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Previously: The Squints are relaxing in Hawaii, visiting the FBI Headquarters, which was rather eventful, and have now found their way to a luau at the beach of the Halekulani Hotel, where they are all getting completely drunk…

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"The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender."

Emil Ludwig

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"Did you know that there is a sixty-five percent chance of rain tonight?" Brennan said, her words slurring together a little bit.

"Really, that is very interesting. Where did you pick up that little bit of information?" Booth asked, a bemused look on his handsome face. At that moment, he, Brennan, Angela, Hodgins and Zack were sitting in the sand with several large drinks, no longer as full as they once were, and an entire plate of fresh pineapple all to themselves. It was nearing eleven thirty and most of the other luau-goers had returned to their rooms--something the Squints should've done a while ago.

"Oh," Brennan answered, "I watched the weather channel while I was getting dressed. They said that a low pressure system was moving up from the south--,"Brennan was shaking her head, "I don't know what that means but I think it means that it's going to rain real soon."

"Well, it's held out this long, hasn't?" Booth replied gazing up at the cloudy night sky. He could feel his eyes begging to close, but he strained against sleep--the sober side of his brain telling him to stay awake to watch Brennan. He knew she could be really naïve when she drank--well, she was naïve a lot but that was beside the point.

"I," Angela rose shakily to her feet, holding her empty glass in one hand and her sandals in the other, "am going to get another drink."

"I think the bar is closed," Hodgins said.

"Then I'll f--…f--…find one," Angela said--the alcohol in her system making it difficult for her to speak properly. She walked off in the direction of the hotel, a stumbling Zack at her heels. Hodgins watched them leave together and frowned. He turned to Booth and Brennan with a look of concern.

"Zack likes Angela, doesn't he?" Hodgins asked suspiciously.

"No!" Brennan exclaimed, "why'd you ask somethin' so shtupid for?"

"I bet he does," Hodgins replied ignoring Brennan, "maybe I should go with 'em, you know, just in case they go back to the room." Hodgins pushed himself off the ground. He reached his feet carefully before collapsing again in a heap on the sand. Booth reacted slowly as the man crumpled beside him.

"You okay?" Booth asked, the sound of Hodgins moaning already giving him a headache.

"Yup, I'm good; I'm okay;" Hodgins answered getting back on his feet. Without so much as a goodbye, Hodgins tripped across the sand towards the darkness into which Angela and Zack had just vanished.

With Hodgins gone, Booth and Brennan were left alone on the sandy beach to stare out at the water. At least, that's what Brennan was doing, Booth, on the other hand, couldn't drag his eyes away from the woman sitting next to him. The lights from the hotel behind them made her skin seem to glow. She looked heavenly. If only he could work up the courage to reach out and touch the satin that was her pale skin.

Booth swallowed hard, still looking at her. His fingertips itched to bury themselves in her hair--but he stilled them--even a drunk Bones could kick his ass harder than any sober guy. Even if those vibes he'd been getting from her all day were real, it was Bones, his partner, his best friend; he couldn't do anything to ruin this perfect realm of co-existence they had created--still…he couldn't stop himself from gazing over her perfect features.

She turned to look at him--a drunken glee in her eyes. She gave him a lopsided smile and sighed. As she did so she flopped back into the sand, her arms resting above her head. His first thought was not something a good Catholic boy should be thinking but his second was much more appropriate--she'll get sand in her hand, Bones won't like trying to clean that up tomorrow morning.

"Booth, there's somethin' I gotta tell ya," Brennan said, still lying on her back.

"Oh, yeah, what is it?" Booth asked, taking calming breaths, attempting to control his desire to roll on top of her and get it over with. He clenched and unclenched his fists at his sides, trying to remember that breathing was good and natural.

"I like it here…with you…you make my life comf'rtable," Brennan said happily. Booth nearly lost it when she took his hand in her own.

"I'm glad I make your life comfortable," Booth said, taking the last of his drink in one swig and breathing deeply afterward. All this--yeah, it wasn't helping him. He could feel his brain swimming with the fruity-alcohol-icy--and he knew that this wasn't going to end well for either of them if he left himself get any drunker.

