Booth looked boredly around the room. The speaker delivered his speech in a monotonous tone that lacked any enthusiasm. This lecture was so tiring and nothing being said was new to Booth. With difficulty he stifled a yawn. What a waste of time.

He would much rather be with Bones, but she was also stuck in a meeting somewhere, at least that's what he remembered. What an awful, uneventful weekend.

Booth had agreed reluctantly when Deputy Director Hacker informed him that he would like to see both he and Dr. Brennan attend the convention to represent the Washington-based FBI. It was very important to him that he and Dr. Brennan instruct the other field offices on how to be an effective FBI team through enlisting the support of other agencies and institutes.

Oh, he was acutely aware that this would mean another rung on Director Hacker's ladder of success. He liked to adorn himself with their successes. They put him in a good light as head of the FBI. Booth had told him clearly that he wasn't exactly enthusiastic about the idea, but in the end he had to obey his boss's orders.

He just didn't like Hacker very much. Probably, and especially, because he kept trying to get Bones on a date. Luckily, however, she had made it clear to him that she wasn't interested in a more intense relationship with him. At least Bones had taken the advice he'd given her on this one. The image of Hacker and she in a passionate embrace was something Booth didn't want to imagine, it was stomach-churning . He still regretted not making it clear to Hacker that Bones was already taken: that she was his.

Bones, he had to think of her again. She too had to be persuaded to go with him to the weekend. He had finally explained to her that Hacker would put too much pressure on him and finally she agreed. At least he had managed to obtain two rooms next to each other with a conjoining door, which they opened as soon as they arrived and which hadn't been closed since.

So they had at least managed to chat a little last night whilst they got ready for their beds, and finally crawled into them exhausted. They had been traveling since late Thursday evening, but the night flight had not been restful and they were beyond tired.

When Booth woke the following morning, he got up and looked curiously into her room. A smile slid across his face as he saw her still lying peacefully asleep in bed. He had enjoyed the sight for a moment and then quickly switched on the coffee machine in his room to give them both the necessary caffeine boost. The thought of how she'd slowly opened her eyes and then happily inhaled the aroma of the coffee was the best moment they'd had all day. For a brief moment it was just the two of them, a brief intimate moment that belonged only to them.

They soon had to get ready and apart from half an hour at noon he hadn't seen Bones all day. They were away together all weekend, but still not together at all.

Actually he had expected so much from this weekend. Maybe they would finally get a little closer, so far away from everyday life, from work and crime. But it looked like nothing would come out of it, their schedule was so packed.

Lately the need to spend time with her had become stronger and stronger. He just couldn't forget the dream during his coma. The pictures and the feelings were too real. It was as if he had taken a step into another world and now it was difficult to find his way back out of it.

Perhaps above all, because he didn't really want to go back, he wanted to go forward, but somehow they kept dancing around each other without really daring to take a new step. He had hoped that maybe this weekend there would be a chance, but it didn't look like it at all. He sighed again.

This lecture would go on for almost an hour more, but he couldn't take it anymore. He had deliberately chosen a seat at the end of the room at the end of a row of chairs. As diligently as possible, he slid off his chair, disappearing through the nearby door. Finally he could breathe deeply and quickly made his way to his room.

When he opened the door to his hotel room, he was suddenly aware that Bones wouldn't have finished her presentation yet, so he would be alone for a while. However, he would think of something to bridge the waiting time, he had no doubts about that. Anything was better than sitting another hour in that boring lecture.

He entered his dark room. The curtains weren't closed, so the city lights lit up his room enough to make out shapes. Obviously, Bones had the curtains open in her room too, because a slight shimmer fell into the room from there as well.

Instinctively, his hand went to the light switch as soon as he stepped into the small hallway of his room and found it quickly. However, he only turned on the bedside lamps so that the room didn't get too bright. His eyes were tired from the day and he wanted to get some rest and relaxation.

First he had to get rid of his shoes and socks: he had been on his feet too much. He sat down on the bed and took off his shoes, then his socks. Jacket, tie and shirt were next. Whilst he pulled the belt out of his pants he was already undoing the buttons, and went in search of a t-shirt for the night.

At that moment he heard a slight moan. He didn't notice where it had come from, but his body was immediately on alert. Again he heard a soft sigh, sounds as though someone was hurt. He tried to be as quiet as possible whilst his hands instinctively went for his gun, which he had placed on the bedside table. As he had no shoes on, he could move very quietly through his room.

Booth located the noises: they came from Bones' room. Slowly he looked around the corner of the connecting door, his gun going first, but he couldn't see anything.

"Booth". He heard her voice call out to him. It appeared to come from the bathroom. Had something happened to her; was she hurt, was she in danger?

