OMG...guys wow it has been exactly a little longer than 4 months...I am such a bad bad author, but I didnt forget this story, things were just so incredibly hectic...I didnt even give you a warning, which I am so sorry for, seriously...so if you still have this on alert, here is a new chapter, and I promise I will update sooner rather than later...Thanks, R/R please :))


Although she pretended to be immune to the society's delusional views of "true love" and "the happy ending" Brennan couldn't deny that some part of her, the deeply feminine and traditional part, as small as it might be, was happily charmed when Princess Buttercup kissed her handsome prince at the end of the "The Princess Bride". And she couldn't help but smiling thinking about the similarities in her life to the fairytale version of the movie. Sure, there were no Cliffs of Insanity or 6 Fingered Men, but there was a prince charming, and hopefully there would be a happy ending.

Brennan didn't usually like thinking of a man rescuing her, she was perfectly capable of rescuing herself thank you very much, but with Booth it was almost undeniable. He had saved her in every way possible, from the beginning of their partnership all the way up to this odd limbo-like place they were wavering in right now. He'd kept her safe, or as safe as they could be, and she'd never doubted that he'd be there. Plus, he did have those chiseled good looks which usually define a handsome prince.

She snuggled into Booth's chest where they were curled up underneath a blanket together on the center of his lusciously comfortable couch. Again, she usually wasn't much of a snuggler, but she couldn't resist the feeling of Booth's strong arms around her, and the warmth that enveloped her body seconds later. He smelled sweet, and the way his fingers traced circles on her knuckles absentmindedly while they watched the movie made it impossible for her to even attempt to move away. She was sucked in.

Pulling her out of her state of bliss, Booth's lips brushed against her ear lobe as he spoke. "So did you like the movie?"

She smiled, turning towards him, readjusting so that she was sitting on his lap underneath the soft wool blanket, his hands instinctually wrapping around her waist. "Yes, although many scenarios were nearly impossible, like giant rodents, I found it extremely satisfying, thanks."

Booth grinned down at her, resisting the urge to kiss her. Sitting curled up with his partner, or lover, or whatever she was after she had nearly taken off his pants on his bed was quite a good exercise for his self control.

"Princess Bride is a classic; I can't believe you'd never seen it." As she turned her face towards him, he got a closer glimpse of the deeply bruised skin on her temple, and his stomach dropped, his hands turning into fists instinctually around her waist.

Brennan smiled lightly, trying to think of a response, but instantly after the numbing façade of the movie fell away, the only thing she could think about was the chilling voicemail from Darcy. Instead of the warm glow she'd felt radiating from the tips of her toes she felt extremely nauseous. Talk about change of heart.

Obviously she'd been in a contemplative silence for too long, as Booth squeezed her lightly around the waist to get her attention. "Bones? Hello?"



She shook her head in distress, "Sorry, my mind was somewhere else." She didn't want to worry Booth, she could handle Darcy now. It was her mess and she could definitely clean it up. All it took was a crescent kick and a good right hook.

Except Darcy is extremely strong and intimidating and he already hit me once. Easily.

"Yeah, obviously. You ok?" She looked into his warm brown eyes, and part of her longed for his solace, but she needed to finish things with Darcy once and for all. And she wasn't lying to Booth, she just needed it to be over.

I'm withholding the truth. Completely different.

She tried to smile brightly, and hoped he wouldn't see through it. She lifted her hand to his cheek, feeling the roughness where he obviously hadn't shaved. "Yeah I'm fine, don't worry."

Booth frowned, "But I'm just concerned Bones because--," She cut him off as she pulled his lips to hers, kissing him sweetly. She wouldn't have to lie if she could just kiss him. It was a win-win situation for both of them.

Although he was worried, Booth took no time in kissing her back, fisting a handful of her hair, his other arm wrapped around her waist tightly as he kissed her hotly, his tongue stroking hers, heating up the kiss, and telepathically telling her not to stop.

And for the moment, Brennan her obsessive stalker boyfriend and was lost in the lustful kisses Booth was placing on her neck, and then sucking on her collarbone, pulling at the t-shirt she was wearing. She moaned, making those whimpering noises that drove Booth so crazy.

Brennan took no time readjusting so that she was straddling him, comfortably, his hands on her hips, this time not hesitating to lift the hem of her shirt over her head before her stupid phone rung again. If they were naked, hopefully she wouldn't answer it.

Leaning down, Brennan pressed her lips to his ear while she ground her pelvis against his hips, making him groan as his arousal was obvious through his jeans. "Still worried about me?" Her voice was husky and unbearably sexy, and for the moment, the only thing Booth was worried about was taking her as quickly as possible.

