Hi readers! We've finally reached Chapter 10, haha. I'm amazed at how long this series is already. I'm already up to 56 pages in my Word document (cuz I'm putting them all in one document) and I still have 16 letters left to go!!! Thanks so much to everyone who's reading this!

Okay, so I think this one might've been the most fun to write so fun in this series. It might be my favorite so far. It completely took on a life of its own! The Angela stuff was planned, but all the Booth and Brennan stuff completely came out of nowhere! So this one is rated a strong T (betcha wanna read it now, huh?) and it's set directly after Chapter 5, the chapter where Booth and Brennan go to Europe, so it's directly after they got together. I'd suggest going back and scanning the last few lines or so of Chapter 5 just to refresh your memory.

Oh, and this chapter is dedicated to Michelle (mcsweetie11) She quit studying last night to make icons out of the cute pictures of Emily Deschanel and her boyfriend in Monte Carlo for me, and I promised to have this chapter up today for her, haha.

As always, Bones isn't mine, and I hope you all have as much fun reading this one as I did writing it!!

"I don't want to go!" Seeley Booth complained, letting the ends of his tie dangle untied around his shoulders.

"Of course you don't want to go," Temperance Brennan replied. "No one actually wants to go to these things."

"Then why are we going?" he asked as she slipped on a pair of silver heels.

"Why'd we go to that all-day partnership seminar last month?" she asked.

"My boss said we had to or he'd split us up, regardless of Sweets's recommendations."

"That's why we're going," Brennan said. "Come zip my dress up."

"No," Booth said.

"You're acting like a child!" she said.

"I don't want you to put clothes on," he protested.

"I haven't had clothes on for the last 36 hours!" she reminded him. "Please zip up this dress for me."

He stood from his seat on her bed. "They are not going to split us up if we don't go to this party."

"No, but the head of the Jeffersonian said everyone has to go. Not even Hodgins gets out of this one," she said. "They don't threaten us for no reason, and I'm pretty sure our partnership would be severed in the event of my job termination."

"Yeah," he grumbled, reaching her side. He laughed. "Okay, Bones, this definitely isn't going to work."

"What?" she asked.

"Those shoes!" he said. "You're taller than me!"

"By an inch or so," she said. "Zip."

Booth pulled the zipper slowly up the back of her dress and leaned over to kiss her neck.

"I can't wait to pull that zipper back down…slide this dress right off of you," he whispered as he curved his hands around to her stomach and slid them up her body to cup her breasts in his palms. She moaned at the mere idea of "later."

"Stop it or we'll never get out of here…" she sighed.

He dropped his hands. "Seriously, though, Bones…the shoes."

"You should like these shoes," she said, turning to tie his tie for him.

"Why?" he laughed.

"Because they put me at the perfect height to do…this," she said.

She finished tying the tie and used it to pull him to her, planting a wet, hungry kiss on his lips. Brennan smiled as his hot tongue instantly forced its way past her lips and began firmly stroking the walls of her mouth. After a few deep kisses, they pulled away.

"Change the shoes," he said.

"No," Brennan replied. "Deal with it. It won't be the last time."

"Come on! I'm the guy. I'm supposed to be taller!"

"Well, then it's a good thing no one knows we're together," Brennan said. "Besides, that is a sexist assumption."

"Yeah…what are we going to do about that?" Booth asked.

"Your antiquated ideas of gender roles?" Brennan asked.

"No," Booth said. "That fact that no one knows you and I are going together together."

"I don't know," she said, scrunching up her face. "Do we just…blurt it out? Let them find out on their own?"

"Which way involves the least amount of fuss?" he asked.

"Not telling them," she decided.

"Then, we'll do that," he said.

"Okay," she agreed. "Let's go. We're going to be late!"

"Shoes!" Booth called as she headed for the front door of her apartment.

"Get over it!" she called back.

"You said if we were dating, and I didn't like your outfit, you'd change!"