"I think we should back to the room--you know--to go to bed--separately," Booth spilled out quickly, getting more embarrassed with each phrase. He stood, Bones hand still gripped tightly in his own--she, however, had not gotten to her feet, instead she had sat up, the hand he was holding raised above her head.

Blackness--that's what filled his head--interfering with his vision--he'd gotten up too quickly and now his head was swimming. He felt his knees turn to Jell-O and give way underneath him as he collapsed on top of a very soft object. When his vision cleared he recognized that object to be Bones. Well, this could be bad, Booth thought.

"Wow," she said happily, "your eyes are really brown." She breathed softly on his cheek. They stared at one another, neither moving an inch. It seemed that an eternity had passed before Booth felt something cold and wet hit his forehead. He looked up, the sky seemed to open up and rain spilled forth from the clouds that had predicted the event for hours.

Still, the pair didn't move. They looked back at each other. The world around them had disappeared. The rain was causing both of them to soak through. A flash of lightning and a crack of thunder erupted out over the ocean. Brennan blinked but still they remained staring at each other. Finally, Brennan move an inch toward Booth, when he didn't draw back, she completed the relatively short movement and placed a soft kiss against Booth's mouth and…

…he died and went to Heaven. The kiss wasn't passionate but it was still the single most exquisite thing either had ever experienced. She pulled back after a moment, her eyes closed against the world. She sighed deeply as she relaxed a little, her eyes remaining shut. Booth paused--the alcohol in his blood giving him courage--before he leaned toward her again just as…

…she passed out against him. Beautiful, Booth thought looking at the sleeping woman in his arms. Shaking his head, he slowly climbed to his feet, before picking Brennan up--holding her in his arms--and carrying her back to the hotel room.

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He was kissing her like there was no tomorrow. The people that had stood around them before had all but disappeared into the sunlight that surrounded them. There was a glistening waterfall which she could hear in the background but it didn't matter. He mattered. He was the only thing she could concentrate on. He was kissing her so everything else could wait patiently.

He was kissing her lips and then her neck and her hair. He was whispering sweet nothings into her ear and she was smiling because it felt so good to be loved. To be held like she was the most important woman in the entire world. It was nice to love someone like him.

"You know that I love you, right?" he said smiling at her.

"I love you too," she replied.

And then he was kissing her again. It was red-hot and searing into her lips, her throat, her entire body was being taken up by his kiss…and she felt like she'd die if he never kissed her like this again. She had to have him forever…

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Brennan sat straight up in bed. She breathed sharply, trying to calm herself down. It was no use; that was the third dream that she'd had like that--with Booth being the prime fixture. But that kiss, that kiss had never felt like that. It was so…real. Her head hurt like a bitch and she didn't want to keep her eyes open, but they were suddenly drawn to a small table next to her bed.

On it was enough food to feed a small country--a tall stack of pancakes--each a different style--another plate filled with Belgium Waffles and fresh strawberries, a glass of orange juice, a cup of coffee, toast, bacon, sausage, hash browns, and a smorgasbord of jams and jellies. But the thing that looked most promising was the small bottle of Aspirin sitting on the end.

I love him, she thought reaching for the orange juice and painkillers. She took two before pushing the covers off her bed and pulling the table close to her side. She didn't even know what to eat first. She cut into her pancakes and sighed at the heavenly taste. From the lounge she could hear a faint snoring. Smiling, she grabbed her tray and walked out toward the couch to investigate.

She found her partner lying on the couch, his feet resting on the table, sound asleep. He was already dressed and she smiled as she set the tray down. She carefully grabbed her coffee and waved it under his nose. Booth jerked awake in an instant as the aroma shook him awake.

"Here," Brennan said, handing him the mug. Booth looked at her and then it and then her again with a confused frown.

"I got this for you, Bones," Booth said as Brennan crossed to the other side of the table and sat down.

"I know, but you looked like you could use it," Brennan replied picking up her fork and knife and digging into her pancakes, "Thank you, by the way, for all of this."

"No problem, Bones," Booth answered, sipping the hot coffee.

"Here," Brennan passed him the plates of bacon and hash browns, "have them, I won't eat them."

"Temperance Brennan turning down food? Call the papers, alert the media!"

"Just shut-up and eat it. Besides, there's enough food here to feed a small army," Brennan snapped shoving the plate in his face.

