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Previously: Dr. Long has visited Brennan again, but a little epiphany has alerted her to the fact that she does not indeed love him. Booth has forced into continuous bedrest and so, he's planning a little entertainment for the evening…

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"A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous."

-Ingrid Bergman

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She'd fallen asleep. Even with the TV blasting, Temperance Brennan had fallen asleep. Booth shook his head in sheer amazement. How this woman functioned he had no idea. She was still as beautiful, he noticed, when she slept as when she was awake. Almost more so. When she slept her mouth didn't get in the way of her beauty. He laughed quietly to himself.

She stirred and he quieted. She, however, didn't wake up. So, like the gentleman he was, and for the sake of his own ears, he turned off the television that was blaring something about tooth decay and pink elephants. He glanced back at Brennan before setting the remote down and leaving her to sleep in peace.

He walked out onto the balcony and stared over the vast expanse of the ocean before him. In the distance he could see dark clouds rolling towards them. He frowned; the clouds looked pretty dangerous. He only hoped that the hotel had a emergency generator in case the power went off.

He looked at the table to his side. Damn it, he thought, if it started to rain, he and Bones wouldn't be able to eat out here. Weighing the options in his head, he pulled the plates and silverware off the table and brought them inside. With the top clear, he lifted the small metal table and put it just inside the French doors. He added the two chairs and replaced the dinnerware. Pulling matches out of his back pocket--every good Boy Scout should have some--he lit the tall white candles on the table and stepped back.

There, he thought, that solves that problem. He sighed. Rain would put a damper on his plans for the evening, but never mind that, he think of something new to do. He'd originally thought a re-match of Trivial Pursuit might be in order, but changed his mind. He figured Brennan would get way too upset if she lost again, so he tried to think up other games for them to play.

Twister had immediately come to mind. But a voice in his head reminded him that Brennan was sore and that was why he'd forced her into bedrest. So that was out. Other board games came to mind but unfortunately the hotel was not exactly equipped to handle to adults who liked to revert back to childhood and play Candyland or Hungry, Hungry Hippos.

Sadly, he'd forgotten to pack both.

He stepped back onto the balcony and looked back out over the ocean. The clouds had moved a long distance in only a few minutes. He couldn't see any blue sky above him anymore. The clouds were dark, almost black and they seemed to be thick and full to brim with unshed rain.

Booth sighed. Okay rain, he thought, you helped me before. Let's see if we can have as equally promising results tonight. He reprimanded himself for thinking this. Brennan was happily engaged in a relationship with Dr. Long. And besides, tonight was not meant to be romantic. It was dinner, and video games, and movies and snacks. All between two friends, that was it.

Still, he felt something tight pulling at his chest when he thought of Bones and Dr. Jerk-Off together. She seemed so happy with him and yet…every once in a while…she would do something, or say something, or not, and it would give Booth the feeling that she wanted something more from their relationship…something that he was so desperately willing to give her.

Frustrated, Booth rubbed his eyes with his hand, using the other arm to lean against the railing of balcony. He let his gaze fall down to the courtyard/pool area below. He could see families sitting beside the pool. Parents, watching their kids doing jumps off the side; some brothers and sisters were pushing each other into the deeper water and laughing when they came up sputtering.

Booth smiled sadly. He loved Parker more than anything in the world, but sometimes he wished that he could've had more children. Not necessarily with Rebecca, but just more kids. He had always wanted a big family. He'd grown up with one, having three brothers and sisters, along with both of his parents.

He had this aching feeling in his heart that he'd never get to have a big family. And he had a feeling that it was Bones' fault. He wasn't stupid or naïve. He knew that if he and Brennan ever got romantically involved then there was a small chance that they'd ever get married. And when they split up, he wouldn't live the rest of his life in misery. She wouldn't be the last woman he ever dated, so her preference of not having children didn't affect him. So why was it that it seemed to?

Did he really want to spend the rest of his life Bones? Would he actually give up his dream of having a lot of children just to make her happy? Did he love her that much? He surprised himself when his inner thought answered for him. Yes.

A tiny drip broke Booth from his reverie. He looked up into the blackened sky as another droplet hit his forehead. He closed his eyes as he felt the rain wash over him, soaking through his clothing after only a few minutes. He breathed deeply, listening to the rain hitting the terracotta tiles of the balcony floor. The sound was peaceful and instantly calming.

