A/N: If you all love me, you'll excuse any grammatical errors and lack of enthusiasm in this AN. It's five o' clock in the morning, I haven't slept, and I simply wrote this chapter because I couldn't sleep. So let's give me the benefit of the doubt here. xD

Thanks for everything. =]

Chapter Twenty-Five:

"Is That A Good Thing?"

Brennan put on her lab coat before she left her office, her mind one hundred percent focused on what she was doing, until Angela stopped her short.

"Sweetie," Angela's voice filled her ears as she put her hands on her shoulders and pushed her back into her office, closing the door behind them, "we need to chat."

"Ange, I really have to go find cause of death," Brennan said, going to slide past her before Angela body blocked the door, making sure she didn't have an escape route.

"Zack's taking care of that," Angela smirked.

Brennan gave up on trying to swerve past her when she realized that no matter what she did, she wasn't going to be able to pass. She let out a long sigh, her eyes scolding as she looked at her friend and made her way over to her couch.

"I doubt that whatever you are about to tell or ask me is more important than someone who was brutally murdered," she said, as Angela took her seat next to her.

"Well when Booth went to go get you to talk to the victim's wife, I remembered that huge fight the two of you got in at the banquet," Angela bit her lip, wondering if wording it that way was a little harsh, "sorry if that sounded, mean, but I didn't really know how else to say it. But anyway you left the bathroom and I didn't see you for the rest of the night."

"And?" Brennan asked.

"And, you never told me how everything went!" Angela exclaimed.

"It went fine," Brennan told her, giving her the most basic answer she could, "Booth and I are fine. Everything's done and over with. We're putting it behind us and moving forward."

Angela gave her the 'you've got to be kidding me' look as Brennan looked back at her with a questioning expression.

"Details, Bren!" She exclaimed, sitting up so her elbows rested on her knees, "what did you say? What did he say? How did the rest of the night go? Why are you holding out on me all of a sudden? You know I'm not going to tell anyone about the two of you. Not that the idea of you two devouring each other in a sweaty, passionate, frenzy isn't totally hot, but you-"

"Ange," Brennan cut her off, "can you not talk so loud. My office isn't soundproof you know. It's so easy to hear through these walls, or for someone to walk in without knocking."

Angela glared at her until she spoke again.

"I told him I didn't mean what I said about monogamy, and we just talked it over and sorted it out. Then we kissed, outside to make sure no one saw us, and then we went home."

"And?"

"And nothing. We went home. End of the night."

"I'm not buying it. What happened? You went home and you just went to sleep?"

"We had sex, but I don't see how that pertains to anything."

Angela had a bright smile on her face .

"Of course it 'pertains' to the conversations, sweetie," Angela explained, "you see, Brennan, there are different degrees of forgiveness. There's the 'I'm willing to let it go, but I'm still kind of mad' type of forgiveness, the 'you're forgiven, now let's not fight anymore' forgiveness, and the 'I forgive you, now take me to that bedroom and let me have my way with you,' forgiveness. And sweetie, Booth forgave you to the third degree."

"Is that a good thing?" A clueless Brennan asked.

"It's a great thing," Angela assured her, "hmpf, I'd love for Booth to forgive me to the third degree, but he's off the market now. If you two weren't together, sweetie I'd buy a ticket on that ride."

"You told me that already," Brennan said, "and Booth is not a ride."

"I know, it was just an expression," Angela sighed, "so how is he in bed anyway?"

"Angela!"

"What? I'm just curious!"

Brennan put her head in her hands and let out a long sigh. She loved Angela to death, but sometimes she drove her crazy with her nosiness. Angela was one of those people who had to know everything about everyone, or she would just feel hollow inside.

"He's an exceptional partner," she said plainly.

"Brennan, come on. Do you think that's going to satisfy me?"

"I was hoping it would."

Angela gave her the same look as she did a couple minutes prior, her eyes urging her to go on.

"He's very gentle and considerate. He knows the majority of my sensitive spots, and he knows just how to tease me. The bad part about that, though, is that he teases me, and then leaves without acting on it. It drives me crazy. And he's extremely dominant, but I'd guess that's because of his natural desire to always feel like the alpha male."

"He's always dominant?" Angela asked, "Doesn't that bother you?"

