Booth stood outside his girlfriend's door and hesitated. It was six-thirty in the morning and while he had promised Bones he would come for breakfast he wasn't sure how early he was expecting him. In an hour and a half they needed to be at the Jeffersonian and he didn't want to make them late. At the same time, there was no noise coming from inside the apartment. He had tried knocking softly but there was no response and he was hesitant to ring the doorbell.
Playing a hunch he tried opening the door. It was unlocked and he shook his head and walked in. The apartment was as silent as a tomb and he could see the empty cartons that were left out from her visit from Angela. Without thinking, he began to pick up the trash and throw it away. That done, he checked the clock. Bones needed to get up now so that they would have time for her to get ready and for them to eat breakfast and still not be late for work.
Cautiously, he slipped off his shoes and crept down the small hallway, thankful that the door had been left slightly ajar. Bones was curled up on the side of the bed that he'd slept on the last time he was here and had a small smile on her face. He hated to wake her up, but he knew she would not be pleased if he let her oversleep either.
"Bones," he whispered, kneeling on the floor beside where she was sleeping, "Time to get up."
She grunted and rolled over onto her other side.
Next, he tried tapping her, but she swatted at him and remained asleep. Deciding that desperate times called for desperate measures, he climbed up on the bed beside her, cupped her face in his hands and kissed her.
To his surprise, she not only returned the kiss with fervor, but also wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself toward him. Then she began thrusting her hips into his, deepening the kiss with every movement. He groaned when her fingers made contact with his bare skin as she began reaching her hands up his shirt.
"Bones," he rasped, "We have to go to work."
"I'll be quick," she promised.
Her hands moved from his chest to his waistline and he was lost. He tore off her pajamas as she removed his pants, shorts, and shirt in quick order. The two merged into one, pleasing each other rapidly and passionately. When it was over, they basked in the afterglow.
"You came, Seeley," she whispered into his chest as he lay heaving beside her.
"Always, Temperance," he smiled, cupping her face in his hands for a tender kiss, "Though this wasn't exactly my original plan."
"Good thing you're flexible," she waggled her eyebrows suggestively, "Though I must say I've never been awakened in quite that fashion before."
"Yeah," he grinned, "You know, the prince woke Sleeping Beauty with a kiss too, but I'm pretty sure she didn't jump him."
She laid a trail of light kisses down his bare chest, "That's just a fairy tale, Seeley. This is real life."
"Yes," he agreed, sucking in a breath and trying not to think about how much her raspy, morning voice whispering his name turned him on, "And in real life we both have a morning meeting to get to very soon.
He watched her look at her clock and gasp at the time. They needed to leave in five minutes if they wanted to be on time. She leapt out of bed and threw his clothes at him from off of the floor as she scurried around to gather her own clothes.
"Why are you just sitting there, Booth?" she demanded breathlessly.
He stretched and rolled off of the bed lazily, smiling at how she switched to his surname when she was upset at him. As she scrambled around, freshening herself and putting on her makeup he slid back into his clothes and headed out to the kitchen.
Less than two minutes later she flew out of the room and was herding him out the door, acting extremely flustered.
"Do you have everything?" he asked, stopping her just before she shut the door to the apartment.
She glanced through the bag she had slung over her shoulder and nodded, taking off for the elevator.
"Bones," he called her back, pointing, "You forgot to close the door."
She hurried back and turned to leave again.
"Bones," he took her by the shoulders and turned her around to face him, "Take a deep breath. We've got more than enough time to make it to the lab. Now, lock your door and make sure that you haven't forgotten anything important."
She locked the door and looked once more through her bag, "I believe the only thing I'm missing is a lunch."
"No problem," he took her hand and led her to the elevator, "We can go to the diner."
"I may not have time to go out," she told him, "The inspection of the bones might very well take all afternoon and into the evening."
"Then I'll bring lunch by," he replied easily, "And don't even bother to tell me you won't have time for that because it won't work any better now than it has in the past."
"The first day's worth of paperwork will be horrendous," she continued as they got in the SUV and headed out.
Booth passed her the coffee he had picked up, along with a chocolate donut with chocolate icing, "Eat up," he urged.
"We should have gone back in yesterday to at least get some of the paperwork filled out," she lamented with a mouthful of food, "This could be an extremely long day."
"First day normally is- even when we do get the crime scene paperwork done ahead of time," he turned to face her as the stopped at a red light, "You know, Bones, you don't have to apologize for or try and explain your job demands to me. I've been your partner for four years now- I know the crazy office hours you keep."
That seemed to calm her down and she met his gaze, "A few of the men I've dated have had problems with the hours I keep," she explained, "I've found it very difficult to try and explained to them and even when I have been successful in explaining not many have been understanding."
"You work in a highly specialized field, Bones," Booth weaved in and out of traffic, glad that it was relatively light for once, "But believe me, if anyone gets your job, I do. I'd never make you choose me over work, or make you feel guilty for doing your job. Besides, I get to work with you when you aren't playing Bone Whisperer so I'm not complaining."
