Here is the next part of prom. i didnt go to mine so i'm sorry if i got anything wrong. there is smut near the end, so if you dont like that just skip it. thank you to dharmamonkey for her help :-)

the songs mentioned are "how do i live without you" (leanne rimes version) and "the way you look tonight" (michael buble version)

i dont own anything that you recognize :-(

Chapter 36

"Maybe it's a good thing Booth isn't here to see this," Angela remarks as she and Hodgins sit at their table and look out at the dance floor.

"Nah, he'd find it endearing or something," Hodgins says, chuckling at the sight before him. "He'd probably dance just as bad as her just to make sure she didn't feel bad."

"Yeah, he would," Angela laughs. "They're so totally crazy for each other."

"Almost as crazy as I am for you," Hodgins says smoothly, kissing her neck.

Angela chuckles and leans into him. Turning her eyes back to the dance floor, she straightens and releases a half groan half laugh. "Oh Bren."

"What?" Hodgins turns to follow her gaze. "What are they doing now?"

"It's called the electric slide," Brennan explains to Zack, showing him the moves with a huge smile on her face.

"This is very enjoyable," Zack smiles as he looks around. "No one else appears to be dancing like us."

"I know," Brennan says breathlessly, as the two of them had been dancing for the past three songs. "I guess they aren't skilled enough to appreciate our dance moves."

Zack smiles and holds out his fist. Brennan keeps dancing and looks at him in confusion.

"You're supposed to bump my fist with yours," he explains, still holding out his fist.

"Why?" she asks, halting her dancing.

"I'm told it's a widely acknowledged gesture of mutual success."

"Oh," she steps over and bumps his fist awkwardly and they both smile triumphantly and start dancing again.

"I love it when those two impersonate earthlings," Angela chuckles. She leans her elbow on the table and turns to her boyfriend, speaking in mock casualness. "They look like they're having fun dancing, don't they?"

"Yeah," Hodgins nods, clueless to her hint.

Angela rolls her eyes and just as she opens her mouth to tell him straight out that she wants to dance he shifts and takes his cell out of his pocket. He frowns down at the message for a second before a wide smile crosses his face and he stands.

"I'll be right back," he says, sliding in his chair.

"Where are you going?" Angela asks his departing form. "Jack?"

Back on the dance floor Brennan and Zack are still dancing away, fully enjoying themselves. Zack starts to teach Brennan how to do the Macarena though it doesn't match with the beat of the song blasting through the speakers. Around them their fellow students have a mixture of expressions, some frowning, others clearly laughing at their antics while a handful simply smile at their happy exuberance.

"Alright kids, here's a blast from the past," the DJ says over the fading music. "Grab your honey cause here's a slow one."

As the romantic music swells through the speakers, couples move close together. Brennan feels a twinge in her heart, wanting desperately to be able to dance in Booth's arms.

"Do you want to dance?" Zack asks, unsure of what else to do. With a small smile Brennan places her hands on his shoulders.

How do I get through one night without you
If I had to live without you
What kind of life would that be
Oh I, I need you in my arms
Need you to hold
You're my world, my heart, my soul

"Hey, babe," Hodgins says with a big smile, sliding back into his seat next to Angela

"Alright buddy, lets go," Angela says in a determined voice, standing up. "You are going to dance with me."

"I think you might want to see this first," he smirks pointing to the dance floor. Giving him a look through narrowed eyes she turns to the dance floor and gasps as a huge smile crosses her face.

If you ever leave
Baby you would take away everything good in my life
And tell me now

"Are you having a good time?" Zack asks in a nervous voice, uncomfortable with the dancing. "Booth was very adamant that you had a good time tonight."

"Yes, Zack I'm having a good time," she smiles slightly at him.

She frowns as he eyes go past her shoulders and widen. When he releases her and steps back she turns around to try and find what has him so captivated. Her jaw drops and she stops breathing at finding Booth walking up to her. Unnoticed by the couple, Zack walks back to the table, happy for his friends.

How do I live without you
I want to know
How do I breathe without you
If you ever go
How do I ever, ever survive
How do I
How do I
Oh, how do I live

"What are-Booth why-" Brennan tries to speak as he steps close to her, gently placing his hands on her hips. "How did you get past the security?"

"Sniper training," he says with a smirk, slowly swaying their bodies. "It trained me how to walk really, really quietly."