"Not really," Brennan shrugged, "normally it would, but with Booth, I don't really mind being submissive. I'm not really sure why. But I'm perfectly content letting him be in control."

"Is he loud?" Angela asked.

"Not really," Brennan shrugged again, "he's not silent, but he keeps it between us, which I thoroughly enjoy. It makes it that much more sexy when he's whispering and moaning in my ear, as opposed to sharing with everyone who's in screaming range."

"Hodgins is the exact opposite," Angela sounded slightly annoyed as she spoke, "he's very, vocal, for lack of a better word."

"That's not all bad though," Brennan said, "at least you know you're pleasing him."

"Do you doubt that you please Booth?"

"No," Brennan had to laugh at the question, "I know for a fact that I please Booth."

"Do you call him Booth in bed?"

"Sometimes. Sometimes I call him Seeley. It really all depends."

"And he calls you...?"

"Again, it really all depends. He, for the most part, calls me Bones, but an occasional Temperance will slip out here and there. Same with Seeley."

Angela was about to ask her another question, before there was a knock on Brennan's office door, causing them to both turn their heads towards the noise.

"It's open," Brennan called to the person who was knocking.

Booth opened the door, stepping inside and closing it behind him. Angela had to smirk, since he had no idea all the information she just got about him. He looked so innocent and oblivious in his suit and 'Cocky' belt buckle, but she now knew what Brennan knew, and that made her feel like she held the cards. She could totally black mail him into erasing some of her parking tickets for her now.

"Hey, Bones...and Angela," he smiled politely at the two girls, before he took a seat on the other side of Brennan, kissing her affectionately on the cheek to greet her, "sorry. I didn't know you had company. I could come back later."

"No, the more the happier," Brennan said.

"I think you mean merrier, sweetie," Angela laughed lightly.

Brennan just looked at her, without responding, since she knew Angela was right. Between Angela and Booth, she was used to being corrected all the time. They were so ungrateful. She tried to use sayings that they could relate to, but all the did was correct her.

"What were you two talking about? Or is it 'girl stuff'?" Booth asked.

Angela and Brennan exchanged glances, both giggling like idiots after a few seconds, as they glanced at Booth's puzzled expression, only causing them to laugh harder.

"Definitely girl stuff," Angela laughed.

"Okay, then I'll come back," Booth chuckled lightly, going to stand, before Brennan grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"No. Stay," she said, giving Angela a silent glance, telling her to get lost.

"Oh, right," Angela winked, standing up and walking over to the door, opening it and stepping out of the office, not before poking her head back in, "don't shake the walls too much."

Brennan shot Angela a dirty look.

"Love your guts, sweetie," Angela blew her a kiss before pulling the door closed.

Brennan sighed and laid back across her couch, resting her head in Booth's lap as she shifted comfortably, reaching up to play with his tie once she was settled into a comfortable spot.

"What did you need?" She asked, her eyes and hands on his bizarre tie, "did Zack find cause of death? Do we need to go question somebody?"

"No," Booth said, slipping her hair out of it's hair tie and running his fingers gently through it when it cascaded over where her head was resting in his lap, "the case is at a standstill until the Squint Squad can find a cause of death and murder weapon. We have no leads. Any other lead will have to come from how this guy died and what he was killed with."

"My team is very capable," she reminded him, even though he knew that, "they'll find something. And you know I hate when you call us the Squint Squad."

"Bones, you're not part of the Squint Squad, because you don't stay here and squint at things all the time, most of the time you're out fighting crime with your truly," Booth explained, "even though I know you'd much prefer to be squinting at bones."

"I'm the one who forced you to take me to the crime scene, remember?" She asked.

"Because you said you wouldn't work with me if I didn't," he finished for her.

Brennan nodded.

"We really didn't get along at first, did we?"

"No, we didn't," Booth laughed lightly at how they used to fight constantly, and not the playful bickering that they did now, but actual fighting, "I think that was because of the way you felt about me though. Because you had such a hard time resisting me."

Brennan had to laugh and roll her eyes playfully.

"I hated you," she assured him, "I felt no sexual attraction towards you until later."

"I know you hated me," he assured her, "you slapped me and said you were never going to speak to me again."

"Because you brought up my father," she reminded him.

"Well that was before I knew," he reminded her right back.