After a moment of silent eating, Booth looked up, "Thanks Bones."

"No problem, Booth."

They smiled at one another. They continued to eat in silence, casually glancing up every once in a while to make sure the other was still enjoying the meal. Booth hadn't had breakfast that morning, figuring he should leave the room service to Brennan in case she didn't like something. He'd spent most of the morning, besides the time when he was asleep, thinking about the night before and that moment--although it felt like an hour, he knew it was only a few seconds--they had kissed.

He was being foolish. He knew that. Brennan was so drunk that she probably didn't even remember last night. But he did--he remembered it because it was the single most beautiful moment in his life. But as he sat back and watched Brennan finish off her waffles, he knew that she had no idea that it had happened, let alone what it had meant to him.

"So," Brennan began, "did I do anything I might regret last night?"

Booth smiled sadly, then it was true, she didn't remember. He steeled himself against the wave of emotions that washed over him as he looked up into her unknowing eyes--if only she could see the thoughts in his head.

"No," Booth answered, masking the sorrow in his voice.

"And this charming breakfast in bed thing--that's not like--a payment sorta thing, right?" Brennan asked hesitantly.

At this, Booth laughed out loud, "No, Bones, it's just a friendly sorta thing."

"Good, 'cause it was really good."

"I'm glad you liked it."

They smiled at one another. Booth leaned forward and took a piece of bacon, with a cheeky grin, he bit it in half. Brennan rolled her eyes and shook her head--which caused an eruption of pain in it.

The aspirin had sufficiently dulled the pain, but she could still feel the ache when she moved her head too rapidly. She put a hand over her eyes and leaned back in the chair.

"You okay, Bones?" Booth's voice was filled with a sudden concern for her. Brennan felt slightly elated by the thought that Booth cared for her wellbeing. She removed her hand and smiled--attempting to hide the obvious pain.

"Yeah, my head still hurts."

"Well, that's what you get when you go out and party-hearty for some unnumbered amount of hours."

"I don't know what that means."

"Going out and getting completely smashed."

"I don't--."

"Drunk, getting drunk."

"Oh, well, I didn't mean to, I was only intending to have a couple of drinks."

"Yeah, well, a couple turned into five."

"Five! I had five?"

"Five and a shot or two of the rum the old guy was passing around."

"Uh, now I remember why I don't drink often."

"Really, I think this look suits you. Hey, feel lucky, you only threw up once."

"I threw up on you?"

"Yeah, but don't worry, I'd already gotten you into the bathroom by the time you finished."

"Oh my god! Booth I'm so sorry. If I'd have known what would've happened--."

"What, you wouldn't have had anything to drink? Yeah right, Bones, you were letting your hair down whether I said anything or not. Which I did--…"

"You did, when?"

"After the third drink, I figured I should probably tell you to slow down. You just went and got the Rum-guy's shots and had a couple before I could stop you and gave you back the icy thing."

"Never let me get drunk again, please?"

"Sure, Bones, sure."

"What time is it anyway?"

"Seven forty-five," Booth replied glancing at his watch.

"What!" Brennan sprang from her chair, "the stupid FBI car is going to be here in fifteen minutes to take us to the morgue!"

"I didn't think breakfast was gonna take so long," Booth replied, "here, you get in the shower, and I'll get the rest of your stuff together."

Booth walked Brennan to the bathroom, assuring her that he'd have everything under control. She paused to pull some clothing out of her drawers--she was still wearing the bathing suit, tank-top, sarong combo that she'd had on the previous night--Booth thought, for the safety of relatively significant body parts, he should probably leave her in her clothes. She pulled out a flowing, knee length skirt and a pale pink top--it was one of her favorite outfits--and strode into the bathroom quickly. Her head was still aching, which would make for an interesting day at the morgue…

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TBC…in Chapter 5: "Three Bodies in the Morgue"…

A/N: Did you like? I originally wasn't planning on having this chapter in here, I was going to go right from the luau to the morgue, which made the spoiler chapter title in the last one make sense, but I changed it because this chapter just took on a life of it's own. You guys were asking for more B&B interaction and I thought you might enjoy the pure fluffiness of this particular scene, but don't worry, as soon as they get to the morgue--headaches and all--the case will really start to unfold.