Booth stood at Bones' doorstep and took a deep breath, as he exhaled slowly, he pushed the doorbell. The door abruptly opened that it made him jumped slightly back.
"Welcome," Angela gestured him to enter. As soon as he had his foot into the house, the anxious FBI agent held the door as a signal for her to leave.
"Ah, come on, Seely, just one minute. She's still in the shower and I do want to see the reaction on her face when she sees you here. Please?" She begged with her hands folded together.
"Out, Angela, out." He ran his hands through his hair and showed his annoyance. "For once, don't ask any questions."
"Oh, okay, but, call me, huh, sweetie? Oh, isn't it just romantic? You and Tempe could..."
"Angela." His voice was calm.
"...invite us all for drinks to celebrate...," the artist rambled on.
"Angela. Please." Booth counted slowly to ten.
"...you two getting together and we all could..."
"Angela!" He shouted.
"What? Oh, okay, okay, I'll leave." She winked at him as he quickly closed the door on her.
Booth walked around her living room and checked out her CD collection. He found one that he liked and put it into the player. Soft music filled the room. He sat on her sofa and wondered what the hell would be his excuse for having been there. All sorts of scenarios filled his head. He had hoped he'd be welcomed, but, after his departure he wouldn't be at all surprised if she kicked him out of her house.
Temperance had come out of the bathroom and was dressed in a pair of shorts and a baggy tee-shirt. "Ange," she called out as she towel dried her hair, her face looked down onto the floor.
"Hey." He smiled and hadn't realized how much he missed her until she appeared in front of him. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans for fear of a sudden movement on his part to have embraced her.
She stopped in the middle of her living room and accidently dropped her towel.
"Hello. Angela let me in and said she'd be back later." He sort of smiled.
Temperance was at a standstill.
"Okay, I lied." He took careful steps towards her. "I, uh, I got rid of her. Told her to leave."
"Why?" It was all she had said. She had all these thoughts planted into her head as to why the bloody hell had he left suddenly without a word. But none came out. Although, she knew deep down she blamed herself for his sudden departure due to the reappearance of Michael.
"Why? Is that all you can say? Hello, nice to see you, Booth or get the hell out. Take your pick."
"Why'd you leave?" She questioned in her monotone voice.
"I was needed out of town on a murder investigation." He said candidly.
"No, I meant at the hospital. You never came back and after you left on that special assignment you didn't even call to see how I was doing. I could have died and you wouldn't have known." She looked at him with her dead-pan face.
He answered sarcastically. "Sure, I would have known. Angela would have called me. Thought maybe Michael had been taking caring of you."
"Then, why are you here?" The sound of her voice was not a friendly tone.
"I took my chances. Are you angry at me, Bones? Didn't you miss me even a little bit?" He hadn't realized what he had blurted out until it was too late.
"No," she shot out. She was not about to admit to him she had missed him profusely.
He spoke softly. "I've missed you. I...miss you."
The ice around her heart melted. "I should have called you as soon as Michael left. Got rid of him within minutes. I'm sorry I didn't get rid of him sooner..."
"Yes, you could have done that while I was in the room. But, you welcomed his hug and you never said a thing to me. You just laid there!" His temperature rose to a level of anger of the thought of Michael's arms around her.
"I was surprised he showed up. Just laid there? Are you an idiot or something? I wasn't exactly in a position to jump out of bed and drag him out. May I remind you in case you've forgotten, I did save your life. I was speechless, okay?" She hissed as she bent down, picked up her towel and threw it onto the sofa.
"Since when are you ever speechless? Okay, thanks for the save. Must I be at your beck and call from now on? An idiot? So, now you think I have a mental capacity of a two to four year old?" He snapped at her.
"I'll give you a little credit! A four year old," Bones barked.
"Why the hell did I even come here, anyway. I can see you're perfectly alright! Same cold self!" He could have kicked himself on his last remark and could tell she tried hard as not to let her tears out, but, without success, one escaped freely down her cheek.
"Did you come over here to fight with me, Booth? Because I'm not up to it. Besides, I don't have Angela to referee us." She quickly wiped her tears away.
His heart sank. "You really don't want her here, do you, Bones? I mean, she'd only be in the way. My way." The latter part he said in barely a whisper.
Temperance stepped back as Booth moved forward to her. She stood still as he reached for her and his arms wrapped around her waist. He pulled her closer to him and it seemed as if he had wanted to do a dance with her. She moved one hand, laid it on his chest and he held it. Their fingers intertwined with each other. The anthropologist barely had time to breath when she felt his lips pressed hers in a firm but tender kiss. The heat of the moment grew hotter as she seemed to have lost control of her senses.
Seely's hands moved about her body as he gently caressed her arms, her hips, then her thighs. Not a word was said, as he gazed into her eyes. He planted little kisses on her shoulders. Temp smiled seductively and they kissed again, this time even more passionately than the previous. She moved her mouth away from his lips to his neck and her teeth touched his skin that he moaned and he drew her even closer. He slid his hands under her tee-shirt and felt the silky softness of her bare skin.
"You're beautiful, Temperance. If you were mine, I wouldn't share you with anyone," he mumbled as his lips covered hers and slipped his tongue in her slightly opened mouth.
It was her turn as she moaned breathlessly and moved her tongue all over his. They continued to caress each other and felt a long fulfilled need. With her in his arms, Temp responded to his touches. Seely was both gentle and strong. He seemed to know how, when and what to do and she hadn't felt invaded at all.
Bones was so right for him. They were comfortable with each other from the moment they touched.
"Do you ever think of the future?" He asked as he pulled away and kissed her forehead.
"Yes," she replied softly.
He twined a strand of her wet hair around his finger. "What do you see, Temp? One year, five, ten years from now?"
"I see you, Booth. I see you with me. That is, if you want me, if you love me."
"I love you. I have for the longest time. I couldn't see life without you, nor do I recall you not ever being in my life. I can't see that far back."
Temperance caressed his stubbled face with both hands. "I've never been the kind to let my feelings show. And Then There Was You. You came into my life when I least expected it. I cried that day you walked out of my room. You never came back."
"But, I'm here now. And I'm not leaving this time." He leaned his forehead against hers.
"Seely Booth." Temperance cuddled him tightly. "I love you."
He kissed her once more, then picked her up, carried her in his arms and headed to the bedroom.
"I'm going to make love to you tonight and every night here on after."
The End