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3 days later on a Saturday

"She's in the sun room," Zach told him as he entered the house.

Booth nodded his thanks as he watched Zach retreat to his own office. Making his way toward the back of the house he found her on an elliptical, wearing black knee-length yoga pants and a black tank top, hair in a ponytail high top her head. He watched her climb, her back to him, until she must have sensed his presence, stopped and turned.

"Hi," she greeted while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a towel.

Wordlessly, he picked her up off the machine. She clamped her legs around his waist while his hands moved up to the back of her neck, arms supporting her back. Their mouths devoured one another as he walked them over to the sofa on the other side of the room.

He laid her down where she promptly pulled off her sport top while he stripped off his jacket and t-shirt. Pulling up her legs, he tossed off her sneakers and socks, stopping to wrap his hand around her tracking bracelet.

"My yoga instructor informed me that all the young stars in Hollywood have one now."

His hands then moved to around the waistband of her yoga pants where he promptly pulled them off. Twisting her so she was sitting on the sofa, he knelt on the floor in front of her. He hooked her legs onto his shoulder, yanked her forward and brought her to orgasm using his mouth and fingers.

Standing, he wiped off his mouth with the back of his hand, he kicked off his shoes and removed his now too tight pants. She stretched herself lengthwise on the sofa, her pale skin glistening with sweat.

Climbing on top of her, he spoke for the first time since entering her house, "I've missed you."

She ran her hands through his hair and pulled him down for a kiss. Breaking the kiss, he propped himself up on his elbows and pulled her leg that had the bracelet up to his mouth.

Kissing the inside of her ankle, he asked, "does it bother you?"

"I'm getting used to it. Sometimes I forget it's even there." She ran her hands down his chest and stomach eventually wrapping her hand around his penis, "I can't, however, say the same about this."

Slowly, they made love in the sun room. When they were done he sat up and pulled her into this lap. Taking the afghan off the back of the sofa, he wrapped it around their cooling bodies.

"Am I to assume you are no longer in a monogamist relationship with Catherine?"

"She dumped me."

"Why?" Her eyes wide.

He smiled at her genuine concern. "My job was too risky for her."

"I'm sorry. I know you were hoping she would provide you with the stability you desire."

"Yah," he answered halfheartedly, eyes darting around the room. "This room is almost all windows."

"That's why it's traditionally called a sun room," she kissed his jaw.

"There's nobody working in your yard today, is there?"

"Not today," she laughed.

"Good."

"Your Puritan attitude amuses me." she moved to straddle his lap, the blanket falling down around their waists.

"I don't mind so much if someone sees us, I just don't want them using their damn cell phones and then posting it to the internet. Headline reading: FBI Agent and famous novelist slash bank robber in a naked pretzel in her sun room."

"I will agree with you on that. FBI would frown on such things."

"So I won that argument?"

"I wouldn't call it an argument, but I did concede to your point."

"Yes!" he pumped his arm and pulled her in for a long, hot kiss.

As he worked his way down her neck to her chest and breast, she wrapped her arms around his back and asked, "Stay the weekend?"

"Mmm hmm," he answered, his lips not leaving her skin.

She wiggled in his lap, "For someone your age, I find your quick recovery period quite impressive."

"What can I say, Tempe. You bring out the best in me." With that he lifted her up so he could sink back into her.

Sunday

"What are you doing?" she asked wrapping her arms around waist, pressing her cheek to his back.

He brought one of her hands up to his mouth for a kiss. "I'm looking through your music selection which appears to be all world music."

"I find it to be very soothing; especially when I am writing."

"Ugh." He continued to flip through, "Wait. Wait. What do we have here?"

"What?" She tried to move around him to look.

He held the disk high above his head, "Nope. You are gonna have to wait."

She crossed her arms, "you're behaving like a child."

"Said the girl whose pouting," he replied as he put the disk in her stereo system.