"I believe I said I'd reevaluate and either change or ignore you. In this instance, I'm choosing to ignore you. Now, come on!"

They arrived at the hall just as the head of the Jeffersonian was thanking the donors for their continued support and welcoming everyone to the event. The secret couple crept over to their table and quietly took their seats, Brennan next to Angela, Booth next to Cam.

"I'm sure you two must be jet lagged from Paris, but you just barely made it," Cam said. "Don't let that happen again."

Angela nearly did a double take as Brennan took her seat. She was wearing a flow-y pink and white dress that fell only to her knees and her hair hung loose and tightly curled around her shoulders. She looked the very definition of "all dolled up."

"You look great, sweetie," Angela said. "Parisian vacations agree with you."

"Thanks," Brennan whispered back. "You look very nice as well."

After dinner, Booth and Brennan were on the dance floor, dancing slowly in each other's arms. Booth had convinced her to dance by telling her it was the only way he'd be able to intimately touch her without giving away their secret. She craved his touch, so she agreed. As they danced, Hodgins and Sweets wandered over to the bar to meet Cam and Angela. Hodgins kissed Angela's cheek.

"We came to see if you girls would like to dance," Hodgins said.

"I would," Cam said, turning to Sweets. "Thanks."

"Daisy couldn't make it tonight," Sweets said.

"You know how to make a girl feel special," Cam quipped.

"Why the pinch-y face, Angie?" Hodgins asked.

"She thinks something's up with Booth and Brennan," Cam said.

"Like what?" Sweets asked. "They look normal to me…maybe a little more relaxed."

"She's wearing pink," Angela said.

"So? She's worn pink before," Hodgins said.

"Not to something like this," Angela said. "Pink is an Angela color. At formal events, Brennan is definitely a black and white girl. I'm more conservatively dressed tonight!"

"You are not!" Hodgins laughed, glancing at Angela's extremely low-cut sequined dress.

"I got her that dress years ago. I've never once seen her wear it…and her hair…it's down…and curled!" Angela argued. "Plus, she's dancing!"

"So?" Cam asked.

"Brennan doesn't dance. She likes it, but she doesn't do it…something about a weird development of her iliac crest."

Cam, Sweets, and Hodgins exchanged glances as Angela continued to stare at Booth and Brennan. Cam and Hodgins nodded at Sweets to say something.

"This is a sex thing, right?" Sweets confirmed. Cam nodded. "Okay…Angela, as a professional psychologist, I believe your desire to see Booth and Brennan romantically involved with one another is clouding your judgment and making you read way too much into little things that probably don't mean anything at all. Dr. Brennan just spent a week on vacation that involved no work whatsoever. She's relaxed…carefree right now."

"Okay, psychologist, so explain Booth's goofy grin," she said.

"Agent Booth has a very playful aspect to his personality, one that's often amplified when he's in the presence of Dr. Brennan."

"Whatever. Tonight, I think I'm with Brennan. I hate psychology. No offense," Angela said. She grabbed Hodgins's hand. "Let's dance."

"You're going to dance us over to them and eavesdrop, aren't you?" Hodgins asked.

Angela grinned and dragged him away from their friends.

A little while later, Booth had taken a break from dancing to go to the bathroom. He had left Brennan at their table with Cam, but when he walked out of the restroom, Brennan was leaning against the wall opposite the door. He smiled.

"I told you that you didn't have to come wait for me," he said.

A mischievous smile appeared on her face. "I didn't come to wait for you. I have a surprise for you."

"What is it?" he asked, intrigued.

"Follow me," she said seductively.

He followed her into the unattended coat room near the entrance to the party venue. He watched in awe as she locked the door and leaned against it. Brennan smiled and curled one single finger into a "come here" gesture at him. He obliged.

"Very nice surprise, Bones," he said, grabbing her face and planting a strong kiss on her lips. She pulled back quickly. "I've been dying to kiss you all night."

