A/N: Shock, horror. And before you ask, no you don't need to readjust your computer screens. After a month of not updating here is the second last chapter! School has been really busy as of late, well since February 4 when I started my final year. Homework has been my companion, the one constant in my life. Also, I've had a touch of writers block but this chapter came together while I was at home this morning in my spares. Mind you, I'm not 100% either, I've got a touch of gastro at the moment.

Anyway, this chapter was not what I had in mind, but my muse sent me in another direction. All writers can relate.

Also, I would like to give a personal thanks to all those who read, alerted and reviewed my Valentine's Day one-shot Love in the Lust I received numerous emails from that and by far it has been my most well perceived once and it gave me a huge confidence boost. If you haven't read it, I would suggest you do so, because I still read it in my word document and even trick myself in it as to which way it goes.

Okay, I'll stop by blabbering now - I'm sure you haven't missed that. Here, is our second last chapter -tear-.

Yield

A week passed seemingly quickly and with little time spent away from exploring each others bodies, Brennan and Booth had finally come to rest at around three o'clock Saturday morning. When dawn rolled in, it was accompanied by a light, but persistent drizzle of spring rain that lasted most of the morning. However, neither the anthropologist nor the sniper-trained FBI agent noticed as they slept; their bodies cuddled into each other, and their chorusing snores synchronizing a harmony to go with the melody of rain.

Booth didn't know what time it was when he finally woke, but he knew he was sleeping alone. If it wasn't for the fact the space next to him was empty and cold, it would have only taken seconds for him to realise Brennan wasn't next to him. He'd become used to her languid body becoming draped over his own, or so far away from him that you could fit a third body in the queen-sized mattress.

With no headboard to pull himself up again, Booth sat forward and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Yawning, he threw the blankets from his next to naked body and stepped over to the pile of clothes he'd left on the floor from the night before. Grabbing a hoodie from his duffle bag, Booth threw it over his body for some extra warmth against the morning chill before stepping from the bedroom and making his way through the cabin to where the smell of coffee was growing stronger.

Letting a smile ghost onto his lips, Booth stopped and took notice of Brennan in the kitchen. Her back was to him, but he could sense the happiness in her posture. Not wanting to startle her, Booth walked over, his footsteps noticeable against the floor and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Morning." She hummed, her head falling back to rest on his shoulder as a peppering of kisses were had against her jaw.

"Morning." He replied, snaking a hand up her stomach to cup her left breast. "Come midnight, you won't know what's hit you, baby."

"Technically I don't turn thirty-four until 4:38PM tomorrow afternoon." She laughed before moaning as he squeezed on her gently, a surge of arousal running through her body. "But, midnight sounds good." She squeaked as Booth's hand massaged her nipple, the friction between the lace of her bra and his fingers heightening her arousal to an intense peak.

By then, after grinding himself into her for the briefest of moments, Booth moved from behind her and over to the makeshift kettle and flicked the switch on. From the kettle, he reached into one of the cupboard and withdrew a mug. Grabbing a spoon from one of the drawers, he filled the cup with a teaspoon of sugar and coffee before waiting for the water to boil.

In the time that Booth had to make his warm beverage, Brennan glowered at him. Her hand came to rest on her hip as she turned from the stove and the cooking of her homemade granola to face him, her forehead creased in faux anger.

Turning back from the kettle and bringing the steamy cup of coffee to his lips, Booth caught sight of Brennan. "What?"

"I'll give you what." She scolded, turning to flick the stove off and move the pot from the hotplate. "You wake up and instantly arouse me, then you… then you back away like a shameless prude." In the midst of her rant, the spoon that she'd used to stir the pot had tightened in her palm as she jabbed it towards her partner.

Trying not to smirk as he'd most likely get his ass whooped by the spoon, Booth instead took a sip from his coffee, his eyes never dropping eye contact. "Look, Bones, I'm sorry." Setting the cup on the counter, he stepped over to her, reaching out a hand to touch her arm, but she flinched and stepped away from him. "Bones." His voice was a plead.

"I need to set the table for my breakfast, is that a problem?" She threw over her shoulder as she stomped from the small kitchen over to the small dining table. "You should probably go collect some firewood; the rain looks as if it will hold for the rest of the day."

"Bones." He tried again reached out to her, but again she stepped away from him. "Let me explain."

"Go. Get. The. Firewood." She said, pausing after each single word.

"You're being stubborn." Booth again reached out and quickly grabbed hold of her arm, tightening his grip when she tried to pull away.

"Get off of me!" She whispered through clenched teeth, her eyes red with fury.

"No." He answered back with just as much vengeance. "What happened before is what I want to happen every morning from tomorrow. I want to wake up, arouse you then make love to you until we're late for work. I love you, and I'll continue to love you. But you have to trust me."

Her stony glare softened. Though it was a slow process and took a couple of minutes of intensity swimming in both Brennan and Booth's eyes, Brennan finally sighed deeply, her head falling forward so she was staring at the floor.

"I do trust you." She mumbled. Brushing a piece of hair away from her face when she looked back up to him, she drew her bottom lip into her mouth, her teeth scraping over the coral coloured flesh. "However, I'm afraid of losing you once we sleep together."

"Why's that?" Booth asked soothingly.

Sighing and fiddling with the cuff of her sweater, she wanted to avoid the question but knew she couldn't. After two long breaths and a fight of deep emotions she'd tried to bury, Brennan looked up to him with glistened eyes. "All the men I've let close to me in my life have left. My father abandoned me, Russ left, my grandfather who finally got me out of foster care passed away. Michael took my virginity then said he couldn't be in a relationship with me." Wiping a falling tear away with the back of her hand, Brennan tried to smile but the muscles wouldn't allow even the smallest of smiles to grace her saddened face.

"Bones, baby. I'm nothing like Max, or Russ, or even Michael and Sully." He hushed, rubbing her back gently as she tried to regain composure.

"But you are." The whisper was fierce. "You risk your life every day. For the past month, I've been afraid to be left alone. I jump every time my phone rings. My mind has been in the darkest of places since we began this relationship. I'm not prepared for someone from the FBI to tell me you've been killed or seriously injured. I care too much about you to lose you. That's why my trust comes in spurts. I trust you more than I should."

Fresh tears leaked from the crystal blue orbs of Temperance Brennan and soaked into the faded Guns 'N' Roses hoodie her partner Seeley Booth was wearing. Clutching her tightly, Booth did all he could to support and show the love and amorality he felt towards her. By any standard, the exposure of her true feelings was enough to make him want to kiss her sweetly and take her to bed and make love to her for as long as possible, but he knew better than to do so. Instead, he held her. The seconds turned into minutes and the minutes turned into a lifetime before the tears eventually dissolved and they were just holding onto each other for the sake of being together.

"Thank-you." Booth finally whispered, his lips tenderly pressing against Brennan's left temple.

"For what?" Brennan hiccuped, her head snuggling further into Booth's chest.

"Telling me the truth. For being honest." With one hand still supporting her back, Booth bought the other hand around and under her chin, lifting her head up to face him. Slowly, he leaned forward, engaging his lips against hers. He could taste the salt from her tears and the love he knew she had for him and their life together in the future.

"I… I want you to make love to me." She whispered, anxiously.

"Bones…"

"No Booth, tomorrow we can have sex. Right now though, I want you to make love to me. I want you to show me what making love is."

"Okay." Cupping her face, Booth fused his lips back onto Brennan's as they stumbled towards the bedroom, together.