A/N: Sorry guys! I thought I would have this chapter up on Friday, but I had to go to a wedding instead. Which put me in a very fluffy mood. Thanks for all the awesome reviews! Keep them coming! I'd like to take a second to dedicate this story to my grandfather. He is currently in the ICU at Appleton Memorial Hospital and the docs aren't even really sure what's wrong with him. He's the inspiration for this story; he and my grandmother always took me camping in their RV, which, incidentally, is exactly like the one Booth and Bones are using. If you could all just say a quick prayer for him, I'd really appreciate it! C:

When Temperance opened her eyes the next morning she had no idea where she was. Sitting bolt upright she quickly assessed her surroundings.

Crappy wood paneling. Purple floral comforter. Flat pillow.

Oh yeah.

She flopped backwards onto the bed. Why had she agreed to this?

Sitting up again, she pushed back the scratchy sheets and checked her watch. 6:13. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and looked around the still-dark camper. Her eyes fell onto Booth's sleeping form. His mouth was hanging open and he was snoring quietly. He had the covers clenched under his chin, though one muscular leg was poking out from under the blankets. At the sight of his bare skin, Temperance quickly looked back down at her feet.

What to do? It didn't seem like Booth would be waking up anytime soon and there was no way she was going to be able to fall back asleep.

She hopped from the bed, squatted down, and dug through the suitcase Angela had packed for her. She threw aside the all the lacey undergarments and pulled out the sports bra. Then she searched for a T-shirt and a pair of exercise shorts that she had seen the previous night.

Now, should she change right here, in plain view of Booth should he wake up, or in the too small bathroom?

She opted for the bathroom.

After dressing, running a toothbrush through her mouth, and pulling her hair into a ponytail, she checked out the look in a water-spotted mirror over the sink. The light blue shirt was tighter than necessary. Standing on tiptoe, Temperance turned around. The black shorts suctioned to her butt.

Oh well. She had nothing else. And it wasn't like Booth was going to see.

With one last look at her sleeping partner, she headed out of the camper, gently closing the door behind her. The sky was sunny, the ground dewy. The air smelled of pine, dead leaves, and ash. Temperance stretched and set off from the campsite at a jog.

She pounded out a steady rhythm, distancing herself from Booth and the camper with each footfall. She just needed to think a little.

So her she was in the middle of nowhere. With Booth.

Right turn.

She, Temperance Brennan, was camping. With Booth.

Left turn.

There was something undeniably–

A raindrop hit her check.

She stopped abruptly and looked up. The previously sunny sky was now filled with ominous-looking rain clouds. Another drop hit her nose. Her shoulder. Her arm. Soon her shirt was plastered even tighter to her body. Lightning flashed across the sky.

Shit. She had no idea where the hell she was.

She turned around and began running back the way she came, traveling at a faster pace than before. A fork in the road stopped her.

Right or left?

Thunder cracked.

Shit.

"Bones?"

"Booth!" She looked around frantically.

"Bones!"

He stepped out of the right side of the fork wearing low slung jeans and what once were white socks. Water was streaming down his bare chest.

"Booth!" She ran towards him but stopped just short of reaching his outstretched arms.

"You okay?" he shouted over the now down pouring rain.

Temperance nodded. A look of relief flooded his face.

Booth pulled her close to his side and together they walked back towards the campsite. Temperance didn't even care that he was touching her. She was cold, wet, and hungry and she just wanted to go home.

Except she couldn't.

When they arrived back at the camper, Booth opened the door for her, then followed her inside. Temperance moved out of his way and went to stand in the kitchen. A puddle soon formed at her feet.

Booth grinned at her.

She crossed her arms over her chest. "How did you find me?"

"You really scared the crap outta me, you know. When I woke up and you were gone." He shuddered. "I came to find you as soon as I noticed you were gone." He indicated his jeans and socks. "I figured someone had taken you or something."

Now he was only succeeding in making her angry. "Oh, yeah. Because I'm a woman and I can't take care of myself."

"Bones, no. It's not like that, I just–"

Temperance turned her back to him and grabbed her suitcase, intending to take it into the bathroom to change. One problem: the door was too narrow for the luggage. She repeatedly tried to shove it through, but it just wouldn't fit. She felt Booth come up behind her. He turned the suitcase and it slipped through the door. Temperance didn't thank him.

After washing in the small confines of the shower stall, drying her hair, and apply sparse makeup, Temperance reappeared from the bathroom wearing a dry shirt and a pair of jeans. And the surprisingly comfortable pink lace panties.

Booth was standing at the stove, so Temperance squeezed behind him. She set down the suitcase and seated herself at the table, taking a deep breath. She couldn't help herself. "Mmm. Something smells good."

Booth looked up at her and gave another heart-stopping gut-wrenching grin. He flipped a pancake. "Thanks." He offered no other explanation. Temperance didn't ask.

A few minutes later a steaming plate of eggs, bacon, and two small pancakes was parked in front of Temperance. The food was arranged to look like a smiley face. Booth had a similar plate, though his food did not look like a smiley. "Sorry. For earlier. You can definitely take care of yourself." With that, he dug in.

When they had finished, they sat back and looked out the window. Rain was still pounding down, no longer drops but in streams. It was so dark out that, instead of seeming like ten in the morning like it was, it looked as though it was ten at night.