"That wasn't the surprise," she said in a velvety tone.

"Then where is it?" he asked, slightly confused.

She smiled, took his hand, and guided it under the bottom hem of her dress, opening her legs just enough for his hand to travel up her legs. His fingers collided with soft skin and instinctively curled into the damp hair at the apex of her thighs. His eyes grew wide as he looked up at her face. She chuckled.

"When you weren't looking, I tossed my underwear back in my drawer," Brennan smiled. "I wasn't sure if I could wait until we got back tonight."

He nearly gulped and felt his pants tighten even further as she began to guide his fingers along her slick skin. "And?" he choked.

She grinned. "I can't wait," she whispered in a deep voice.

"Oh, Bones," he said. "You are so fucking sexy."

She simply smiled an excited smile as he kissed her hard, moaning when her aggressive tongue found its way into his mouth, and withdrew his hand from her dress, fumbling with the buttons on his pants.

"So you like this surprise?" she teased as she nipped at his throat and helped him with his pants, pulling his slacks and boxers over his hips.

"Oh yeah," he said. She yelped as he picked her up, slammed her against the door, and pushed the dress up around her hips. She locked her legs around his waist, and he began scattering kisses along the v-neck of her dress. "Best." He kissed the top of one of her breasts. "Jeffersonian." Her other breast received a kiss. "Party." A kiss to the neck followed. "Ever," he mumbled, finally finding her lips.

Back in the ballroom, Angela walked up to Sweets, who was sitting at their table, missing Daisy and wishing she could've been there with him. Angela remained standing.

"Do you know where Brennan is?" she asked. "I wanna hear about Paris."

"Yeah," Sweets mumbled. "She's having sex with Booth in his SUV…they're outside."

"Really?" Angela asked, her face lighting up. Sweets immediately began cracking up.

"No, but that was wicked fun!" he laughed. "Thanks, Ange. I…I needed that."

Sweets continued laughing as Angela rolled her eyes and walked away. She briefly considered going to the parking lot, but, after realizing that would just make Sweets laugh harder, she settled on getting a cocktail instead.

In the coat room, Booth had just finished re-buttoning his pants as Brennan readjusted the top half of her dress. She looked up at Booth.

"Ready?" she asked.

He looked at her and chuckled. "We…you can't go out there looking like that."

"Is my face flushed?" she asked.

"No, but you've got some serious sex hair going on," he laughed. "I think it looks hot."

She jogged over to a small mirror in the corner of the room and groaned. "I'll never be able to fix this," she sighed. "Angela's going to figure us out with one look."

"I'm pretty sure she already suspects," Booth said, trying to fix her hair. "Playing with your hair like this just makes me want you again, you know?"

She chuckled. "I know…but our quickie took longer than I planned. We should go"

"Alright," he sighed, pecking her lips. "Let's go…did you really think your face would still be flushed?"

"You're very good at what you do, Agent Booth," she smiled, walking towards the door.

"Right back at you, Dr. Brennan," he said, playfully slapping her bottom as they left.

A little less than an hour later, Booth and Brennan were back on the dance floor, their bodies close to one another. Angela stood off to the side of the dance floor, watching them. She was really supposed to be talking to an older donor.

"Miss Montenegro?" the woman said.

"Huh?" Angela said, her eyes snapping away from her friends and back to the woman. "Oh, sorry. It's just…" Her eyes went back to Booth and Brennan. "He's totally grabbing her ass, right? I'm not just seeing things?"

"Excuse me?" the woman said, turning around to follow Angela's eyes.

"See, the woman in the pink and white dress…the guy she's with, it really looks like he's grabbing her ass from this distance, right? Hell, even if he's not, he's definitely creeping into dangerous territory…right?"

"Well…" the woman said, unsure what to say.

