New smutty oneshot, made special for V-day! This is what I do instead of going out on dates, and I do it for you! So, enjoy!

Slave

Eighteen year old Prince Seeley woke up feeling...strange. It was Valentine's day, the day for lovers, for flowers and romance, and yet...he had nobody.

This thought distressed the Prince more than it should have, for though he had a fairly new son, Parker, only a year-old, and whose mother refused to wed the Prince, much to Seeley's grandfather's, the King, dismay, the Prince didn't get to see the boy very much, and he would spending time with his mother on this day. The King was in a different country, and the Prince's younger brother was off with his own exotic fiance, doing Lord-knows-what.

So the Prince of Jefferson was alone on Valentine's day. Except for the many servants and slaves that worked in the castle, some of which were his friends. One such slave, his favorite, was a girl his age, Temperance. Temperance had been working for their family since she was very young, as a servant girl who simply helped out her mother, who was a cook in the kitchen. Since then, her mother had passed away and Temperance became the cook, making the most delectable meals the kingdom had ever known, with the help of her own staff, which the King had brought on by her request. He told noone this, but he looked at Temperance as the daughter he never had and wished very much that he could hire her as a full-time chef, but the law wouldn't allow it, and it wasn't in his power to change the class laws.

Seeley wished more than anything, as well, that Temperance could be part of his class, or part of a class higher than slave, but when one is born into something...

He sighed. Well, at least she could still be his friend without anybody questioning it. Most everyone in his class became friends with the help. They were the people that you trusted handling your food and dirty laundry. If you wanted something done the way specified, you had to make sure to keep them happy and cordial. People in other kingdoms questioned this theory. Why would you need to keep your help happy? Couldn't you just fire or execute them if they didn't do the job right?

Well, you could, but many of the slaves would rather die than serve an ungrateful master, and executing them for refusing service, especially when they weren't even being paid, was wasteful and quite stupid.

But Seeley sometimes wish they could be more than friends, though it was illegal. He wished that Temperance could be his wife. He would marry her in a heartbeat if he could. But the best he could get in this messed up political system was a lover and he was more than certain that Temperance would never agree to something like that. She was too respectable, even for a slave.

Plus, she probably didn't feel the same for him. After all, he was her Master, and such thoughts would be improper.

But, still, one could hope.

Seeley felt his stomach let out a long, low growl, and patted it. Time for food. He thought with a smile as he got up, out of his bed. He was only wearing a pair of sweatpants and his St. Christopher necklace. His chest was bare and for a second he thought about getting on an undershirt to wear to the kitchen, but thought better of it. With a wicked smile he walked out of his room, a plan forming in his head as he made his way to the kitchen.

HEARTS#HEARTS#HEARTS

Temperance Brennan, known as Bones by her Master, Seeley Booth, for some odd reason, sat at the counter in her kitchen, a mug of coffee cupped in her hands. She looked down into the cup, allowing the steam from the coffee to warm her face. It was one of the coldest days of the Winter, and appropriately so for such a silly holiday. Temperance rolled her eyes.

Valentine's Day. Such a foolish holiday. Meant to honor loved ones and 'that special someone'. Temperance huffed. Ridiculous. The entire holiday was just plain and simple bull.

Temperance didn't believe in monogamy and she especially resented it on this day, when couples acted as if they were meant to be together forever, when, in reality, they were almost destined to break apart the following week.

It sickened her. So, instead of venturing out into the market place on this day, she requested that her best friend, Angela, go out for her. Angela, of course, agreed, like she did every year. She loved going out into the town, watching the happy couples embracing and sharing their lives with each other. Sometimes it took her hours to do the shopping since she would just stop and watch, in awe, as the men greeted their women with flowers and candy and the women would welcome them with kisses. When she returned, with cold groceries, she would share with Temperance all the things she saw that day and Temperance, in turn, would listen with one ear as she prepared supper.

Usually Temperance tuned Angela out, but sometimes she told a very interesting story that Temperance couldn't help but smile at, despite her fore-mentioned avoidance of all things romantic.

This morning, Temperance had already sent Angela off to the market and she'd been gone at least an hour. Temperance suspected she'd be gone at least another four.

She sipped her coffee and sighed, allowing the silence of the morning to surround her.

At least until a banging on the door interrupted her thoughts. Her head shot up, her blue eyes snapping towards the door, where the face of her Master and friend, Prince Seeley Booth stuck in his head, hair still messy from sleep.

"Hey, Bones." he greeted, in a gravelly voice. His sleepy voice, Temperance recognized, with a smile.

"Good morning, Master Booth." she greeted, formally, knowing that it would annoy him.

It did. "Bones." Seeley grumbled. "I told you not to call me that. Pops is Master Booth. I'm just plain, old, sexy Booth." He shot her his signature charm smile, to which she rolled her eyes, hiding a smile. "Anyways, can I persuade you to make me some breakfast. I'm starving!"