He ran his hands up her sides and her ribs, up to her bra straps which he slid off her shoulders before undoing her bra clasp and letting it fall to the ground, revealing enough skin to satiate Booth for the time being.

He shook his head, "Not so much." She smiled in satisfaction as he kissed down her neck fervently.

She gasped as he nipped at her shoulders before, placing light kisses around her sternum and then taking one of her breasts in his mouth, his tongue circling her nipple, as she moaned in pleasure, arching up ward, one of her hands clasped in his hair.



"Shit Booth…" She trailed off, as he kissed her fiercely, his fingers reaching for the button of her jeans, but she stopped him.

"What?" He asked forcefully he knew, but he was so unbelievably turned on, he didn't care if the apartment was burning around him, he needed her.

"I think I'm losing clothing a whole lot faster than you," She smiled mischievously, as she reached for the hem of his sweatshirt, pulling it over his head, and biting her lip self-indulgently as she realized he wasn't wearing a shirt underneath, his tanned muscles rippling across his torso. His skin was hot from the combination of foreplay and his fleecy sweatshirt, and she ran her hands across his chest, pressing her body against his to gain the warmth.

"That better?" He asked cockily, and she didn't deny him the ego boost as she ran her eyes up and down his torso and the impressive bulge pressing against her hips.

She smiled, nodding. "Much." He silenced her, his arousal even stronger at her obvious approval, kissing her thoroughly as he reached for the button on her pants, eager to divulge both of them of the rest of the stupid clothing.

"Bedroom, now." Booth nodded, as she wrapped her legs eagerly around his hips, giving them both a greedy pressure, he kissed her heatedly, closing the door behind them, where he planned to make sure neither of them had anything to worry about for a few pleasure filled hours.

It was exactly what they needed.

Booth hadn't felt so completely satisfied in a long time. He lay in bed, the nearly full moon finely showing its face after days of rain, laying long shadows across the bed, as his beautiful partner lay with her head on his chest, the only thing shielding her body from him was the dark blue sheets that they were both entangled in.

He let his fingers trace patterns on the smooth skin of her back, as she breathed deeply, her ribs visible as she stared out the window, obviously in a deeply pensive state. But he could see the hints of a smile still playing on her lips, and he couldn't help from smile too. Making her come 3 times in an hour was definitely something to smile about.

She turned, pulling away from him slightly to push up on her elbows and face him, "What are you smiling about?"

He leaned forward, kissing her softly. "I was just thinking about you screaming my name; it sort of put me in a good mood."



She blushed, but smiled, elbowing him lightly under the sheets. Brennan felt amazingly comfortable lounging in Booth's bed with him, as if this was how they were always supposed to be. 24/7. If there was a god, she wished that they could stay like this forever. "Don't used to it buddy, I should probably get going."

She saw his face fall in disappointment, and then watched as he regained his composure quickly. "What? No don't go Bones. Its late. Stay the night."

Booth tried not to sound desperate, but he wanted nothing more than to fall asleep with her in his arms. Keep her safe. The thought of his bed empty of her, made him sick to his stomach. He had a feeling that having Temperance Brennan sleep with him was going to be addictive.

"I don't know Booth. I have no clothes…" She trailed off, trying to think of a better excuse.

He shook his head, not letting her get off that easily. "Tomorrows Sunday, you don't need clothes. Besides, I like you the way you are."

She smiled, weighing the pros and cons of the situations. Naked Booth, versus lonely drive and empty bed. It wasn't hard to judge.

"I just want you Bones." Booth's statement was so simple, but she felt her heart healing a little bit when he said it. Having someone need her and want her was so alien, that she wanted to wrap her arms around him and never let go.

She was about to open her mouth to respond, when a angry shrilling pierced the air. Booth's phone was ringing, and all of a sudden everything came rushing back in at her like a flood. Darcy's terrifying call and the pain and lying. She knew that it was probably just a random telemarketer, calling Booth, but her fight or flight instincts reacted none the less.

She shook her head, pulling herself out of his arms. "No I have to go, really." She clamored out of bed, reaching for her clothes which had been discarded haphazardly. Her heart felt like it was going a million miles a minute.

"Bones, what's wrong?" Booth looked at her in hurt confusion from the bed, and she didn't turn to look at him, knowing her heart was break if she looked into his eyes.

"I just have to go. Sorry." Finding only her jeans and bra, she threw on Booth's sweatshirt, tripping on the door frame on her way out.

"Bones, wait!" Booth was out of bed, his boxers on, trying to follow her through the apartment, but he heard the slamming of the door before he even got out of the bedroom.

He leaned against the doorframe, knowing going after her would be no use, she was probably already in her car by now. What had set her off? He rubbed his temples, praying she'd stay safe, and wondering what the hell had happened.

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