Tempe opened her apartment door and entered the room, Booth not too far behind her. After visiting Heathers mother they went to Booth's office to retrieve some files on Samantha Samuels then went to visit her, only to find she was out of town until next week on some sort of business trip.
"Make yourself comfortable." Tempe said walking over to her fridge to get a few beers. After the long day of working they had trying to get information off of Samantha's roommate, Tempe had asked him to stop by for a beer and a friendly chat.
"Bones, there's something I've been meaning to ask you." Booth said sitting on her couch and taking the beer she brought to him.
"Ok, ask." She said taking a drink of her beer and looking over to him.
"Who's Monty?" he asked confusion written all over his face. Ever since that morning when he over heard her talking to her brother about Monty and his death, he was curious as to who he was.
"Monty was a pet mouse of mine, who died when I was 14." She said as a smile spread across her face at his memory of her mentioning earlier.
"What happened to him?"
"He lived in a shoebox in my closet because my parents said I couldn't keep him. So I locked him in there and forgot to feed him. Two weeks later I found out he died and had to bury him in the back yard with help from Russ. I never got over it because he was the only thing I loved that ever left." She said trailing near the end. "Until a year later when my parents disappeared."
"I'm sorry." Booth said placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"It's alright." She said and brought her beer to her lips.
It was about and hour later when Booth had realized Tempe had drank four beers and was drinking vodka. They had agreed to sit and drink and had soon engaged in a drinking contest, and right now, Tempe was winning.
"When I was 16, I learned to never trust anyone." Tempe spoke. While drinking they had been telling stories of there past. "I thought that maybe if I didn't let anyone in my life, I couldn't get hurt."
"You can't do that; you need people to get you through things. I told you that." Booth said touching his glass with hers and taking the shot of vodka like it was water and he was dieing of thirst.
"I know, but what if I let someone in and I get hurt again? I couldn't handle that."
"I'm always here for you."
"Yeah you are, aren't you?" she said, her words slurring as she sat closer to him, their face's inches from one another. "It may be the drinks, but I feel the need to tell you something."
"What?"
"Booth, you're more than just my partner, you're more than just my friend, you're like someone I can trust, someone I can let in without being hurt, like Angela, only you're not like Angela."
"I know what you mean." Booth said as he moved closer to her and brushed his lips against hers. "I'll never hurt you." Booth whispered as his lips pushed up against hers.
She was in need of reassurance, in need of Booth telling her everything he said the night before again, because she feared that it could change. Because of the liquor they both had taken in she allowed him to kiss her and do whatever he wanted to.
Booth was right, she just needed to live in the moment and not worry about what the future would bring. Or so she thought, her analyzing wasn't working so well, which was why she allowed him to touch her in places she wouldn't normally allow him to touch in her. Which was why they had sex on her living room floor.
She didn't know what this could bring, she didn't know what this would do to them and at that exact moment in time, she really didn't care.
Well?
