I wished that I could update sooner, but I've had loads of final exams, which sucked. Also, I've been ill for the past three months, which also sucked. So my exams haven't been brilliant, which also sucks. See, I'm the kind of person who gets really high notes really easily. But not this time (dammit).

I changed the rating to M, but there's not going to be anything really sexual, I mean, I'm fourteen, my knowledge is skim. So you can read on without a problem, it's mostly because I still don't have a too good a grasp on rating and I don't want any problems, at all.


She kissed him… it was the first time ever that she did something without thinking, without analyzing the situation. She didn't try to rationalize things so they didn't look too bad. She didn't think of the consequences, or what this might do to their relationship. She just thought of how it felt, his lips against hers. Sure, she had felt it before... and she missed it.

She used her firm grip on his wet shirt to lift herself higher in the water, until she was higher that he was, bending down, still kissing him fiercely. He didn't seem to hold back, not when he kissed her like that.

His hands ran up slowly in the water to hold her legs, which were now wrapped around him, keeping her at her new height.

She could taste the salt from the sea water in both their mouths, but she didn't care. She felt her own wet hair sticking to her face, and she couldn't care less.

Her hand ran up to his shoulder slowly, feeling his well formed chest through the soaking wet shirt. Once she reached his neck she ran her hand through his hair.

He ran one of his hands to hold her waist, feeling her on the way up.

But then he realized what was happening.

He slowed down, until stopping and pushing her gently away.

"Bones -" her eyes were still closed, and she was still trying to kiss him. "Temperance" he said slightly more sternly, after gently kissing her back once more. "This isn't what you want" he told her, painfully, though trying to add optimism. It didn't work.

She sighed and tried to stop a tear... her chest was screaming Do it!, but she realized that he was right. I don't want this, she told herself again and again. Their partnership would be ruined for... that. She had made herself a career when all was lost, she was a respected woman and now she helped to make the world a better place, and Booth was the key in that. It wasn't worth loosing what they had... was it?

"You're right" she said hoarsely. And now she had time to be embarrassed. "I'm sorry" she whispered, looking down at her wet shirt, which now she realized that revealed too much. But Booth didn't care about that. He looked at her face.

"Don't worry about it" he said, cringing. What had he been thinking? Answer... he hadn't been thinking, not at all. Or if he had been thinking, it was about how it felt, her lips against hers. Why did he have to be so... honorable? Why did he have to tell her to stop, when that was all he had ever wanted? That was what he thought about, as they went, have swimming, half trudging, avoiding the other's eyes, back to the shore.

Booth took off his shirt once they were in the dry. He wished that he didn't have to, but it itched.

"Who'll have a shower first?" he managed to say once they had made it to their hotel room. They had had to sneak in, because the hotel wouldn't let them in looking like that.

"Hm - What?" They both cringed as they both knew that she had been looking at his chest... but only she knew that she was remembering how it had felt... "Oh, you go first. You're sandy too."

Booth looked down automatically. He wasn't sandy from a public view.

"Thoughtful." he said sarcastically as he went into the bathroom. "No lock" he said quietly, half to himself, half to tell Brennan to stay away. But what would she do, burst in? She had done it before...

Once she was sure he was on, Brennan was able to look full on bewildered. What the hell had happened? She didn't want to think about it... so she looked around desperately for something to distract herself with as she started to hear running water. Though she was terrible at ever distracting herself. She needed answers. Without thinking further she rushed for her cell phone, which was still on the floor.

"Booth, I'll be back in a while!" She rushed out of their room, clutching her cell, not waiting for an answer.

She snuck back out onto the beach... hotel security was terrible. No wonder there were dead bodies popping up anywhere. She looked out onto the sea and breathed out. The sun was further up in the sky... the sea was a deep blue now, not the orange and red color it had obtained before. And then she saw were it had happened...

"Sweetie, I'm busy now."

"Why, what time is it there?"

"Bren, there's only one hour of difference here."

"Exactly. What could you possibly be doing?"

Angela tutted through the speaker. "Why? Do you need me to do work? That's the only reason you ever call me."

Oh. So that's what it was.

Brennan took a deep breath.

"Ange, I need advice."

She heard Angela gasp.

"WHAT? You're kidding me, right."

Brennan wished she'd never asked.

"Is it about Booth?"

Why, Temperance, why? she asked herself rhetorically. And she almost never addressed herself as a third person, she then observed, in her head or outloud. But now her mind was wandering... which almost never happened.

She took another deep breath. "Yes" she said as she breathed out.

And then she heard Angela squeal.

"We... we kissed" she breathed out once more, barely hearing herself, and realizing how hard it was to admit it. Why?

Angela heard her though. Another squeal.

"Ohmygod!"

Brennan sat down in the sand, waited for the squealing to end, anxious to know what she thought, in words. She looked out to sea.

"How - How did it happen?"

"I don't know, Ange. We were swimming, and then... I don't know. I couldn't help it-"

"You kissed in the sea? That's so romantic" she swooned. "And hot. Was it hot?" she didn't wait for an answer. "Wait... you're calling me, not making out with him right now. What happened?"

"I still don't know... I didn't think, I couldn't, Ange."

"That's love, Sweeite."

"I'm not in love with Booth. It was probably my libido..."

"OH MY GOD!" This wasn't a good 'oh my god', though Angela had realized that it was more than a kiss, thanks to Brennan's choice of words. "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Brennan heard her trying to calm down. "You just said that you don't know how it happened, it just did. That's what love is, Brennan." Brennan could picture her friend and shaking her head at a lost case. But... was it a lost case? But they were partners...

"Temperance?" Brennan's head swung around and she saw Ramón standing there.

"Whatareyoudoinghere?" she said quickly.

"What's who doing here?" she heard Angela say, but she ignored her and hung up.

"This is a crime scene."

"Oh, yes, it is."

Ramón frowned and looked at her.

"I see you've had a swim... the appropriate thing to do is to wear a...ah, let me see... a bañador."

"Oh, yes, I know. My partner and I fell in."

He frowned again.

"Ah, I see" he said awkwardly as he wondered how you could fall into the sea with a coast like that. Brennan saw his doubts.

"I pushed him, but he dragged me in too."

"You pushed him?"

"Yes..." now Brennan frowned, at his hopeful expression.

"Where is he right now?"

"Oh, in our room, having a shower."

"Shouldn't you have a shower?"

"I pointed out that he was sandy... see, he was buried in sand."

Ramón raised his eyebrows.

"He was buried in sand..." Brennan nodded. "But if he was sandy wouldn't it have come off in the sea? You do seem very wet, even in your hair."

"Oh, yes. But... wait, I don't think Booth would appreciate us talking about this."

Ramón's eyebrows raised higher than ever before as he watched her walk down to the shore.

"I beg your par-"

"You know what, I need a shower too."

And Ramón frowned after her, completely and utterly confused.


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