"So now what?" Temperance asked. It was hard to keep the disdain out of her voice.

"Well, I did have a canoe trip scheduled for today…" Temperance shot him a horrified look. There was no way she was going canoeing in this weather. "But I suppose that's going to have to wait for tomorrow." Temperance breathed a sigh of relief. "But I'm not sure what we're gonna do now." Booth shrugged.

"We could start with the dishes," Temperance suggested.

So, they did the dishes. Then they returned to their previous spots at the table. Temperance sighed. Booth drummed his fingers on the table.

"I know!" Booth exclaimed. "We could play cards!"

With the outburst that had accompanied his suggestion, Temperance expected his proposition to be a little more exciting than cards. But, a card game was something to do, so she agreed.

Booth found a deck and returned to the table. "Kitty cards?" Temperance asked, eyeing the box, which did indeed declare 'Kitty Cards.'

"Hey don't look at me. I'm only borrowing the camper from a friend." Booth shuffled the cards and placed them face down on the table. A fluffy white kitten stared up at them. "So, what do you want to play? Kings in the Corners, Speed, Crazy Eights, Twenty-One?" Booth sounded very excited.

Temperance chose her words carefully. "I don't really know how to play any of those games."

"Do you know how to play any card games?"

She slowly shook her head.

Booth picked up and deck and shuffled. "Okay, then I'll teach you. Pick a game."

Temperance thought. "Kings in the Corners." For some reason it sounded familiar.

"Good choice." Booth shuffled a few more times, then dealt out five cards to each of them, placed the deck in the middle of the table, and arranged four face-up cards around it.

"Here's what you do." He pointed to a king that was facing Temperance. "Kings go in the corners. So put it in the corner." She did. "A black six can go on top of a red seven…" Temperance saw what he was saying and placed the six on the seven. "Now, you can play your cards in the empty spaces or on other cards in numerical order, red-black-red, or black-red-black. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Temperance thought for a second, examining her cards and the cards on the table. She nodded, laid a queen on the king, put a four and a three in one empty space, and a ten and a nine in the other. Out of cards, she showed her empty hands to Booth.

"You win."

"I think I've played this before. My brother and I…" She trailed off and Booth didn't push for her to say anything more.

They played again and again until Booth's growling stomach stopped them. He had only won twice. Rubbing his protesting stomach, he looked at his watch. "Lunch time." They eat their sandwiches quickly, eager to return to the cards.

Booth taught her how to play Speed and Crazy Eights, War and Twenty-One. Again they took a break to eat and again they returned to the cards, thunder still crashing, rain still falling.

Before she knew it, Temperance was yawning. She glanced at her watch. Now it really was ten, and it was just as dark as it was in the morning. "I'm going to bed."

"One more game?" Booth pleaded, sounding more like Parker than an adult. Temperance shook her head. She brushed her teeth, changed into the shirt Booth lent her, and crawled into her bed.

"Booth!" she screeched.

"What?" Though it was dark, the sound of his voice told her that he was already up on his bunk.

"Everything's wet!"

"Huh? Oh yeah. When I was looking for you this morning I might have opened the window over your bed. Sorry about that."

"It's not just wet. It's soaked."

"Do you want to come up here with me?"

No. Well, yes. Maybe. Oh for heaven's sake, she didn't know what she wanted.

"I can't sleep here. Too wet." There. She didn't say she wanted to, didn't say she didn't.

"So is that a yes or a no?" Damn.

"Is there anywhere else I can sleep?" Grabbing her pillow, she slipped out of the bed.

"Larry never showed me how to turn the table into a bed, so… no."

Damn again.

"There's enough room up here for like, three people. You won't even know we're sleeping together. Well, in the same bed."

Temperance made her way up to the front of the camper, using her hands to guide her in the dark.

"Please?"

"I'm right here."

"Where?" Booth flicked on a book light. "Oh." He was looking down at her. "So you gonna sleep with me?"

"No. But I am going to sleep in the same bed as you." She threw up her pillow. It hit Booth in the face.

"Oh ha ha, you're very funny Miss Brennan," Booth joked. He placed the pillow to the outside of the bed.

"How do I get up?"

"Step on the booth seat." She did. He crawled over and grabbed her by the waist, hoisting her up effortlessly. He let go of her once she was seated next to him and stared at her with intense… something. She couldn't place the look he was giving her.

"Good night, Booth." She lay down, but Booth wasn't giving up. He lowered himself down as well, but scooted close her and whispered in her ear.

"You're sleeping with me."

She shivered as his feather-light breath tickled her cheek. "Am not."

"Angela's going to love this." He was leaning in even closer now, his lips just inches from hers. She shivered again.

"Cold?" He spread his blanket over her and pressed his body to hers, running his hands up and down her sides as if to warm her, which only caused even more goose bumps to erupt across her skin. "What's this?" His hands had found the lace panties. He threw the blanket back to get a better look. "Just look at this. Bones wears–"

While the touching had been pushing it, this was going too far. "Good night, Booth."

"Fine, fine." He covered them again and turned his back to her. He still seemed so close to her. And what had all the touching been about?

Sleep took a long time to find.