A/N: Told ya you wouldn't have to wait long!;-)

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If he had been expecting it, he might have braced himself. But as it was, the force of the impact knocked him back a step or two. To give the man credit, he recovered quickly. One second, he was off-balance, his jaw a little slack in surprise. The next, he was strong again, holding her up, and kissing her back actively, with gusto. In some way, she hadn't been expecting this level of passion from him (just what had she4 been expecting? Nothing, really—expectations required thought), so when his tongue probed her mouth demandingly, it took a fraction of a second for her to understand and respond. But when she did, she did so greedily, sucking at his lips and tongue. If he had any thoughts of pulling away from her, he would have likely found it difficult with her fingers clamped tightly in his hair. Luckily, pulling away was not currently on his agenda.

He did try to speak, though. "Bones," he gasped, but couldn't get out more.

"Don't you say anything." She was caught between demanding and begging, but her lips did most of the work of shutting him up. Their feet were moving, unconsciously, and both were mildly surprised to find themselves in her bedroom. His fingers were clasping and releasing against the material of her shirt.

She pulled away from his kiss just long enough to say three words. "Just do it." His eyes widened. But when she pulled him back to her, he didn't argue.

The next hour passed in a blur, clothes flying, breathing heavy, no words spoken except the unintelligible vocalizations of two people in the throes of long-suppressed lust. They couldn't stay still, couldn't seem to stop. All there was in the world was the two of them, in this bed, at this moment. Exploding.

After that first time, he rolled to her side. "God, Bones…What…? That…Oh my God." Upon hearing his voice, she immediately rolled over and began to kiss him again, silencing him. Groaning, he didn't resist. After another few minutes of this, he had no idea what he was going to say anyway. Then, for the first time since this began, he heard her speak. It barely registered at first.

"Booth."

"Huh?" He was nuzzling the spot on her neck that he had just found a half-hour ago, the one that made her make that noise he liked.

"I said, what time is it?"

Well what the hell did that matter? He gave a careless glance at the clock on the bedstand. "Almost four, I guess." His mouth went back to work on her.

Her eyes flew open widely. "Almost four?"

"Yeah." He was anxious to get back to the task at hand, but he felt her begin to squirm. Not in a good way.

"You're supposed to pick Bridget up in 15 minutes!" Pulling herself from him, she crawled from the bed. She found his underwear and pants on the floor and she threw them at him. "You have to get dressed and go."

He sat up, dumbfounded. "What? No way, Bones." His shirt that she threw caught him on the shoulder, and he plucked it off. "Are you kidding me? I'm not going on that date now…"

"You have to." She pulled her own shirt over her head, covering herself. Grasping his hand, she pulled him out of bed, encouraging him to dress as well. "You can't cancel now. That would be rude." She kicked his shoes over to him. Bowled over by her frenetic behavior and the desperation in her voice, he began to slowly put on his clothes, pulling up his pants and buckling them.

"But…we just…"

"Booth." She whirled around from her frantic clothes search and looked at him wildly in the eye. "I've just been really out of sorts today and…I don't know what came over me. But now, it's time to go back to the real world."

He pulled his shirt over his head, dazed, as if in a dream. "The real world?"

"Yes," she said impatiently. She picked up his shoes and shoved them into his arms, pushing him out of the room and towards the door. "And in the real world someone is waiting for you. And you don't want to miss the concert."

"But Bones...we should talk about…"

"Booth. Please." She looked like she was going to cry, and that scared him to death. She opened the door. Reluctantly submitting, he stepped out. He looked at her with confusion…with longing. "Have a good time," she whispered. Her face was unreadable, then gone as she shut the door. He felt like a hurricane had just ripped through his life.

Behind the door, Brennan dropped her head into her hands and took a long, shuddering breath. For her, it was less like a hurricane, and more like a massive explosion. One that had left her in tiny little pieces.

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A/N: Uh oh…we have a situation. We have the people who say smut smut smut, and those who say please not so much (not to mention those who suddenly would become too young for this story). So, a compromise: this is the PG-13 rated version. There will be another version for my smut-loving friends that will go…um…elsewhere. I'll keep you apprised of where, exactly, that will be. Cool? Cool.

Update: The M version can be found in the fanfiction section of the Anti-Boneyard. Smut-loving adults, eat your heart out. Under-18'ers, don't even think about it! You've got plenty of time for all that...enjoy your youth;-)