Booth and Brennan turned at that moment, and Angela watched as Brennan repeatedly ran her fingers through his hair, massaging the base of his neck. Angela's mouth dropped open.

Angela gasped. "Oh…excuse me."

"Sure," the woman said, startled by the artist's behavior.

Angela walked over to Brennan and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Bren, come to the bathroom with me," Angela said.

"Why?" Brennan asked as she stopped moving.

"Girls always go to the bathroom together. Come on!"

Angela grabbed Brennan's hand and sprinted off towards the women's room, dragging her best friend with her. Booth chuckled, knowing what was going on. The girls entered the bathroom, and Angela left Brennan by the sinks as she checked each of the stalls for people. Ensuring they were alone, Angela leaned against the wall and smiled.

"What is this about?" Brennan asked.

"You and Booth had sex in Paris!" Angela exclaimed. "You're involved with Booth!"

Brennan opened her mouth to protest but couldn't fight the natural smile from slithering across her face. Angela giggled.

"What did I tell you? City of love!" Angela said.

"I guess you were right," Brennan smiled. "Though, we didn't make love until our last night there."

Angela's expression turned from giddy to surprise. "Make love? You?"

Brennan shrugged and smiled shyly. "I know it's not a term I usually use, but…it's what it was."

"Wow, Bren," Angela said. "And here I thought the eventual consummation of your relationship would be hot and aggressive and involve fucking like rabbits."

Brennan laughed. "To be honest, me, too. It's not all slow and sweet, though."

"No?" Angela asked, intrigued.

"At least…it wasn't in the coat room an hour ago," Brennan laughed.

Angela gasped again. "A quickie in the coat room? I am so proud. Is this why I haven't heard from you at all in the whole two days you've been back?"

"Booth hasn't even been home yet," Brennan revealed. "This is the first time I've worn anything other than his t-shirt since we landed in Dulles."

"God, Bren, you look really happy."

She smiled. "I am."

"I've always pictured Booth being a fantastic lover…tell me that's true," Angela said.

"It's true," Brennan nodded, pursing her lips.

"And a great boyfriend," Angela continued. Brennan was silent. "He is your boyfriend, right, sweetie?"

"I don't know," Brennan said casually. Then the realization hit her. She looked at Angela. "I don't know!"

"Well, let's go find out," Angela said. Brennan nodded and started towards the door. Angela pulled her into a hug.

"I'm finally with Hodgins again…you're finally with Booth," she said. "I'm really happy for us!"

Brennan and Angela walked back into the ballroom and instantly met their guys on the dance floor.

"You look happy," Hodgins said, kissing Angela sweetly on the lips.

"Ah-huh," she smiled. She had promised to keep Brennan's secret until Brennan could find out what exactly she and Booth were doing.

"You look preoccupied," Booth said, slinging his arms around her waist.

"Angela knows," Brennan said as she began to sway with Booth.

"Is that bad? She's your best friend."

"No, it's not bad," Brennan said. "It's just…she asked if you were my boyfriend, and I…didn't know what to tell her."

"I want to be your boyfriend," Booth said honestly.

"I want to be your girlfriend," Brennan said. "But I'm not a very good girlfriend."

"You're you," he smiled. "You'll catch on quickly."

She chuckled as a wave of relief washed over her. "So what now?" she asked. "Do we tell them?"

"I was thinking we give them a show instead," Booth smirked, leaning in for a kiss. She titled her head up to meet his lips, and the newly official couple shared three swift but tender kisses. Brennan pulled back slightly, staying close to Booth's face.

"Did they all see?" she whispered.

Booth glanced behind her to find a shocked Cam, Sweets, and Hodgins and a proud and smug looking Angela. Angela caught Booth looking and shot him a thumbs-up.

"No. Not yet," Booth lied, leaning in for another kiss.

Okay, so not totally about Booth and Brennan, but I wanted a chapter were everyone found out they were a couple…and one where they themselves decided to be a couple!

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