.

"I don't remember either" He also lied.

"So what do we do now?"

"I suggest we talk about this"

Brennan rolled her eyes and placed her hands over her hips, pulling the shirt to her sides, revealing the cleavage between her breasts and her toned tummy "Booth it was just sex, we can pretend it never happened"

"That is an option" He shook his head to make the thoughts floating through his mind disappear.

"Let's just get changed. I can wear my blouse without a bra; I'll just put my coat on"

"Sure" He just stood there, nodding.

Brennan sighed "Could you turn around"

"I already saw you last night Bones"

"But you don't remember" She snapped and turned around.

"If you knew how much I do" He said under his breath.

"What?" Brennan twisted her neck.

"Nothing!" He snapped quickly and finished getting changed.

"So, we are clear, nothing happened" Booth finished straighten the collar of his shirt.

"For all we know, that would never happen with us"

"Okay, clear. So I'll go later to the Jeffersonian to check on the paperwork"

"Sure"

"So, see you later" Both of them got closer, but quickly realized their error and parted away.

"Okay, then I'll see you later" Brennan turned quickly, tightened the grip on her coat and left the place. The FBI building was now welcoming morning. Secretaries walked with coffee in hand, agents were sitting on their offices and the janitor was finishing his last trashcan. All wondered why Brennan had the same clothes she had on the night before…?

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