With a soft laugh Brennan raises her arms to hang loosely around his neck.

Without you, there'd be no sun in my sky
There would be no love in my life
There'd be no world left for me
And I, oh Baby, I don't know what I would do
I'd be lost if I lost you

If you ever leave
Baby you would take away everything real in my life
And tell me now

"Bones, you're tearing up," Booth says in concern, stopping their swaying to peer into her eyes. "What's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing," she smiles, looking around the room before resting her gaze back onto his. "Its how I hoped it would be."

With a tender smile Booth pulls in against his body. With a sigh of contentment Brennan leans her head on his shoulder, her nose nuzzling his neck.

How do I live without you
I want to know
How do I breathe without you
If you ever go
How do I ever, ever survive
How do I
How do I

Oh, how do I live

Please tell me baby

"Did you two have this planned?" Angela asks Hodgins, holding up her phone to take a picture as she watches her best friend slow dance with her boyfriend.

"Nope," Hodgins shakes his head, running a hand down her back. "I think it was a last minute thing for him."

"They look very happy," Zack comments, taking a bite of a cookie.

"Yeah," Angela's sighs.

How do I go on

If you ever leave
Baby you would take away everything
Need you with me
Baby don't you know that you're everything good in my life
And tell me now

Booth leans back and leans his forehead against hers, a small smile on his face. Slowly, he tilts his head and captures her lips with his own. Brennan closes her eyes, savoring the perfect moment. With a sigh she opens her mouth to him, reciprocating his slow strokes.

How do I live without you
I want to know
How do I breathe without you
If you ever go
How do I ever, ever survive

They separate and hold each other close as they sway to the rest of the song, oblivious to the others around them.

How do I
How do I
Oh, how do I live

how do I live without you
how do I live without you baby
how do I live...

After another slow song where the couple again holds each other close, this time joined on the floor by Angela and Hodgins, a round of faster songs start up. True to Hodgins' prediction, once Booth got over his slight shock at Brennan's freestyle dancing he joined in, exaggerating her moves only slightly. Having enjoyed himself the first around, Zack quickly joins in, following Brennan and Booth's lead. Not wanting to sit out again, and slightly tipsy from sneaking a few pulls from the limo's champagne bottle, Angela and Hodgins also join in. for a good half hour the group dances together, blind and uncaring of any kind of looks they receive from the students around them.

When the next round of slow songs start, Zack happily falls back to the table, munching on another sweet from the snack table. When Hodgins declares that he needs a break, Angela talks her way into a dance with Booth, giving Brennan a chance to rest her feet.

"Why are you so far away, future G-man?" Angela asks half way through their dance, highly amused at how much distance Booth has between them.

"You know, just keeping room for the Holy Spirit. That's all," Booth says with a shrug. "I don't any of the girls here to get ideas, you know, seeing me dance with Bones and then you. I am a one woman guy, just want them to be clear on that."

"As long as you don't kiss me, I'm sure they'll get the message," she laughs at him, wiggling her arms that are completely straight because of the distance. "I feel like Frankenstein here."

"Okay, here," Booth chuckles, taking her right hand in his left and bringing her closer. "Better?"

"Much," she smiles. Her wide smile turns softer and she tilts her head. "It was really great, you sneaking in here for Bren."

"Yeah, well," he shrugs, a little embarrassed. "I couldn't stand the thought of leaving her to dance with the kid. I mean, he's awkward enough without music and that tux."

"I'm serious Booth," she chuckles, looking into his eyes. "Its important to her, that you came, it means a lot."

"Yeah, I know," he says softly. "To me too."

As the song ends Booth steps away and brings her hand to his lips for a kiss. She curtsies with a playful wink, laughing with him as he leads her off the dance floor. Booth shakes his head as he sits next to Brennan who is bouncing in her seat in time with the beat of the hip-hop song blasting out.

"I still don't get how you can like this stuff," he smiles at her.

"It's fun!" she turns to him enthusiastically. "And anthropologically interesting as-"

"Sweetie, no," Angela stops her, leaning across the table. "Don't get into that here. We don't want a replay of our club excursion."

"Right," Brennan nods seriously before standing up. "I'll be right back."

"Where you going, babe," Booth looks up at her, grabbing her hand to halt her progress.

