Disclaimer: Don't own Bones

A/N: Companion piece to Silence-actually Brennan's POV during it, hopefully you can see the parallel. Enjoy!

Need


She was here again, not even pretending anymore that this time would be the last time.

When she knocked, her heart went haywire. It always did, anxiously waiting for him to appear on the other side of the door.

In all the months she'd been doing this, he'd always opened that door. But every single time she still worried that he wouldn't answer, that he'd decided to put a stop to this madness.

Or worse, that he'd be gone. Out with someone else and no longer waiting for her.

But he was always home and tonight was no different. He stepped back to let her through and she walked in without saying anything.

What was there to say? He always knew why she was here.

He closed the door and turned to study her as she set her purse down on his table. She always did that and he always watched her, heating her up with his eyes before he even took off her dress.

Brennan couldn't help watching him either. Depending on the night, she would catch him at different stages of undress. And the way she caught him tonight was always her favorite.

Barefoot and bare-chested, wearing only his gray sweatpants. Every single abdominal perfectly defined and absolutely lickable. So gorgeous.

He looked and smelled delicious. And now she knew he tasted even better. Some nights she wanted to attack him as soon as she walked through the door and take him right on his living room floor. But she never did, because she was always too afraid. Of what, she wasn't exactly sure. Maybe of so blatantly betraying her weakness, her desperation, her need.

But that was so foolish, because her body always betrayed her anyway.

His gaze burned her as he moved forward and in one quick move pulled her new dress right over her arms, leaving her bare and exposed to him.

His lips never moved, but his eyes spoke volumes. She could hide behind the silence, but she couldn't hide from him.

Like always, he dropped the dress on the floor and wrapped his arms around her naked body. And like always, her traitorous body reacted instinctively, showing him that she was weak, that she was desperate, that she needed him.

She wrapped her legs around him and trailed kisses on his sculpted chest as he carried her to his bedroom.

He placed her on top of his comforter and stepped back to remove the few articles of clothing he was wearing. His scent surrounded her and she closed her eyes briefly as she inhaled. Seconds later she opened them again and he stood on the side of the bed, naked and incredibly aroused.

But his eyes were tormented and it made her chest hurt. She wanted to say something, anything to erase that look, but she was terrified.

Because speaking would alter their reality and she felt paralyzed with fear. Because in this reality she had him, and she didn't know what would happen once the silence shattered and they were thrust into a different one.

She needed him so much, and the need was paralyzing, making her too afraid to take the risk. Not tonight.

God, just one more night.

Her legs parted in silent invitation and he buried himself inside her body. Hard. He always understood her silent communications.

The fit was absolutely perfect. Every. Single. Time.

He swallowed her moan with his mouth as he kissed her frantically; his arms wrapped around her, holding tightly.

She met his desperation with her own, meeting him stroke for stroke and using her nails on his back.

She always marked him, and she didn't care. Because even though in the morning she'd be gone, she wanted him to remember.

She needed him to.

He was so good at pretending in the daylight. At pretending he didn't know what he did to her at night. Pretending he hadn't kissed and touched every inch of her body.

She didn't want him to forget. She wanted him to need this too.

He made her his all night long. Their combined moans speaking the things they didn't dare say out loud.

Before dawn she hovered one hand over his sleeping form, wanting to touch. But instead she slipped from the bed and left. Staying, like speaking, was one of those things that would alter this reality.

But she knew she couldn't let this continue for much longer. The need was tearing her apart.

She needed this, but she also needed him. All of him.

She couldn't lie anymore. They would have to shift realities before long.