AN: This is the last chapter I have saved up. There is a good chance that the updates will slow down, especially when I look at my schedule this weekend. Hope you like the chapter and Happy Bones Day tomorrow - LESS THAN 24 HOURS NOW! Remember reviews make me write faster!

Lust

Temperance Brennan was frustrated.

Since becoming a couple that has sex, Bones and Booth had experienced many different kinds of intimacy. Obviously, at first, it was an escape from sorrow. Later, it was a way of reaffirming the decision they had made.

Since then they had spent a lazy Saturday morning in bed. They had come home from work and dinner was forsaken for dessert. They had laughed, cried and broken the laws of physics.

That may be romantic and good and all that, but it wasn't helping her now.

Booth hadn't touched her in a week.

A week.

Since they didn't do things like normal couples did, their period of 'Can't get enough of each other' ran right along with 'Pregnant and planning for the future'. It seemed like they were balancing both quite well. Usually the latter stuff, adult conversations and responsibility, was taken care of on car rides or over a meal at the diner. The former was taken care of once on a long car ride, but most usually in the bedroom, or the living room, or the kitchen counter, or the bathroom…well, you get the picture.

Temperance told herself not to worry when the former seemed to disappear 6 days ago. Last weekend they had been consumed with Parker's visit and his activities as well as taking him to look at some of the houses they were considering. Nothing to worry about.

The trend continued, but she reasoned it all away, as usual. When nothing happened on Monday, it was because it was a Monday and a long day at work. When nothing happened on Tuesday it was because they were out late at a crime scene. Wednesday, she fell asleep waiting for him to come home. When Thursday rolled around, Brennan began to worry after she received a chaste peck on the lips before he settled into sleep. So on Friday, today, after a hormonal break down, she cried to Angela that Booth didn't love her anymore.

Angela, fresh from hormone hell herself, knew this wasn't true. Seeley Booth may be many things, but first and foremost he was in love with Dr. Temperance Brennan, had been for a while, and he was a man.

However, wise and puckish Angela Hodgins nee Montenegro was, she also knew that the strong Temperance Brennan was falling prey to the body image insecurities that most women dealt with everyday. So she suggested an impromptu shopping trip.

While at the mall the women chatted about baby things and lab things and gossipy things. They talked about their men, good and bad. But mostly the good as Angela continued to weasel details out of her friend.

But most importantly, they found a lingerie store. And in this lingerie store, there was a section for pregnant women. And in that dressing room, standing in front of the mirror in midnight blue lace, Temperance Brennan got her groove back. Well, she would once she got home and shaved her legs.

So here she lay. On their bed with new 1000 count sheets. Glasses of sparkling cider sitting on the nightstand. Soft jazz music playing on the stereo. Dressed in a nightie. And where was Booth? Not here.

She had called him on her way home from shopping to ask when he thought he might be home that evening. Aside from a meeting, the day was normal and filled with paperwork, so the chance of being home at a normal time was possible.

An hour ago, when he still wasn't home, she texted to make sure nothing had come up. He said he would be on his way soon.

Well, it was almost 8 o'clock, and if he didn't get here soon she was changing into sweats. Comfort 1, Romance 0.

As she was getting up to blow out the candles, which were now almost puddles, Brennan heard the front door open. Quickly she made her way back over to the bed and lay back to wait for Booth.

When he entered the bedroom, Booth stood there agape. On the bed was a fantasy come to life. And being a man and in love with Dr. Temperance Brennan, he didn't hesitate.

Booth was on the bed and kissing her neck within seconds.

Somewhere in all of the kissing and moaning Booth realized it had been a while. He knew that certain feelings were heightened for her during pregnancy and she must have been even more frustrated than he was. He had been waiting for her to feel better, less achy and uncomfortable. He had been waiting for her to make the first move. Well, she did. And in a big way.

The following Monday Angela walked into her office and found flowers on her desk with a note.

Angela –

Thank you for Friday. Had a mind-blowing weekend. Tell Cam I won't be in today.

Bren