"To the snack table to get some cake," she explains, trying to pull away.

"Oh, Bones, sit down. I'll get it," Booth stands and tries to steer her back to her seat.

"I can get it Booth," she says stubbornly through a smile.

"I'll go with you Bren," Angela stands up, smiling down at the guys. "We'll let the boys have a manly chat."

Booth and Hodgins look at Zack for a moment before turning to each other. Angela and Brennan chuckle at their antics and shake their heads as they walk away. Reaching the table, Angela eagerly goes to one end to quickly start filling a plate while Brennan heads directly to the cake. Examining each piece for the perfect amount of icing to cake ratio, she is unaware of the three bodies that hover behind her. Making her selection with a happy smile she turns and comes face to face with Hannah Burley and the Barbies.

"Nice dress Morticia," she says laughingly as Rebecca and Tessa smirk.

"Thank you, Hannah. I'm surprised you can appreciate something classy," Brennan says, not in the mood to have the Barbies ruin her good time.

"What?" Hannah says shocked that Brennan actually said something back to her.

"I just assumed your tastes ran more towards trashier apparel because of your slutty dress," Brennan says in a matter of fact tone, pointing at the blonde's plunging v-neck and very short bright red dress.

The students gathered around them turn to watch the group including Angela as she walks up with a plate full of cookies. Hannah takes a deep breath, her blue eyes blazing at the insult. Taking a step forward she sneers at Brennan, her gaze focusing at the healing bruise covered by make-up.

"Wow, what a bruise," she says smiles as Brennan self-consciously brings her hand to her cheek. "What happened, Morticia? Couldn't satisfy your man and he got pissed? Why don't you send him my way, let him have a real woman."

"Hey!" Angela says indignantly, stepping forward to stand closer to Brennan.

"Just because you date jerks who hit you doesn't mean a wonderful guy like Booth does," Brennan says angrily, setting her plate down behind her blindly. "Besides, he wouldn't touch you with a ten foot stick as evident by the fact that he's turned you down. Twice!"

"Please," Hannah laughs mockingly, stepping well within Brennan's personal space. "I know his brother, remember? The only thing Seeley Booth has ever been good at is being a drone in the army. He's a cold-blooded killer who won't do anything in his life but fix cars. He a fucking loser!"

Without thought, Brennan pulls back her arm and slaps Hannah Burley straight across the face. staggering back, the blonde covers her burning face with a shriek, her friends standing beside her with wide eyes, clueless as to what to do while Brennan glares at the blonde. Angela drops her plate in shock, stepping forward to grab Brennan's arm to lead her away before the Barbies get over their shock.

"What's wrong?" Booth asks, standing at the sight of his girlfriend almost being dragged to their table.

"Bren just slapped Hannah Burley," Angela explains in surprised laughter.

"What?" the guys all say at the same time.

"Yeah, it was great!" Angela laughs, sitting down next to Hodgins.

"Why'd you hit her?" Booth asks her with an expression she can't quite decipher.

"She insulted you," she says with a shrug, missing his surprised smile as she picks up her purse. "Can we leave?"

"Yeah, um sure," he says, placing his hand on her back. "We probably should before security comes looking for you."

"Burley isn't going to say anything," Angela dismisses with a wave of her hand.

"How do you know?" Zack asks curiously.

"I just do," she says mysteriously.

"Okay, well goodnight," Brennan says, waving to her friends. "Thank you for dancing with me Zack."

"Bye guys," Booth nods, guiding her away by the small of her back. As they reach the fire exit door that he had used to sneak in, Brennan stops in her tracks and turns to him with wide eyes.

"We cant go through there, the alarm will go off," she says fearfully, looking over her shoulder.

"No it wont, it's broken," he says, pushing open the door and letting her walk out in front of him.

"What? How could you Booth?" she says stunned as they walk in the night air towards his car. "That is so dangerous!"

"I didn't do it, Bones. Someone I know told me it didn't work, that's all," he assures her. Wrapping his arm around her waist, his tone is a mixture of amusement and shock. "So you hit that girl because she was bad mouthing me?"

"Well, she's been strangely negative towards me since the beginning of school, but yes," Brennan says, slightly embarrassed.

"You are so hot," he growls into her ear, making her laugh.

They are a few feet from his car when the door behind them bangs open.

