A/N: Here is the next chapter! So this chapter basically came out of nowhere. I fully intended on continuing on finding out about where Russ is, etc but as I sat down and wrote this came out instead! It's my first M so I hope its okay. I promise in the next chapter we will start finding out some stuff! Thank you to all the readers and reviewers, I really appreciate it!

Chapter Four

He knocked on the door and shifted the box of Wong Foo's in his arms. He heard her walk across the floor and fiddle with the lock until she finally opened the door.

"What do you want?" she said wearily.

He glanced at her outfit and had to restrain himself from dropping the food and pulling her into his arms. She was wearing a light blue tank top and matching blue pajama bottoms. Nothing special, but there was something about the way they looked on her. He snapped out of it at the sight of his partner staring at him.

"Umm…Wong Foo's?" he replied, holding up the box.

"Booth, I…" she started.

"Did you eat dinner?" he interrupted.

She shook her head. She had been to busy and by the time she got home she found she wasn't hungry anymore.

"Come on." He said gently, shutting the door behind him and leading her over to the couch. He opened one of the containers and they ate in comfortable silence. She was leaning against him, enjoying the warmth their current position provided.

They finished their meal and remained against each other. She turned to look at him and smiled. He had done so much for her and here he was, being so patient and gentle.

"What?" he said, looking at her.

"You're sexy." She replied bluntly. Before he could reply, she reached up and pulled his head to hers, capturing his lips in a fiery kiss. Never breaking the kiss, she moved herself until she was sitting sideways in his lap. They pulled apart, gasping for air.

"Temperance." He said, breathing heavily. "We shouldn't…"

She didn't let him finish instead she pressed her lips against his in a way that made him feel like his whole body was on fire.

"You're upset." He said as she started kissing him along his neck.

She stopped and looked him in the eye.

"Yes I am." She said. "But that's not why I am doing this. I'm doing this because I've wanted to for a very long time. I want this with you Booth, I do. I'm sorry I was uncomfortable before when we talked about dating, I've just never done this before. It's going to take me a while to figure it out."

"I know." He replied, placing a tender kiss on her cheek. That simple gesture aroused her deeply.

"So does that mean we can do this now?" she asked. "Make love to me Booth. Please?"

He responded by hungrily kissing her on her lips, then her neck and across her collarbone. She turned and straddled him as he continued kissing her. She sighed in delight as she felt his hands slip under her shirt, pushing it up farther and farther. She removed her hands from his shoulders and lifted them in the air, signalling for him to take her shirt off. He did, letting his gaze roam over her breasts and stomach.

"Beautiful." He breathed.

She blushed and turned her head away.

He reached out and cupped her cheek, tilting her head back towards him. He stared deep into her eyes.

"Beautiful." He repeated, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

He moved his hand down and cupped her breast, rubbing his thumb around her nipple, but not quite touching it.

"Mmmmmm." She hummed. She was faintly aware of his other hand gliding across her belly, around her hip and back again. She was running her left hand through his hair as the other one clutched his shirt tightly.

He lowered his head and captured her breast in his mouth and she let out a moan as a wave of pleasure rippled through her body. His other hand moved up her side and he tweaked her other nipple.

She pushed him away and frantically began to undo the buttons of his shirt. Getting frustrated, she ripped it open, buttons scattering on the couch. She pressed her chest against his and as she grinded her hips against him, he let out a low growl.

She grew impatient as he softly kissed her along her collarbone. He was being too slow, she wanted him now. The mere thought of him in her made her clit throb in anticipation. She was about to complain but the words died on her lips as he took her other breast in his mouth.

Never before had she felt like this. She was aching with want, wet and ready for him. And he was being tortuously slow.

"Booth please." She whimpered.

He moved way from her breast and started peppering kisses along her neck.

"Please what?" he mumbled.

"Too slow." She replied as she rocked into him. "Take me to bed."

"Yes maam!" he said, grinning as he gripped her waist and pulled them off of the couch.

He carried her into the bedroom and laid her down gently. He slowly rolled down her pants and removed his own as he lay down next to her. He ran his hands over her abdomen, down her thighs and back up again.

She reached for him and pulled him into a passionate kiss. At the same time, he flicked her clit, causing her to scream into his mouth. He pulled away and she was panting heavily. Her head was rolled back and her eyes were squeezed shut. He slipped his finger inside her and she moaned.

"Seeeleeey." She said, her hips bucking off the bed.

The sound of her saying his name was almost too much for him and he removed his fingers from her and positioned himself at her entrance. She wrapped her arms around his neck and as she kissed him fiercely, he entered her.

They were both panting now, and as he began to move he knew they were both close to the brink already. He had never felt this way before. As he looked into her eyes he knew without a doubt that he loved her.

He felt her clench and tighten around him and he starting moving faster.

She moaned loudly as she felt herself get closer and closer to what she wanted. He called her name as he came and it pushes her over the edge, making her see stars as her orgasm racks through her body.

He collapsed on top of her and they are both trembling from the force of their orgasms.

"Wow." He said, breathlessly.

"Yeah." She replied.

As he eased out of her, she snuggled against him and sighed. They fell into silence until Booth spoke up.

"Temperance?" he asked, twirling a coil of hair through his finger.

"Mmmmmm?" she replied.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

Her eyes darted open and she started into his dark brown eyes.

"Yes." She replied immediately.

"Good." He said. "Then trust me when I tell you that it isn't your fault."

She knew he was alluding to the earlier conversation with Russ and her eyes filled with tears.

"Okay?" he asked, cupping her face and wiping away the lone tear that had fallen down her cheek.

She nodded. "Okay." She whispered.