Slowly he crept through her room towards the bathroom; towards the noise. Pressing his back against the wall next to the door, in order to step into the door frame in one quick move designed to cause the most surprise, he took a deep breath and, arms outstretched, the gun between his two hands, he turned in the door.

It took a moment for him to grasp the situation and realize that Bones wasn't in any danger at all: on the contrary, she was obviously doing very, very well.

Within seconds he took in the image that met his eyes. Candlelight bathed the room in a golden, flickering light. Right before his eyes was Bones, stretched out in the bathtub, only small splotches of foam floating on the surface of the water, obscuring absolutely nothing of her beauty.

Soft, shiny skin, her head tilted back slightly, small sighs escaped her slightly parted lips. His gaze slid deeper, along her delicate neck, fell on her breasts, which she held tightly in one hand, her fingers sliding in circular movements over her hard nipples, something that aroused him immediately. She was simply gorgeous.

Her other hand was below the surface of the water, but he had no doubt where it was placed. This all happened in a matter of seconds, then he turned away again and was now leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door. First, he quickly put down his gun on the desk next to him.

Then he tried to get his heavy breathing under control. Within seconds his whole body was tense and hard.

Obviously, Bones hadn't noticed his presence and he knew it wasn't okay that he'd been looking at her so intensely. The moment he realized everything was okay he should have closed his eyes and pulled away immediately. But he hadn't been able to. He had allowed himself a few more seconds to burn the most beautiful picture he had ever seen into his memory.

Now he should go back to his room and pretend none of it had happened, but he was petrified and couldn't take a step in that direction.

He heard her sighs, her moans of passion; the image of her hands sliding over her body haunted his mind. "Booth," he heard his name again.

It wasn't just that Bones was obviously masturbating - no - she was obviously thinking of him whilst doing so. What did this mean for him, for their relationship?

He laughed inwardly and thought of the many times he had dreamt about her whilst taking a shower, or sometimes in his bed, envisioned her body in great detail, all fantasies which had given him satisfying orgasms, but he never would have thought that she fantasized of him in the same way.

It seemed absurd that they dreamed of each other: obviously they both longed for the same thing, so why didn't they finally cross that nonsensical line and take their relationship to a new level? Instead they both said nothing, afraid the other wouldn't reciprocate the feelings.

Booth took a deep breath. What he had seen, her voice breathing out his name, had all aroused him beyond measure and desire flowed through him, pulsing through his body. Should he react, should he draw attention to himself?

He shook his head, somehow his body had already made the decision for him: the temptation was too strong, he just couldn't go back to his room.

So he slowly stepped back into the bathroom entrance, and after hesitating slightly, took a few steps into the bathroom.

He looked into the tub. Her body squirmed with passion and the movements she made caused gentle ripples to float to the edge of the tub. The water washed around her and Booth watched her in fascination. Now he could also see her other hand moving rhythmically between her thighs.

He had never seen anything so erotic. As if in a trance, he walked to the bathtub, and dropped to his knees with his right arm resting loosely on the edge of the tub. His fingers were itching to touch her, but he couldn't just do that; she first had to be aware that he was in the room.

Hoarsely, almost silently, he whispered her name. "Bones." He wanted her to open her eyes; he wanted her to know he was there - he wanted to see her cum. So he told her.

But obviously she hadn't heard him, so he repeated his request. At last she slowly opened her eyes and he saw the moment she recognized him.

But he also saw the lust that had filled her at that moment and she would also see the sheer desire in his eyes, he was sure of that. For a brief moment their world stood still as their eyes met and somehow suddenly everything was open and clear in front of them.

All the suppressed longing, desire, attraction: everything was caught in that one look. And suddenly they both knew this was the moment when everything was going to change: things were only going forward from here, in one direction only.

The air was heavy and loaded, filled with the scent of lavender and sex; the sight of her body was so erotic and seductive, it made his head spin. Tonight they would no longer deny how they thought about each other, how they felt about each other.

What should he do now? What was the next step? Should he pull her into his arms, lift her out of the tub and hug her tight? Should he climb into the tub with her? The tub was big enough.

Bones somehow made the decision for him.

"Booth" She smiled seductively at him and grabbed his arm which was still on the edge of the tub. "Would you please touch me?"

To be continued…

AN: You know why I had to stop there again, right?

Thank you for all your reviews, PMs, follows and favorites. They make my day. There will be another chapter coming soon, I promise.

Till then keep in mind my favorite image here. Booth in the doorway, only dressed in some already open pants and pointing his gun into the room. It's a nice image, isn't it? Oh, I have a handsome, loving Booth at home, don't get me wrong, but a girl can still dream. :-)