Sorry the last chapter was so short. Hopefully this one will be a little bit longer.
After they had admitted their feelings for one another, dinner became a lot more comfortable. Yes, there were matters to be discussed, like the problems that would arise from a work-related relationship, especially since they worked so closely together each day, but those things could be put off until tomorrow. For right now, they just wanted to enjoy the peaceful calm of newly-found love.
As they left the restaurant, Temperance looked up at Booth, who had his arm wrapped tightly around her shoulder. He was staring at her intently, with a look mixed with disbelief, admiration and utter bliss. The intensity of his stare unnerved her a little, but she managed to suppress her fears and leaned into him a little bit more. Yes, she was nervous about telling her team, Camille especially, considering the fact that she and Booth had a history, but she knew she'd be an idiot if she threw away the best guy that could ever possibly come her way.
When they got to her apartment, she looked up at him standing awkwardly in the door.
"Booth, you can come in. It's alright. The door won't bite you." She laughed at his uncertainty. She wasn't entirely sure how she was being so relaxed around him, but whatever the reason, she was grateful.
Booth entered her apartment, taking off his jacket, and rolling up the sleeves of his blue shirt. She stared admirably at his forearms, smiling as she thought that she could call this beautiful man her own.
"I'm going to make some coffee? Do you want any?" Temperance made her way to the kitchen. As she was starting the coffee, she felt Booth put his arms on either side of her, trapping her against the counter. She turned around to face him, putting her arms around his neck.
"No. There's only one thing I want, and it's neither black nor bitter." He grinned at her, leaning into a kiss.
Their second kiss was the complete opposite of the first. Now that they knew they were on the same page, the kiss became much more urgent and heated. Temperance wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him as close to her as possible until every inch of their bodies was touching, creating a fire and a passion she never knew existed. He ran his fingers through her beautiful hair, massaging her scalp. Every time they had to come up for air, they re-initiated the kiss with even more passion and intensity than before. She ran her hands across his back, beginning to learn the feel of every muscle in the top half of his body.
Booth his hands down her body, feeling the curve of her hips and slipping his hands underneath her shirt. He kissed her jaw and then moved to nip and play with her neck. Her arms wrapped around his head, holding him there appreciatively, moaning his name. He grinned, loving how he could get a response from her without even taking off her clothes.
He stood up to wrap his arms around her, holding her tightly. He didn't realize exactly how tightly he was holding her until she heard him let out a little 'oomph.'
"Booth? You're squishing me. We can't do this if I'm no longer three dimensional."
He grinned at her, stepping back to look at her again. "You know what? You're amazing."
She smiled shyly at the compliment, turning around to continue making the coffee. Once she was done, they just stood there in awkward silence for a moment until Booth decided to go put on some music. She grinned to herself when she heard the opening bass notes in 'Better Get Hit in Yo' Soul' from Mingus Ah Um.
She sat down at the kitchen table with her coffee, smiling at him when he came back in.
"I got a guy who likes Mingus. It doesn't get any better than that." He grinned at her before sitting down.
Temperance got up and tried to make her way out of the kitchen, but Booth grabbed her, pulling her into his lap. Her arms immediately went around his neck, and she rested her head on his shoulder. They both marveled on how natural it felt to have them in her kitchen, curled up together, just sitting there in silence, enjoying each other's company.
Temperance broke the silence first. "Well, don't think I don't love this, but I need to go take a shower. Make yourself at home."
He watched her walk to her bedroom, swaying her hips a little bit as she walked, knowing exactly what he was looking at. He grinned. Not many people got to see this side of Temperance Brennan, and he felt so lucky to be one of them.
Temperance opened the door to her bedroom and sat on the bed for a moment. She hadn't really needed a shower; she just needed time to process things. It was all so much to take in at once, and their relationship was moving so quickly. If the kiss in her kitchen was any indicator, she knew it would be hard to slow things down. And, as badly as she wanted things to go farther, much, much farther than a kiss, she knew she didn't want it to be tonight. She had slept with many men. But, she had never had a real, meaningful relationship that had the potential to be something more than interesting conversation and really good sex. She knew a relationship with Booth would be passionate, meaningful, intense and scary as hell, but it was something she wanted more than anything in the world. She wanted her and Booth to work out. And she knew if she didn't stop and think about the situation, she would make a mistake and could possibly ruin everything.
Once he heard the shower turn on, Booth went into her living and sat down on her couch. He laid back and shut his eyes, trying to process everything that had happened. He had admitted that he loved her, not directly, but he had a feeling she understood, and they had started a relationship. Yes, there were still many uncertainties that needed to be worked out, and he had a feeling that at some points, a relationship with Temperance would be the hardest thing in the entire world, but he could see she was making and effort and he knew any trouble would be more than worth it.
The sound of Mingus drifted into the living room. Not exactly good music for thought, but he had known Temperance would love it, so he'd decided to put in on. Besides, it was growing on him.
About half an hour later, he heard the shower turn off and waited a few moments for Temperance to come out of her room. He knew they shouldn't take things any further than they had already gone in the living room, but that didn't stop him from wanted to touch every single inch of her gorgeous body. And anyone who had ever been kissed like that knew that kissing could be as or more erotic than the actual act itself. That had been by far the most amazing experience of his entire life. And he knew when the time came, which would probably be only in a day or two; because he couldn't handle it any longer than that, that when he made love to this woman, it would be the single most wonderful thing he could ever hope to experience in his entire life. He knew it would be heaven.
When Temperance came into the living, arousing him (no pun intended) from his thoughts, she was dressed in a pair of navy blue sweatpants and an old college t-shirt, he knew he was in love. Even in sweatpants and an old t-shirt, she was still the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on.
He glanced at the clock, realizing it was well after two. He wondered how long they had spent in her kitchen before deciding it definitely time for them to go to bed. And to actually sleep, not do what he really wanted to do in bed with her. Actually, what he really wanted to do didn't just involve a bed. It involved every surface they could make use of. Couches, kitchen tables, desks, moving vehicles. They could be creative.
But, after one look at her exhausted face, he pushed those thoughts away and suggested they get some sleep. He awkwardly began to make himself comfortable on her couch, not wanted to invade her space.
Temperance laughed a little at him trying to scrunch himself up onto her too-small couch and held out her hand.
"Booth. Come on. You're not sleeping there."
He looked at her, asking with his eyes if she was sure, and she just smiled.
"Yes, of course I'm sure. I don't want to go any farther tonight, but I want you to be in there for me."
He smiled at her gently, taking her hand as she led him into her bedroom. She knew how hard it was for her to say she wanted him with her, that she was beginning to understand she doesn't always have to be completely independent all the time. And, he was grateful she didn't want to take things any further. They were compatible. They fit perfectly together.
And, when after she thought he had fallen asleep, with her in her arms, and she whispered "I think I love you Seeley," he knew he could never be happier.
Good 'ole Mingus was my inspiration for this chapter. What would we do without him?