Hello! Sorry it took me so long to update, but I really had no idea what I want to do with this story. But the idea already came up my mind. So, hope you'll like this ;)

Chapter 3

Bones' POV

Finally, after 15 minutes, I gained the courage to go down; without a word I got into the car and looked at the window. We drove in silence and after some time, Booth decided to break it.

"You and this..." he started unsurely.

"Mark." I helped.

"Mark... Well, you and Mark, how long do you know each other?" he tried to sound casual, but I noticed that the tone of hes voice was slightly different than normal. I looked right into his eyes. I wondered if he had cared, because he tried to pretend that he did not.

"A few weeks." I answered and once again focused on a window, but I noticed that he had clenched his jaw. He was not happy, he had reacted similar, when I was with Sully.

"So, why I didn't hear about him yet?" he asked with a visible hint of hurt in his voice, he looked straight at the road with both hands tight on the wheel. I did not know what I should answer, what I should say. That I didn't want him to know that Mark was substitute for him. That I was tired? What should I tell him?

"Booth, I..." I started, but he interrupted me.

"It's okay, Bones. I understand, you have to take care of your biological needs." this time I perfectly knew that he was hurt. He put his sunglasses on and our conversation was over. I wanted to say something, to explain, but I didn't know what I could do to let him understand. I opened my mouth, but shut them immediately. I decided that it would be better not to say anything.

Rest of the way we drove in silence with the tension so thick that we could cut in with the knife. Well, this is what probably Booth would tell. Well this is impossible, but I think that he could be right. 'Oh, I definitely spent too much time with Booth' I thought. I smiled slightly, but soon everything came back to me, our conversation. And world came back to his grey color.

When we reached our destination, I focused on the remains. But this time, Booth was not near me, he did not ask me about everything, he did not irritated me. He was somewhere else in the other end of the golf course, our crime scene. Truth be told, I used to hear his voice when I was working. But then was so silent, for me it really didn't matter that there were a lot of loud voices, I did not hear this one, who bring smile to my face. This time there was only professional mask and work in the field wasn't so excited, when he was not near me.

Through all day, we did not talk to each other and few next days were not different. Well, we solved our case quickly, but the tension between us was awful. Finally, I decided "I'll go to him tonight.". And so I did. Punctually at eight I stand in front of his door, took a few deep breaths, a few times thought about running away. Then I took the rest of my courage and silently knocked. He opened almost immediately, dressed only in a blue jeans and black t-shirt, which perfectly emphasized his muscular body and with a one day beard growth, which caused that my legs felt weak.

"Bones?" he asked suprised and went aside to let me in. I smiled shyly. Any man, never caused that I was feeling like a teenager, until now, no one caused that I was so nervous and did not know what to say. Only Booth can do that to me.

"Booth." I started. I came her, because I wanted to tell him the truth, no matter what. But he destroyed everything, all my courage died when I heard his words.

"Shouldn't you be with Mark right now? I'm pretty sure that he feels lonely without you." I knew he was hurt, I knew that he acted like that when he did not want to say what he was really thinking. But still I get irritated. It wasn't supposed to go this way.

"You think that you can tell me what I should do? Where I should be? Well, you can't! I came here to tell you everything, to tell you the truth, to tell you, to confess my feelings. First time in my life. But you seem to be not interested!" I shouted and turned around. I wanted to leave, but I felt his hand on my wrist, he tried to stopped me.

"Bones..." I turned to him with murder look on my face.

"What?" I spat and tried to take my hand away. Of course I could try to fight with him, but I was sure, that he was prepared for that.

He loose his grip a little but still was silent. I took the opportunity to take my wrist and headed to the door. But in a second I felt his hand on my arm. In one move he pinned me to the wall, lifted my hands up, and held both my wrist above my head. His face was only a few inches from mine, I felt his breath and warmth radiating from his body. I tried to break my hands free, but he was gripping them firmly, but not as much to cause me pain, but as firm to not let me take them away. I tried to move my legs, but he was standing in the way which did not let me do that. I was trapped.

"If you don't let me go I will start to scream." I hissed.

"Go ahead. Scream." he answered.

I opened my mouth to give a sound, but it was killed before it had escaped my throat. Booth used his own mouth as a muffler. Firstly he touch them aggressively, then his moves became gently. I gave up his soft, sweet lips, my tongue jointed to the dance. I felt that the grip on my wrist was lighter, he started to release them. His hand started their journey all over my body, also my hands joined to his. Slowly, we discover our bodies, piece of clothes started to fall down on the floor, making our path to his bedroom, where first time I experienced the miracle. Where, first time, I confessed my love, where I believed in true love. Where I broke the psychical laws and when I became one with Seeley Booth. Where he showed me what means making love and where I first but not last time I loved with beloved man, with the one who I love more than my life and with the one who never going to hurt me. The one to who I belong and who is mine forever.

~The End~

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