A/N: Hey, look how fast I posted. =D Two in one day is pretty good for me, especially because I'm known to procrastinate. xD So, sadly, I didn't win some of you over with the hug (I tried, okay?) but, hopefully, for those of you that I didn't, this will. Well this, and the next chapter. And by the way, I practically gagged when I had to write Booth/Hannah, so don't get any wrong ideas thinking I enjoyed that. xD

And, if you haven't noticed, this chapter will be in two parts because, well, I decided I wanted it to be. =]

And, as usual, thank you all so, so, much for the feedback.

Chapter Ten

"Your lips upon my lips,

Can you just picture this?

Your fingertips on my fingertips.

Your skin upon my skin, would be the sweetest sin."

-"Sweetest Sin" by Jessica Simpson

Brennan was sitting on the couch in her office, just staring unproductively at the wall, knowing, in the back of her mind, that she should probably go do something, considering she was at work. But, for some reason, her mind was somewhere else that day. It was that damn hug. It felt so right, to be in his arms, not feeling obligated to turn it into more because of their 'agreement', but she knew she was just leading him on at that point. As much as she didn't want to, she felt bad for him. She knew this was hard for him, not only cheating on Hannah, but just having a meaningless physical relationship with her, but she continued to use him anyway. That was never what their partnership was about.

But this affair, it could be argued that it was give and take, a symbiotic relationship. She gives to him what he's wanted for years, and he gives her what Hacker can not. But, no, she knew that wasn't true. Sure, he was getting what he wanted, a physical relationship with her, but she knew she was taking much more than she was willing to give. Sex was where she drew the line with the giving aspect. And, with Booth, not only was she taking his morals, helping him cheat on a woman, something he swore he would never do, but she wanted him to love her too. She'd honestly gotten mad at him for an entire day because he said he didn't love her, but if he ever told her he loved her during one of their visit's, she'd, more than likely, leave. A hypocrite. That was what she was.

"Doctor Brennan?" There was a soft tapping on Brennan's door before Cam opened it a crack, pushing it gently the rest of the way, stepping inside. She was just going to see if Brennan was in her office, since she didn't see her anywhere else, but her intentions changed when she saw the look of distress on her associate's face, "Doctor Brennan, are you alright? You look like something's bothering you."

"I'm fine," Brennan lied, shaking her head.

Cam, not buying what she was selling, took a seat next to her on her couch.

"Are you sure?" She asked, "Because, I know I'm your boss, but we're still friends. So if there's something you want to share-"

"No, there's nothing going on," Brennan cut her off, "I'm fine, Doctor Saroyan."

"Alright," Cam still didn't exactly believe her, but knew Brennan was stubborn, and getting information out of her when she didn't want to give it was like pulling teeth, "if you change your mind..."

"I will," Brennan nodded, as Cam stood up and left her office, leaving her alone with her thoughts once again.

Brennan knew there was no way she could tell Cam. There was no way she could tell anyone, for that matter. Booth once said that what was between them was theirs, and this was definitely one of those things that had to remain 'theirs'. Not only would it be a bad idea for people to know, since word spreads fast among friends, but, honestly, Brennan didn't want anyone to know what she'd been doing. She was feeling, ashamed.

And, of course, Hannah was coming back today, meaning that she probably wouldn't see her ex-partner for another month and a half when Hannah had to go cover a story in wherever she went these days. Brennan wouldn't know. She and Hannah hadn't spoken a word to each other since the night she slept with Booth. Even though she had no concrete proof or evidence of it, she was fairly confident that Hannah hated her. And she was okay with that. Ever since Booth left her that morning to go back to Hannah, she hated her as well.

Figuring she should probably get back to work, Brennan simply let out a long sigh, pushing off of her knees and standing up, making her way into limbo, doing what she always did when she couldn't deal with something. Burying herself in limbo cases.

As much as he hated to admit it, Booth didn't enjoy work anymore. Without Brennan, it had just become boring and tedious. When he drove to question a suspect, there was no one in the car to make clueless comments, and no one for him to bicker with about nonsense. Having Brennan as a lover was all well and good, but he missed having her as a friend too. The only way he'd ever be completely satisfied would be if he could have her as both, which, she already made clear, was never going to happen.

When he opened the door to his apartment, ready to head straight for the refrigerator to get a bottle of beer and a sandwich, and spend his night watching ESPN or some stupid sitcom, he was surprised to see his girlfriend crashed out on the couch, fast asleep, until she heard the door open. Opening her blue eyes, Hannah looked up at her boyfriend, a small smile on her face.

"Hey," she said, her voice quiet and sleepy.

"Hey," Booth smiled, kneeling in front of the couch so they were at eye level, taking her hand to lace their fingers effortlessly together, "have a nice nap?"

Hannah laughed lightly, covering her mouth with her free arm to yawn, immediately bringing the hand she was holding up to her lips to kiss his knuckles softly.

"One minute, I was waiting for you, and the next minute, I was waking up," she laughed.

"Well wait no longer, my love," he smiled, leaning down to kiss her lips softly, "how was your trip, baby?"

"Terrible," she admitted.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asked.

"No, not particularly," she shrugged, gripping her boyfriend's tie in her hand to tug him closer to her, "I can think of a much better way to spend our time."

"Oh?" Booth laughed, taking her face between his hands to stroke her cheeks gently, "I was thinking we could watch a sitcom, or maybe talk about the weather."

"I was thinking something that requires much less clothing," she smiled flirtatiously, pulling him the short distance to connect their lips, letting go of his tie so she was able to thread her fingers through his hair.