He let the cool water wash away all the things he'd been thinking about. He just let himself get lost in the downpour. He sensed someone walking up next to him. His mind assured him that the rain had probably woken her up. She didn't say anything and he was appreciative of that. The silence was thick, as thick as the humid air that surrounded him. But the rain cut through the barrier between them, just like it cut through the oppressive weight of the air.

She still didn't speak, but she cocked her head to the side and stared at his profile. She knew every curve of his face like the back of her hand. Still, she copied every detail into her memory for later. He looked so happy. She could feel the silence building up between them but she felt no need to break it. She had never felt that way with Booth.

Without really thinking, Brennan's fingertips reached up to the side of Booth's face, just grazing his cheek. Booth felt the faint touch and opened his eyes. He caught her stare and frowned. She still said nothing. He smiled lightly. Her hand was still barely resting on the line of his jaw; he covered hers with his own and held it closer to his face, feeling the heat radiating from her palm.

After a moment, Booth realized that if he didn't move in a second, he'd probably kiss her…again. So he pulled her hand away from his face, but without releasing it, he led her back inside the suite. They stood together just inside the French doors, staring at one another.

A flash of lightening caused the lights in the room to go out. The faint music that Booth had been playing stopped abruptly. The only sound was of the rain on the floor and the breathing of the two people standing very close, framed by the thin white curtains, slowly growing heavy with water, and the rain outside.

It wasn't pitch-black yet, but there was a grayish light being emitted from the outside world. The only light in the room was coming from the candles that Booth had put on the table. But neither he nor Brennan had noticed anything but each other since they stood out on the balcony.

He was still holding her left hand and now had her other firmly in his grasp. He stared into Brennan's eyes and felt himself falling. He fell into ice and fire. That was Dr. Temperance Brennan. She was opposing elements. She was good and bad. She was perfect and flawed. Everything…

Temperance hadn't understood what happened since the moment she had stepped out into the rain. She hadn't thought things were going to progress the way that they had. There had been a sarcastic remark on her tongue back there, when she had first found him, but that was gone now. The only thing that remained was Booth. And the only thing that mattered was the two of them.

She desperately wanted to close the gap between them. She desperately wanted him. But she couldn't move. For once, her mind willed her to take a step toward him but her body wouldn't comply. She was rooted in place, waiting, and wanting.

He moved ever so slightly and Temperance's eyes grew a little large, she sucked a in a breath, as he paused again. She was going to die of anticipation if he didn't do something quickly. She contemplated saying this before she realized that her voice was working as well as her legs.

Booth was hesitant. He was unsure of where they had veered off to in such a short time. He honestly hadn't intended the evening to take a romantic turn. And although he'd dreamt about this moment since he'd first kissed her on the beach, Booth was completely unprepared for the wave emotion washing over him. He had never dreamed that he could have such a passionate moment with someone doing nothing more than staring at them.

He moved again and she seemed to jolt. The shock he felt in his hands was amazing. She had this force that made her even more attractive. She seemed as charged as the air outside, susceptible to a power surge at any moment. He swallowed. He had kissed her once before but he had a feeling that this would be different. This was of her own non-alcohol-induced freewill. Somehow, he believed that kissing her now would be like kissing a live wire.

He closed his eyes for a second and breathed ever so slightly. Here goes nothing, he thought stepping forward. The distance between them hadn't been large but he didn't kiss her immediately. He stood pressed against her, looking down his nose at her breathlessly waiting. He let one of her hands go and placed his at the crook of her jaw and neck.

Gently, he held her still as he leaned down and pressed his lips softly against hers. As he did so, Temperance seemed to gain use of her limbs again, and slid her free arm around Booth's neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. She felt herself melt against him, into the liquid satin that was his mouth.

If this was what Heaven was like then she was gonna have rework that whole theory.

Booth had never kissed anyone as passionately as he kissed Bones right then. And he'd never loved any woman as much as he loved Bones right then. He let his fingertips bury themselves in her hair, which was still soaking wet from the rain, then trail down her damp cheeks and down her shoulder blades. They slipped down the sides of her body and rested back on her hips, lazily pulling her closer.

She felt her heart rate quicken as Booth dropped her other hand and grabbed at her waist. She let her newly freed hand join the other, bringing him even closer, if that was possible. And suddenly, there was friction in that kiss, a lot of friction. The pace quickened and the heat built up.