"Hey! Stop right there!" a loud male voice yells out.

"Shit! Get in the car!" Booth says urgently, dropping his arm from around her to dig his keys out of his pockets.

They run the remaining distance to his car, the security guard's running steps loud behind them. When she tries to go to the passenger side of the car, Booth grabs her hand to lead her to the driver's door.

"Booth hurry!" she all but squeals, hitting him on the back in her anxiety.

"I am, I am!"

Finally finding the right key, he opens the door and pushes her in, following close behind. As quickly as he can he starts the car, shifts to drive and with loud squealing of tires, peels out of the parking lot. They stay completely silent for two blocks until they reach a red light. Taking deep breaths they look at each other, slow smiles spreading across their faces until Booth snorts his laughter and they both start to crack up. They are laughing so hard it takes a honk from the car behind them to get Booth to drive again.

They are still chuckling as they enter his apartment, Booth's head on her shoulder and his arms around her waist as she steps in first. Kicking the door closed and reaching back to lock the deadbolt, Booth uses his other hand to spin her around to face him. Brennan leans into him, her curved lips finding his, both of them laughing into the kiss. After a few moments Booth pulls back, leaning their foreheads together and raising his hand to cup her cheek. Still smiling, Brennan leans into his hand, her own sliding under his jacket to feel the warmth of his skin through his thin shirt.

"Thank you," she says softly. "I know you could have gotten in a lot of trouble for sneaking in."

"You're worth it," he says seriously, pecking her lips softly and running his hand down her neck to her back. "And that was ten times more fun than my prom was."

"So you admit you had fun with us squints," she teases.

"Yeah, well it's not common to have your date beat up another girl at the prom," he teases back, smiling wider when she huffs.

"I didn't beat her up, I slapped her," she protests, stepping back and frowning slightly at him.

"Yeah, but in girl fighting it's almost the same thing," he continues his teasing.

"Girl fighting? What is that supposed to mean?" she says with a deeper frown, crossing her arms.

"Nothing, it was a joke," he holds in his chuckle, holding up his hands. "Don't go all Xena on me."

"I don't know what that means," she says as she turns to walk into the apartment fully.

She stops when she enters the living room, her gaze absorbing everything in front of her. In the middle of the room is a small table that she thinks is the nightstand from his bedroom, covered by a beautiful lace tablecloth that she has seen in his grandparents' house. There are two long unlit candles and a tall glass with a rose in it on the middle of the table. In front of the two kitchen chairs are a cloth napkin she knows are Grams' and some utensils. On the ground next to the TV is the stereo that is usually in his room, her iPod sitting in the iPod dock.

"What is this?" she asks in a low voice, her eyes zeroing in on the bouquet of daffodils sitting on one of the chairs.

"This is the surprise I had planned," Booth says, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "I was going to cook and I got your iPod so we could have our own dance, I had the evening planned. This was as far as I got before I couldn't stand it anymore and you know, changed my plans."

"What were you going to cook?" she asks curiously, turning her head to look at him.

"Manicotti," he smiles smugly, knowing her weakness for the delicious meal. She makes a soft sound of disappointment and he chuckles. "I'll make it tomorrow, baby."

"Good," she turns around, pressing her body against his and smiling suggestively. "I'm more in the mood for dessert right now anyway."

She leans up and captures his lips in a slow teasing kiss. She runs her hands up his chest and onto his shoulders under the jacket. Nipping at his bottom lip she quickly pulls the jacket down off his shoulders. She pulls back slightly and wiggles her eyebrows in an imitation of him.

With a laugh from deep in his throat, Booth tugs the jacket off his arms, loosening the cufflinks at the same time. Stepping back and still smiling she loosens his tie, sliding it off with an exaggerated move. He grabs her hips and jerks her back to his body and she gasps at the feel of his arousal. Her nimble fingers start to unbutton his shirt and he lowers his head to feast on her neck and bare shoulders. She tilts her head with a sigh, her fingers fumbling with the buttons near his stomach, feeling the muscles underneath twitching at her touch. He slowly pulls back, taking her hands in his and staring at her with smoldering eyes.

"God, baby, you look so amazing in that dress," he says in a horse voice, walking backwards to lead her to the open bedroom.

"Seeley, take off your shirt," she whispers as they enter the bedroom.

