A/N: In the dark of the night, the bandit will find you, in the dark of the night just before dawn...Revenge will be sweet when the bet is complete...

Warning: This chapter is a strong 'T' rating.

Temperance sat on her couch wearing a smirk as she looked at a very disgruntled Booth. She told him he wouldn't be able to get her, and she'd been right.

"I'm sure you'll enjoy that lecture Booth, after all everyone needs to know more about sex in western culture. You never know, you might even learn a thing or two."

Booth gave a loud snort, as he readjusted himself in his seat. "You haven't won the bet yet," he pointed out, folding his hands and cupping them behind his head.

"No," Brennan said, looking down at her watch. "But it eleven thirty-eight, and we're sitting in my apartment, and I'm fully awake."

"Yeah, but that gives me twenty-two minutes to come up with a plan. Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

"You should know now Booth that I don't do gentle." She smirked as she looked at the aghast expression on his face. This was going to be too much fun. "You want anything to drink?"

Booth licked his tongue over his teeth before nodding. "Yeah, sure," he answered. "A beer would be nice." He watched as Brennan lifted herself off the couch and then walked past him and into the kitchen. While her back was to him, he made his first move. When she returned, he offered her a wide smile, and patted the spot next to him on the couch. "Not afraid to sit by me, are you?" Brennan swallowed hard but offered a wide smile.

"Of course not," she said, walking toward him and taking a seat. "Why should I?"

"Well, you know, after our wrestling match I was worried you might think that I was too dangerous to sit next to. I could after all get you on your back." Brennan sat down next to Booth and leaned in over him, a smile on her face.

"Well, you haven't been able to live up to your end of the bet."

"That's what you think."

Booth took the offered beer, twisted the cap off and then brought it to his lips. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Brennan mimic his moves, and for a spilt second, he wished that he were her beer. He quickly shook the thought away, and then placed his bottle on the end table. "So tell me, Bones, how are you going to handle a whole weekend of no squint talk?"

"You still think you're going to win?" Brennan asked, leaning forward to place her bottle on the coffee table. "You've only got seventeen minutes left. And if you haven't noticed, my eyes are completely open and I'm awake."

"Yeah, I've noticed," he said, leaning closer to her. "But I can make you close your eyes and given the right situation, I can make you tired."

At that she laughed. "I'd like to see you try it."

"You know me, I'm always up for a challenge." Booth leaned in closer and the timbre of his voice dropped. Brennan gulped as his lips hovered near her own. She had to fight the urge to close her eyes, and put her hands on his chest to keep her grasp on reality.

"Booth," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I don't think..."

"Then don't," he answered, his voice low and raspy. He dropped his eyes to her mouth and then slowly brought them back up to her slowly closing eyes. With a smile, that he had proven his point, he started to move away, but when Brennan leaned toward him, his body seemed to overrule his mind, and without thought, he closed the distant between them--settling his lips to hers with a gentle touch. He was surprised that she was responding as she wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him closer. This kiss was way more than he actually intended to give her, but he couldn't stop, not now.

Brennan couldn't believe she was kissing her partner, but it just felt right. She nibbled gently on his bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth to suck on it. He groaned and slowly pulled her onto his lap for better access to her. With Brennan straddling Booth's legs, it gave him access to her body. His hands roams down her sides and found their way under her shirt, drawing a sharp breath from her as his fingers touched bare skin. Brennan buried her own hands into his hair-- to tilt his head back so she could deepen the kiss. Booth ran his hands up her back and then gently dragged his nail down the skin, causing her to shiver. "You know," Brennan said, peppering his mouth with kisses between each word. "It's after midnight." Booth never stopped his movements, as he wrapped his arms around her waist and flipped her to her back.

"Don't care," he confessed, his lips sliding across her jaw line.

"Although...I must confess...oh that feels good...that you probably...don't...need...that lecture." She gasped as he slid his tongue across her throat, leaving a moist trail.

"Is that a get out of jail free card," he murmured as he began to slide her shirt up her abdomen.

"Mmmmmm, Booth," she moaned under his ministrations. Brennan felt her body react to Booth's ever touch. The tingle of his hands, the pressure of his body, the wetness of his kiss. Wetness? The thought floated around somewhere in her mind, but she couldn't quite understand why it stuck out. She shifted her position, and her brain started to whirl alive. Wetness. Again the word floated through her head, and Brennan forced her eyes to open. It took a moment to recognize what was in front of her. Booth sat on her coffee table with a triumphant smirk on his face. He held up a mirror and looked at her, his eyes twinkling. Brennan looked at her reflection and gasped. There, across her throat was a red line.

Booth titled the mirror slightly and Brennan could make out the clock behind her--eleven fifty-eight. The agent didn't say anything as he put the mirror down, stood, and then leaned down to her. Whispering in her ear he simply said, "That must have been one hell of a dream." With that, he straightened, turned and left the apartment. As the door to her apartment closed, Brennan launched a pillow at it, hitting it squarely where Booth had been only moments before. Muttering, she made her way to the bathroom to wash off the red line. She was in no way looking forward to whatever it was Booth had planned for her.

Oh man, you all should have seen the looks of your faces. ::laughes:: Did you really think we would let Booth and Brennan make out?? I mean, come on, people... ::laughes harder and holds side:: Oh, that was priceless...