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Doubt


"Booth, we have a problem."

Oh shit, he thought panicking. Five months living together and already she wanted out. Shit, shit, shit.

"Bones … I …" Booth had no fucking clue what to say. "Please, don't do this."

It had been five absolutely fantastic months and he wanted at least another fifty years of this; but yet, here she was, about to crush him under some undoubtedly logical rationalization for why she wanted to leave.

"Booth, problems need to be addressed and dealt with." Her cool, rational voice made him panic but also made him just a little pissed. Because, damn it, they were good together. She was good for him, he was good for her, they were fucking good for each other. And until a week ago he'd actually thought she knew it too.

But a week ago, he'd found that damn book, the one that sent him into a tailspin of anxiety and misery, waiting for exactly this moment.

When Sex Starts Taking Over: Confronting Relationship Issues and Knowing When to Quit

Fucking A. Who the hell came up with book titles like that? He'd spent the last week trying to wrap his head around what the hell it meant, trying to figure out why she even bought the damn thing.

What kind of issues did they have? Did she think sex was taking over their relationship? Did she want less of it? The questions had tortured him for a week, each more upsetting than the last. Because, shit yes, the sex was freaking mind-blowing, but since when was that a bad thing? Was she running scared because of it? In the last week, he'd kept his hands off her, trying to give her some space; but apparently it wasn't space enough.

"Fine, just say it," he growled. And then he warned, "But I'm not letting you run." Booth scrubbed his hands over his face, trying to calm his racing heartbeat.

"Where would I run?" she asked, her puzzled tone telling him she'd taken his statement quite literally.

"No, Bones, I meant … forget it," he said, walking over to her and grabbing her shoulders. "Just tell me why, what's made you feel this way? Just talk to me."

"I am trying to talk to you," Brennan noted, resting her hands on his chest. She could feel his heat through the T-shirt and she wanted to attack him. God, this was the most he'd touched her in the past week. She had no idea what was going on but she wasn't taking one more night of this. "But you are getting quite agitated. We need to have this conversation, awkward as it may be."

"Awkward?" he nearly yelled. "No, Bones, this conversation isn't awkward, it's fucking painful."

"Well, Booth, how do you think I feel?" she said defensively. "It's upsetting for me too and you're not making it any easier."

Booth laughed bitterly. "Oh, well, excuse me for not making this any easier for you." His eyes went nearly black and he slammed her into his chest. "But you know what, Bones? No, I sure as hell not going to make this any easier for you."

"Why?" he demanded desperately. "Why is this frightening you, why are you scaring the shit out of me like this?"

He crushed his mouth to hers, running his fingers in her hair. "God, baby, don't leave," he pleaded against her lips.

"Leave?" she asked horrified, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself fully against his hard body. "What are you talking about?" But she didn't give him a chance to answer as she pushed him against the nearest wall and assaulted his lips.

"Touch me," she demanded, running her hands all over him.

Booth was trying to think past the haze of lust clouding his brain and figure out what was going on. But it was hard, so fucking hard, because he had spent the past week trying not to touch her and now all he wanted to do was swallow her whole.

"Bones … wait … no … stop," he babbled, grabbing her shoulders and trying to put a coherent sentence together.

Shit, if sex was the problem he did not want to make it worse by just letting his hormones control him. If she thought sex was taking over, Booth couldn't see how taking her against this damn wall like he was raring to do, could possibly calm any of her doubts. But why was she touching him like she wanted him to do exactly that?

He was in no way prepared for the way she wrenched herself away from him and ran into their bedroom, leaving him dazed and confused against the wall.

What the fuck? he thought bewildered, his own doubts battering him. Was she not planning on leaving? She'd sounded genuinely shocked when he mentioned it. Had he been driving himself crazy this whole week for no reason? No, she had flat out told him they had a problem, and he didn't want to hear it because he'd been certain he knew what she was going to say.

But maybe he didn't know a damn thing. Okay, Bones, time for some communication, Booth decided as he walked towards their bedroom.

He was damn well going to find out what was going on, he was going to fix it, and then … oh fuck, then he was going to go crazy; over her, under her, and every other way possible until there were no more doubts. For either of them.