This, she realized, was so much better than that kiss she had shared with Dr. Long. Booth had taken his time, conducted a thorough investigation of her mouth. At first, the kiss had been about need. He'd needed to kiss her, to know her. Now, the kiss was about want. Now he wanted her. All of her…

In the back of her mind, she heard the radio turn back on and felt the dimmed lights from the entrance way turn back on. She knew that the back-up generators had come on. She knew that Angela would probably call up in a few minutes to make sure she was alive. Hell, Perry would probably call too. But the only thing she could think of was losing the wet clothes and getting in her king-size bed in the next room.

Apparently, she wasn't alone in the thinking either, since Booth began to steer her in that general direction. This, however, was surprisingly difficult to do, since he was still busy kissing her senseless and there were several obstacles in between them and the bedroom.

After a few "ouch"s and some vicious swearing from both parties, they had reached at least the wall beside the door to Tempe's room. She attempted to open it while continuously kissing Booth, but the handle was giving her some trouble. She paused for a moment in frustration. She suddenly felt herself being moved to the side and heard a loud crack.

Brennan smiled into the kiss as she realized that Booth had just kicked in her door. By this time, they had flopped down onto the bed, never breaking the contact between their mouths. One of Booth's hands had returned to her hair, completely encasing itself there, while the other had found its way under her tee-shirt.

Meanwhile, her hands were working their way under his FBI tee shirt, slowly feeling every inch of his flat stomach. She sighed into the kiss, smiling again. Even her dreams hadn't felt this good.

A loud knock at the door broke Temperance out of her thoughts. She felt Booth pull away from her mouth and begin kissing down her jaw and neck. His kisses, unlike Long's, made her skin burn, and she had to remember that breathing was natural and a good thing.

"We should see who it is," she stated breathlessly.

"Forget 'em," Booth answered in her ear. His warm breath made her shiver.

"What if it's about the case?" she asked. He stopped kissing her neck and looked at her. He gave a look of disbelief, to which she replied with an eyebrow raise.

He rolled his eyes, "Fine," he stood up and pulled her up with him. She side stepped him, but glanced back, giving him a mischievous look. With that she strode into the lounge and laughed. Several things had been knocked over in the attempt to reach the bedroom.

Shaking her head, Brennan opened the door, catching Zack mid knock. The forensic assistant stepped back in surprise. Brennan smiled, giving him a heartening look. Zack seemed to grow confidence, as always when he was around Temperance, apparently having been afraid that Booth would answer.

"Oh, hello Dr. Brennan."

"Hi, Zack, what's up?" Brennan felt Booth step just behind her and she glanced sideways at the arm he was resting on the door frame.

"We've found something on one of the bodies at the morgue. It seems the first girl didn't die from having her throat slit."

Brennan felt Booth straighten a little, "What'd you mean, Zack? If her throat wasn't slit, how'd she die?"

"No, the throat was cut but her spinal column was severed before the carotid artery was slit."

"So, someone snapped her neck and then cut her throat?" Booth glanced at the others, "Pardon the pun, but isn't that a bit of overkill?"

"I need to look at the body," Temperance announced. She hurried back inside the suite and grabbed her coat from the chair. She tossed Booth his black jean jacket and brushed past Zack toward the elevator.

Booth rolled his eyes again, before following after her, throwing his jacket over his arms as he did so. Zack, however, waited at the door to the suite as it swung closed. He narrowed his eyes at the two people walking hurriedly down the hallway. He might not have been very socially knowledgeable, but even he could sense some things. Plus, hanging out with Angela and Hodgins had given him a surprisingly good eye for picking up vibes.

And boy, were there vibes coming off those two. Big vibes. Huge. Like the ones that people rode down on Waikiki. He followed slowly, attempting to observe. He would definitely have to alert Angela about this as soon as possible. Score! Brownie points for Zack. Hodgins will be so jealous…

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TBC…in Chapter 12: "Kill or Be Overkilled"…

A/N: Okay, perhaps 'like' was too strong a word. Dr. Long's character is not meant to be liked. He was the wedge between the relationship of Booth and Brennan, but his character almost had a turning point which would make him seem less like the guy he is now. That is all I meant, sorry I caused you guys to be out for the blood of the person who said that.

A/N 2: I also realized how much you wanted Booth & Brennan to get together as soon as possible. Understand that I nearly left this out until the end. Wouldn't you have loved me then? Anyway, I hope this was sufficient enough for those of you craving romance.

Thanks for all the reviews…

Special Note: "just make sure it's not a game of Twister or something like that, she does have bruised ribs ya know!" BonesDBchippie, thanks for that, I hope you liked the reference.