"That's the second time you've used that moniker for me," she pointed out, "Is that in reference to the Dog Whisperer?"
"Hey! You knew what that meant," he teased, "And yup, you do to bones what Caesar Milano does to dogs."
"Bones don't have to be told to be silent or to lay down," she sounded confused.
"Nope, but you can get things out of them that nobody else can," he swung the SUV up to the Jeffersonian parking lot and took his normal space.
"Thank you, Booth."
"Hey, that was Seeley talking," he winked at her, "Booth's just a dumb cop so what would he know?"
"I see," she smiled, "So you have two separate identities now?"
"Why not?" he asked, "Booth is the one you go to work with; Seeley's the one that you bed. You can be Bones and Temperance."
She shook her head incredulously, "I definitely do not understand you sometimes. So who are you now: Booth or Seeley?"
"Well, I guess I'll have to be Booth now that we're at work."
She nodded, satisfied, "Will Booth give Seeley a message for me?"
"Sure, Bones," he grinned, enjoying the conversation.
She kissed him full on the lips, "Tell him Temperance will see him after work."
She jumped out of the car and was already well on her way before he finished processing what had just taken place.
He pulled out his phone and dialed her number, watching as she paused to answer it.
"Brennan," she answered, as always not checking the caller ID.
"Hey, Bones," he said, hopping out and moving to catch up with her, "Tell Temperance I'll be waiting."
She smiled and their fingers brushed as he caught up with her. She kept a light hold on his fingertips and he didn't complain one bit.
As soon as they hit the front steps their fingers separated and it was business as usual. They had made it on time for Cam's morning meeting and Booth tried his best to listen as the pathologist briefed them on what had been done in their absence. Both Booth and Bones ignored Angela's sly looks until the artist finally realized that they weren't going to crack and gave up. Thankfully, the other squints didn't catch on and the meeting ran smoothly and was finished in under an hour.
As she had requested, the major inspection of the bones had been left for Dr. Brennan and she set right to work after the morning meeting. Knowing that he would be bored out of his mind if he hung out at the lab all day while she ran over the bones with a fine-toothed comb, he excused himself and headed over to the Hoover Building. Unfortunately, she hadn't been exaggerating about the paperwork and he knew if he would be better off getting a jump on it now before it really started to pile up.
Three hours later he was more bored than he had been during Cam's briefing and he gathered up the paperwork he still had to do and went back to the Jeffersonian.
He stopped by the forensic platform where Bones and her grad assistant were huddled over the remains and informed her that he would be in her office and would bodily drag her off of the platform if she didn't come eat the lunch he brought with him in the next hour. She waved him off and he settled himself on the couch in her office.
"Hey, Boothy," a voice cut into his work.
It was Angela, leaning on the doorframe.
"Hey," he waved.
"Was that sex in the morning that I smelled on you two at the meeting?" she asked coyly, coming in the door.
"Yes, and don't you tease Bones about it either," he leveled a finger at her.
"Booth," she got serious for a moment, "I know which things to bring up around her- and which ones to bring up with you," the teasing glint returned to her eyes, "I also know that I left a bit too late last night for you two to have a sleepover."
He nodded, satisfied, "I am a happy man."
"I'm sure you are, Dear," she patted his arm, then turned for the door, "You know," she said over her shoulder, "I always do recommend a quickie in the morning. It's nearly as good for you as a daily vitamin and way more fun!"
No sooner had Angela left, then Bones came through the door, peeling off her gloves and moving over toward Booth.
"What did Ange want?" she asked.
"She wanted to congratulate us," he said smoothly, figuring it was as close to the truth as he wanted to get.
"I'm sure," she replied, though her eyes told him she really wasn't.
"Take a load off, Bones," he invited, patting the cushion next to him.
"No thank you," she shook her head, "I need to eat and get back out to the remains."
"I'm surprised you are taking a break at all."
She ducked her I head, "I was concerned that you might follow through on your vow to bodily remove me from the platform."
"I might have too," he teased, then pointed to her desk, "Your lunch is over there.
She thanked him and they ate in companionable silence. In many ways, today was like all of the other days had been before they started dating. She ate at her desk, he on the couch- both of them poring over paperwork but enjoying the company all the same.
"I'm going back," Bones announced, coming over to the couch and laying a hand on his arm that was resting on the back of it.
"Okay, Bones," he said around a mouthful of food, "Lemme know if you find anything interesting."
She nodded, then seemed unsure of what to do next.
"Come 'ere," he gestured her to move closer.
She leaned forward and he wiped a little bit of mustard off of the corner of her mouth with his thumb.
"I love you," he whispered just before she stood back up.
She smiled shyly and nodded, then slipped her lab coat back on and headed back to the platform.
Booth stretched back out on the couch, finished his lunch, and called Cullen to see if he was needed at the Hoover building. Cullen informed him that the FBI had no new leads in the case and ordered him to stay at the Jeffersonian and get the report from Dr. Brennan first-hand.
Booth had no trouble with those orders so after he hung up, he grabbed his stack of paperwork that still remained, and settled in for a long wait.