A/N Thanks for the kind words you guys. :) It's much appreciated. I'm glad you enjoyed my first chapter.
Lemlee, don't worry, nothing tragic or angsty in this story. It's just a little bit of fluff.

Chapter 2

After Booth left Brennan set the travel alarm she kept in her desk then stretched out on her couch to get what little rest she could. No sense going all the way home and then coming back.

Even as she closed her eyes and tried to still her body and mind her thoughts kept drifting back to the feel of waking up in Booth's arms. The feel of his hands on her, his lips against her...she couldn't believe it hadn't been a dream.

She must have drifted off to sleep though because when her alarm rang it startled her awake. For a moment she lay there, disoriented, then as her senses returned so did her memory. She couldn't help the smile that formed.

Her thoughts were unfocused and she forced herself to get up and tidy up a bit for the day ahead.

She was just finishing up when Angela let herself into her. "We missed you at the meeting this morning," she said handing Brennan a much needed cup of coffee.

"I know. Sorry."

Angela settled on the couch, a knowing look in her eye. "You were here all night." A statement, not a question. "You've got to stop pushing yourself so hard Bren."

Brennan took a slow, savouring sip of coffee and dropped down onto the couch beside her friend.

"I know these cases are important to you. But Honey, it's not healthy to try to keep up this pace. The work is important to all of us and we will solve them."

Brennan nodded only half listening as her friend chastised her. Her thoughts were elsewhere.

"Bren..Brennan are you even listening to me?"

Angela reached out and shook her arm gently, snapping Brennan's attention back.

"I'm sorry. What?"

"You haven't heard a word I've said, have you?"

Sheepishly, Brennan shook her head. "No."

"What's wrong, Sweetie?"

"Nothing's wrong, exactly."

Angela raised an eyebrow at her. "But there is something that's distracting you."

Brennan nodded.

"You can tell me."

"Booth invited me over for sex."

Angela's eyes widened and her eyebrows shot up into her hairline. "He what?" Her voice came out strangled.

"Booth invited me over to his place tonight for sex." Briefly Brennan explained about their working late together, falling asleep on the floor and then waking up and kissing. By the time she was finished, Angela had a broad smile on her face and was hugging her excitedly.

"That's great, Brennan. Congradulations."

"Uh...thank you," she replied, hugging her friend back.

"Sweetie, what are you still doing here?" Angela questioned with affectionate exasperation as she paused in the doorway of Brennan's office. "You're supposed to meet Booth in half an hour."

Brennan's head came up with a jerk, reminding Angela vaguely of a gopher popping out of its hole. Her expression was that of mild bewildered, the way it always was when she was distracted from concentration.

"If you don't start getting ready you're going to be late," she said, crossing the room and settling on the edge of her friend's desk.

"I am ready, I just have to finish this one thing."

"You're not planning on going dressed like that, are you?" she asked, gesturing to Brennan's flowing turquoise blouse and chocolate brown cords.

Brennan looked down at her outfit in confusion. "I thought you liked this outfit. You were the one who told me to buy it. Remember, when we went shopping just after I got back from-"

"I remember, Bren. It's a lovely outfit. For work. This is a special occasion. You're supposed to dress up."

"Oh." She frowned, wondering why Booth hadn't just told her that when he invited her.

"Don't worry, I'm sure I've got something you can borrow."

Ten minutes later found them at Angela's apartment, where Temperance was staring with what could only be described as abstract horror at the dress that her best friend had suggested she wear.

"I can't wear that. It..It has holes," she protested fingering the diamond shaped cut out on the side that, once on, would reveal a section of abdomen.

"It's designed like that. Trust me Sweetie, you'll look hot."

Brennan eyed the dress suspiciously for a moment then let out a sigh, took the offending outift and stalked into the other room.

A moment later she reappeared, hesitant and awkward but beautiful. The bodice hugged her curves as if the dress had been made for her, with the sweeping shoulder strap leaving one slender shoulder bare. The cut outs along the side showed just a hint of flat, smooth stomach and the skirt flowed loosely around her knees.

"You look amazing," Angela said, as Brennan crossed her arms uncomfortably over her chest. Biting back a laugh, Angela pushed her arms down. "Now, go on. Go get your man."