Temperance chuckled. "You're always hungry, Booth." she laughed, standing up and walking over to the cabinets, pulling out a mug. "Coffee?"

"Of course." Booth laughed, stepping fully into the room and taking his own seat at the counter, still completely bare-chested and waiting for Temperance to turn around and notice.

When she turned around with his coffee, Temperance nearly dropped the mug.

There he sat, her Master's grandson, bare-chested, but for his St. Christopher medal, at the counter, his muscular arms folded on the counter top in front of him, smiling up at her. "Problem?" he asked, noticing the faint blush on her cheeks.

Temperance took a deep breath. "No." she said, letting the air out slowly as she continued on her way to the counter, placing the coffee in front of him. "Just thought you'd dress a bit more appropriately in my kitchen." She shot him a stern look before returning to the cupboards and pulling out the frying pan and some vegetable oil. She poured the oil in the pan and set it on the stove. Then she walked to the fridge and pulled out his bacon, which she refused to eat due to the danger of clogged arteries, but he loved despite her warnings of early death. She avoided his eyes the entire time.

Booth watched her with barely-disguised adoration as she fried his bacon, awed over the things she did for him, despite her warnings that it would eventually kill him, and her aversion to all red meat in general. His eyes raked over her thin figure, from her hair, tied up in a messy bun atop her head, to the light blue dress she wore with three-quarter length sleeves and went down to her knees. The spotless white apron she wore tied around the waist and didn't cover her chest, or the silver chain she wore around her neck, on which hung a small locket with her mother's picture tucked inside. On her feet, Temperance wore a pair of simple worn ballet flats.

Her style was simple at best, but to Booth she was the most beautiful and desirable woman in the entire kingdom. In his eyes, there was nobody better.

Booth didn't even notice when she finished frying the bacon and started on his omelet, until she'd turned around with his food on the plate and placed it in front of him. "Orange or Apple?" she asked, meaning what juice he would take that morning.

"Orange." Booth said, once he'd shaken off his thoughts. "Would you like to join me for breakfast?" He asked the same question every morning and he always received the same answer.

"I shouldn't. I have to start prepping for dinner." she said.

Booth grinned. "It's Valentine's Day, Bones. Angela's gonna be at the market all day. You don't have anything to prepare, and we both know it. Now get your oatmeal, or your vegetarian-whatever, and sit down." It sounded like an order, but Temperance knew she was free to decline if she really wanted to.

But, she didn't really want to. So, she just shrugged and started preparing her own breakfast of fresh fruit and iced tea, and sat across from Booth, still not looking him in the eye as she dug in.

Booth watched her for a few moments before he spoke up. "Bones?" he asked, curiously.

Temperance looked up, quizzically. "Hmm?" she inquired, her blue eyes shining in the dim light of the kitchen and the sun coming through the window.

"Are you okay there?" he asked.

Temperance nodded, trying to look him straight in the eye, but her gaze kept on drifting down. "Of course." she practically squeaked. She cleared her throat. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Booth grinned, noticing where her gaze kept landing. "No reason. It just seems like you're a little distracted this morning." He smiled as he saw her gaze drift down again. "Hey, Bones! My eyes are up here. 'Kay?" Temperance's eyes snapped to his face.

"Of course they're up there, Booth. Where else would they be?"

Booth grinned. Always so oblivious, Bones. He thought, wistfully to himself as he took another bite of his bacon.

Temperance speared the last piece of fruit and shoved it into her mouth, then stood up and walked over to the sink, washing out her bowl and setting it on the drying rack.

She'd planned to make a quick exit from the kitchen, with some excuse about making a bathroom run or a run to the greenhouse for cooking herbs, but when she turned around, she almost fell back into the sink at the sight of a strong, muscular chest right before her eyes. And as her eyes scanned upwards, she met the smoldering gaze of one Seeley Booth, and the look on his face stole her breath away, especially when she saw him lick his lips.

"Booth," she sighed, "what are you-" before she could finish her question, Booth's lips came down on hers in a knee-weakening kiss that just about knocked her off her feet. And she could do nothing but hold on to him, for dear life, as she kissed the air and sense out of her. When the need for air became necessary, Booth's lips untangled from hers and he rested his forehead on hers. "What...was that...for?" Temperance asked, her head swimming as she tried to regain her focus.

Booth smiled slightly. "I have no idea." Booth replied. "But I'd really like to do it again."

Temperance smiled. "I'd really like that as well." she breathed, and Booth chuckled, bringing his lips back down to hers.

Oops! It's gonna have to be a two-shot, because it's after eleven and my Dad's about to kill me for being up so late. Until tomorrow, good night! And happy Valentine's Day!S