With a small smile he releases the remaining buttons and shrugs it off, his heart rate increasing at the hungry look that comes into her eyes. Stepping forward, Brennan runs her hands down his smooth chest to settle near his belt buckle. Booth grips her hips as she tilts her head and kisses his chest, moving her way up to his neck, her hands exploring every dip of his torso. With a small groan Booth turns his head to crush his lips to hers, one hand releasing her hair and tilting her head back to give him greater access to her mouth.

Both shuddering from the effects of the kiss, Booth slowly turns her around and kisses her shoulder. Gently moving her hair to the side, he removes her necklace and places it on the dresser next to him. His soft kisses move over her shoulder to the back of her neck, his warm hands sliding up her hips to the ties at the back of her dress. With sure and deliberate movements, he unties her dress, placing sucking kisses at every inch he exposes. He unzips the small zipper at the bottom and pulls down so that the material crumples at her feet.

Booth stares at she turns around, stepping out of her heels, to face him and his breathing stops. They have made love many times over the past month and he has undressed her or at least helped her undress each time. He has become used to her neutral colored cotton under garments and so is nearly knocked off his feet at the sight of the thin black and pink lace on covering her body.

"Shit, Bones. Have you been wearing this the whole night?" he asks in a gruff and awed voice, eyeing the material that looks like it will tear at the slightest tug.

"Do you not like it?" she asks self consciously, raising her hands to cover herself.

"Oh I like it," he all but growls, stepping forward and kissing her deeply.

Brennan feels her knees go weak as he hands cruise over her body, her own gliding down to his belt and quickly shedding him of the rest of his clothing. Bending over slightly, Booth's mouth finds her lace covered breast and feasts greedily, her gasps and moans causing his passion to skyrocket. Unable to take anymore, Booth sweeps her up into his arms and falls with her onto the bed. He snaps open the front clasp of her bra, her breasts spilling out. Breath ragged, he lowers his head and sucks a hardened nipple into his mouth, groaning at the sweet taste of her skin. Almost viciously, his hands tear the small triangle from her hips and his fingers find her wet core.

"God, Booth!" she cries out, arching into him.

His mouth leaves her breasts to be replaced by his hands as he kisses her savagely. Suddenly Brennan pushes him until their positions are switched. Leaning back, blue eyes locking with brown, she slowly slides onto him, biting her lip at the intense pleasure. They move together, their slow pace quickly escalating into a frenzy.

"Temperance," Booth grunts, sitting up and making their connection even deeper, causing her to gasp and cling to him.

"Booth. Seeley, I'm-oh," she pants, leaning her forehead against his.

Booth brings their mouths together just as they shatter their cries of ecstasy spilling into each other's mouths. Spent and exhausted, they collapse onto the bed next to each other. Opening their eyes to gaze at each other, the smile and Booth pulls her into his arms. He kisses her head as she kisses his chest over his heart and together they slip into slumber.

Some day, when I'm awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you
And the way you look tonight.

You're lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft,
There is nothing for me but to love you,
And the way you look tonight.

Booth wakes up to the soft sound of the music drifting into the room. Glancing over at the spot next to him he finds Brennan gone and sits up. Pulling on his pants, he pads out to the living room, stopping to lean against the wall to stare at the sight of his girlfriend before him. Dressed only in his tuxedo shirt, Brennan is reclining on the couch, the soft moonlight gleaming over the skin of her crossed legs. In her hands is the tub of strawberry ice cream and a spoon. He pushes off the wall and steps into the living room and her eyes instantly connect with his.

"Hi," she says in a soft voice, a smile playing around her mouth. "I remembered the ice cream."

"I see that. Are you sharing?" he asks with a charm smile.

With a chuckle Brennan shifts to allow him to slide in behind her. Once settled, he takes the spoon from her hand and feeds her a bite of ice cream before taking some for himself. They listen to the music in silence, eating the small tub of ice cream slowly. Bringing a bite to his mouth, a small part of ice cream falls onto an exposed part of her shoulder.

"Hmmm," Brennan hums with a smile as he leans down to clean off the offending ice cream with his mouth.

"I love you," he murmurs into her ear, kissing her neck.

"I love you," she replies, placing the tub on the coffee table and turning to snuggle into his chest.

ok, I know Booth sneaking in (and the way it happened) is cliche but i couldnt help it lol. please review :-)