Keeping his back to her, he began to rock his hips the minute the first cords filled the room. Making rocker fingers, he turned and sang along when the lyrics started.

Well, I'm hot blooded, check it and see

I got a fever of a hundred and three

He watched as a smile formed on her face.

Come on baby, do you do more than dance?

I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded

"You're crazy," she told him.

"Crazy for you. Come on. You know the words."

She looked around as if someone might be watching and when the second verse started she sang along with him.

He took her hands in his and spun her around. They danced around the room as if they were in a mosh pit. He threw her back into a dip, but when he jerked them back up he threw out his back.

"Ow. Fuck."

"What?" her eyes wide with concern.

"My back. Shit." He tried to stretch, holding his lower back.

"Come on. Come lay on the sofa. Zach!" she shouted.

"I don't need Zach."

"Hush." She helped him lay down, propping a pillow under his knees.

"Yes, Dr Brennan?" Zach appeared in the doorway. "What happened?"

"Booth threw out his back being a Juke Box Hero."

"Did you just make a Foreigner joke?" Booth asked.

Temperance blushed, "There should be a heating pad in my bathroom linen closet, if you could please bring that down and some Tylenol."

"No problem."

"Thank you." She went over to turn off the stereo.

"Wait!"

She spun around, "What? What's wrong?"

"Can you play 'Waiting for a Girl Like You' first? Oh! Better yet, 'I Want to Know What Love Is'. In fact, that's my long distance dedication to you."

"Why would it be long distance? I'm right here?"

"Stop playing 'Head Games' with me cause it's giving me 'Double Vision'."

She laughed and did as he requested.

They spent the rest of the afternoon on the sofa in her den; him watching football, her reading and doing the Times crossword puzzle. He'd occasionally fiddle with her tracker or distract her by tickling her foot which caused her to laugh, a sound he loved. For a moment he closed his eyes and imagined they were married and this was just another Sunday afternoon.

She must have seen him, cause she asked, "What's making you smile like that?"

"Just thinking pleasant thoughts."

"Okay," she dragged out.

"You know. You, me..."

"Baby."

"You think I'm a baby?"

"No. I meant an actual child. Offspring."

"Do you want to have children?" he softly and hesitantly asked.

Placing the paper in her lap, she answered very matter-of-fact, "It's highly unlikely I will bare children. Given the amount of time I'll have to spend in prison, by the time I am released it's statistically improvable that I'll be able to conceive"

"So you do? Did."

"I should have had a progeny. It was selfish of me not to. I'm intellectually gifted, financially secure. Statistically I would have had an exceptional child. But the point is moot."

He smiled to himself regarding her ego, then told her, "There are plenty of woman who have children in their forties."

"I know. I just would have preferred to have my child in a year or two."

His heart ached for her and even thought she was trying to be very clinical, he could tell the conversation had upset her somewhat. So he joked, "Well, I could knock you up real quick and raise the baby till you get out of the big house."

She looked at him as if he was under a microscope.

"I was joking."

"Oh. Okay." She picked back up her puzzle signaling to him that it was the end of the discussion.

He ran is hand along her leg a couple times and then turned back to his game. Only problem was now his little Sunday fantasy included a child running around.

"How's your back?" she asked sometime later as the sun began to set.

"Better. It happens from time to time. Usually takes a day or two to recover."

"You should really see a doctor."

He nodded.

"But you're not going to." she squinted her eyes at him.

"I'll be fine." He kissed the arch of her foot.

"I did enjoy dancing with you. It'd been a long time."

"Maybe one day soon I'll show you all my moves," he wagged his eyebrows at her.

He tried to stand, but still felt some pain.

"I should have Zach drive you and your car home."

"I can drive."

"You can barely stand up straight. It's not a problem."

"Ugh." He knew she was right. "Fine."

Later as he lay across his back seat, he was hit with an idea.

Taking a deep breath, "Zach, I need your help."

workout:
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Booth (since we haven't dressed him yet):
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