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A/N: I am trying to get these out faster, but honestly, I'm in a slump. My doctor finally gave me a diagnosis, and between the new pills and the new diet, I feel like hell. So don't worry if I have a few days between stories. I won't stop for the entire month of December like I did in November Oh, and the rating is going up to M for the next chapter, so you might want to bookmark. evil grin
New note: Sorry everyone! I don't know why it posted the wrong chapter again. Stupid computer...
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Booth gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles were white. Then he gripped it tighter. Beside him, Brennan was sleeping up against the window. She'd untied her hair, unbuttoned her jacket and kicked off her shoes. "She looked like a sweet , innocent angel when she sleeps," Booth thought. "Until she shifts and her blouse opens up."
His breathing quickened and his heart started pounding. He stared at the soft swell of her breast through the dangerously plunging neckline. His eyes snapped back to the road when a car honked at them. Brennan stirred , but didn't wake. He exhaled a breath he didn't know he was holding, and smiled.
His knuckles relaxed on the wheel as they drove in silence. His heart rate slowed and his breathing came back to normal. "Just keep your eyes on the road, Seeley," he reminded himself.
Seeley Booth was a simple man, for the most part. A good beer, a football game, and a solved case were the things that made him happy. But the one thing that made him happiest of all, was knowing that somewhere in her giant brain, Dr. Temperance Brennan cared for him.
He smiled as he drove, and missed the grin that was forming on the woman's lips beside him. She had been awake since before he nearly crashed the car. "So," she thought, "I am getting a rise out of him." The grin grew bigger. She had to stifle a giggle.
Temperance Brennan was a complicated woman, and she knew it. It was hard to make her happy, and harder still to keep her that way. She preferred to keep people at arm's length, and when they got to close, she ran. Far, and fast. So it was definitely strange to her that she had let Booth in as far as she had.
If she had admitted it to herself, she genuinely cared for him. Her discussion in the car with Angela simply rendered her numb. She'd admitted more than she'd cared to, but deep in the back of her mind, a little voice reminded her that it wasn't a heat of the moment proclamation.
She stole a glance at Booth, as the car came to a stop, and their eyes locked. He was smiling, and so was she, and they stayed, staring at each other and grinning until a horn behind them snapped them back to their situation.
"Bones," Booth said, as he accelerated, "I know you're mad at me right now, and I know you think we made a mistake." He stole a sideways glance at her. "I don't. I think we had a great night together."
She allowed a small smile to spread over her lips. "It was a good night. And I don't think it was a mistake either."
Booth turned the ignition off and opened the door. They were in the hotel parking lot.