Booth knew this feeling well, kissing the woman he loved, only, when she disconnected their lips to look into his eyes and smile, she didn't have that same innocent half smile, and her eyes weren't the right shade of blue, and her hair was entirely too light. Oh God, this couldn't be happening. Right now, he was about to make love to his girlfriend, the woman he chose, and all he wanted at that moment was for the petite blonde to somehow turn into Brennan. That wasn't how this affair was supposed to work. He wasn't supposed to want her when he was with Hannah.

"Seeley?" She asked, when she noticed his mind was elsewhere, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, fine, perfect," he kissed her cheek softly in assurance, "I just, had a long day at work, that's all."

"Well I hope you're not too tired for me," she smiled, smoothing her hands down his shirt covered chest, "I've been looking forward to this all day. I haven't had any sort of physical contact with a man in almost a week."

"You must be dying," he laughed half heartedly, his mind forcing itself to want her.

Just look at her, Seel. This is your hot, journalist, girlfriend. You love her.

Hannah's face looked concerned again after she laughed along with him, seeing that he was deep in thought again.

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong?" She asked, warily.

"Long day," he reminded her, taking her hand before standing up and tugging her up gently so she was standing as well, "let me take you to bed."

"Oh, you don't know how amazing it feels to hear that," she laughed.

Before he could even start toward the bedroom, the sound of his phone beeping, signaling a text message, broke the silence of the room. He silently thanked God, even though he didn't think God was really trying to help him out with his affair, and opened the phone, seeing that it was just a friendly hello from Jared and Padme. He quickly texted his brother back and closed his phone, putting it back into his suit jacket pocket.

"Duty calls," he felt horrible lying to his girlfriend, but had to get out of there.

Hannah's jaw dropped just slightly, as he took her face back between his hands and kissed the tip of her nose. He loved Hannah, he knew he did, but he didn't want to make love to her. And he knew, if he stayed in that apartment, it was going to happen.

"Now?" She asked, "It's ten o' clock."

"Some new evidence came up," it scared him how easily he was lying to her at the moment, "I have to be there."

"How long will you be gone?" She asked, "I haven't seen you in days."

"I don't know," he told her, the only honest piece of information that came out of his mouth in the entire conversation, "soon, hopefully."

"Alright," she sighed, "I'll see you later then."

"I'm sorry," Booth kissed her cheek before he let go of her face, "soon. I promise."

"Alright," she sighed once again, crossing her arms over her chest, "love you, Seeley."

Booth was already halfway out the door by the time she said the words, but he knew he wasn't far enough out that he could play the whole 'pretending he didn't hear her' card. This was all frustrating for him. His relationship with Hannah was good. He loved her, he'd told her that he loved her and he made love with her, but Brennan had to ruin all of it. She did it on purpose, he just knew it. She made it so he couldn't ever fall in love with another woman. Everybody would be second best to her.

"Yeah, me too," he responded, avoiding saying the words, before closing the door behind him and leaving the apartment.

Knock, knock, knock.

Brennan jumped when she heard the frantic pounding on her door, closing the book she was reading and setting it on the coffee table before she went to the door and opened it up. When she saw her ex-partner standing in the doorway, she didn't have to speak, just took a step back into the apartment and let him shut the door behind him. She knew enough to place her hands just slightly in front of her as he leaned in, claiming her lips with his, her hands already in position to clutch the fabric of his shirt gently, letting go only to push his jacket from his shoulders. Only a couple seconds after focusing on her lips, Booth's mouth moved to her cheek, then the line of her jaw, then her neck, leaving little, wet kisses over the skin that laid there.

Brennan didn't say a word, not wanting to ruin the moment, since, she could tell by the look on his face, that he didn't just come because he was bored, but because something was bothering him. She simply cupped the back of his neck, her head lolling back in pleasure as he kissed over her shoulders and clavicle, sliding the strap of her tank top down to her bicep to give himself more space to work with, moving her hair aside to kiss the side of her neck when he was finished for the moment, alternating back and forth. There were a few times she tried to pull his lips back up to hers, but he wasn't cooperating, so she simply let him do as he pleased.

She only took a few steps backwards, leading him towards the couch, her fingers playing absent mindedly with his hair, holding his head close to her skin, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths by this point. Pulling him onto the couch with her, she allowed him to be in control, not making any attempts to flip them over, just letting him kiss every inch of skin he could find with her still fully clothed.

All of this was seeming to get a bit intimate, but, for some reason, that didn't make Brennan uncomfortable that night. It was the hug. The one, innocent notion that blew this whole plan to hell. The hug made her come undone. Her walls came down, and she wasn't afraid to love him anymore. Well, she was still afraid, but she had come to terms with the fact that she would, no matter what she did. No matter how hard she tried to hide from it, it would always be there, as if it were mocking her. She'd always love him, and he'd always love Hannah, and it killed her.

"Booth?" She finally whispered her first words of the night, feeling his lips slow down on the hollow of her throat in response to her words. She grew slightly impatient when he didn't answer her with words. "Booth?"

"What?" He sounded frustrated, as he rested his forehead against her chest, his breathing almost as heavy as hers, "God, Bones, what? Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?"

Brennan was quiet for a couple seconds, just running her fingers through his hair, holding him close as his breath caressed her skin. Oh, she wanted this, more than words could possibly explain, and she knew he wanted it to. Not just to have sex, the way they had been, but to actually connect, to become one.

"Make love to me."