"Well that's why you don't say things like that until you know a person's history."

"So you're saying I should have known about your parents?"

"No, I'm just simply saying you should keep your comments about family to yourself until you know a person's full situation. And, just pointing out, we're bickering again."

Booth had to laugh at the irony. They were bickering about fighting.

"I know," he laughed softly, "but we wouldn't be Bones and Booth if we weren't bickering. Even though you're always the one who starts with me."

"I do not!" Brennan giggled, sitting up now so she could look him in the eyes, "you've started with me plenty of times. You're the one that starts more."

"Me?" Booth laughed, "you're always correcting me, and insulting my religion, and-"

He was cut off when she pressed her lips softly to his, her hands slipping behind his neck to hold him close, making sure he couldn't pull away. Booth, however, had no intentions to pull away, as his tongue traced slowly over her bottom lip, practically begging for entrance. Brennan moaned softly as her lips parted, gasping lightly in her throat when his tongue slid into her mouth without hesitation. She pressed her tongue to his, eliciting a groan from deep in his chest, getting her twice as excited as she already was, her fingers tangling tightly in his hair as they kissed.

"Booth," she moaned softly into his mouth, winding his shorts locks of hair tightly around her fingers, "Booth, please. Booth."

"What do you want?" He mumbled against her lips, knowing she got flustered and her words got jumbled when she was kissing him, so she could usually only say 'Booth' and 'please'.

"Say my name," she pleaded.

"Temperance," he whispered smoothly against her lips, causing her to wrap her arms tight around his neck, squeezing him close to her as she moaned softly against his lips.

Booth disconnected their lips only a few seconds later, hearing a whimper of protest from her throat when he did. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand to wipe away any traces of her lip gloss on his mouth.

"Not yet," he said, softly, "when we get home."

"Promise?" She asked, knowing he could be a tease sometimes.

"Yes, I promise," he assured her.

"What made you change your mind?" She asked.

Booth had to laugh at her question.

"Bones, I never didn't want to," he laughed, "do you know how much restraint it took me to say no to you before? I wanted to, but I knew we had to get to work and catch this murderer. I was going to tell you that we'd resume later, but I didn't want you to be distracted thinking about it all day. I'm a guy, and you're my sexy squint, do the math. You really think I'd say no?"

"No," she admitted, keeping her arms locked around his neck, as she leaned close again, "but I think I want a sneak preview of what's going to come later."

"Bones," he complained, "you're making this increasingly harder."

"Just kissing, Booth, nothing more," she promised, leaning closer, "then we can finish later. Please?"

Unable to resist her begging, Booth leaned in and pressed his lips back to hers, as she melted into his arms in satisfaction that she felt his lips on her once more. Ever since that morning, all she could think about was him, and the talk she was having with Angela made the craving just that much more unbearable. After only a few seconds of kissing, she broke the kiss, barely giving him a chance to breath before she unbuttoned her lab coat, stretching out her neck to urge him on.

"Bones, you're taking off your clothes now," he reminded her, "just kissing."

"I want you to kiss me," she pointed to the top of her chest, right under her collarbone, "right here."

Obeying her wishes, Booth leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her chest. She held his head close, feeling a moan in deep in her throat as he kissed where she asked him to, stretching out a little more to urge him lower.

"Bones," his tone was warning.

"Please," she whispered, anger boiling inside her when she heard a knock on her door, ignoring the knocking as she pushed the camisole that she was wearing under her v-neck shirt down a little bit to give him room, "don't stop," she whispered in his ear.

The knocking grew louder and slightly more impatient as Booth kissed where she had instructed him to, making sure not to tread into any dangerous territories.

"I'll be out in a few minute," she called to the person knocking, burying her face in his hair to let out a soft moan of pleasure as she tangled her fingers into his hair.

The knocking didn't stop, and Brennan made sure that Booth didn't either. She drew in a slow breath, making sure it was inaudible to the person at the door as she called to them again.

"Just a minute," she called to them, her breathing slightly erratic.

The person outside the door knew she wasn't busy with anything important, and that she was just stalling, so instead of waiting a minute, like Brennan had asked, they just pushed the door open, catching them in the act.

I know, I know, cliffhanger, I'm sorry. I feel slightly evil now. xD