Disclaimer: I own nothing except for this story line. I wish I owned the characters, but no, instead some fancy rich person does. But I do own my two gerbils who are named Booth and Brennan. (Just kidding). Hope you like the story. I would love reviews - this is my first Bones fic. Chapter three soemtime this week if y'all think this is worth me continuing.

The Next Morning

Booth groaned as he heard the alarm clock next to him ringing. He smacked at it, hitting the off button on his second try. He sat up slowly and squinted at the clock. It was 5:30, and he looked around the room before realizing he was at Bones' house. The thought made him smile, and he got out of bed and stretched. He padded softly out of the room and knocked on Brennan's bedroom door. When he didn't hear an answer, he opened it softly and was surprised to find that she was still sleeping. He went into her bathroom and washed up. When he came out a few minutes later, he walked over to her bed, kneeling down beside her. She was curled up under her covers, breathing softly, with her hair curled around her face. Booth lay his hand on the side of her face and watched her sleep for a few moments. He kissed her cheek softly, then stood up. Brennan shifted slightly and opened her eyes.

"Mmmm," she moaned softly.

"Morning sleepyhead," Booth said with a smile.

"Too early," Brennan replied. "Let me sleep."

Booth laughed. "Alright, five more minutes. I'm done in the bathroom for now, but I'll need to shower later. I'm going to make us some breakfast," he told her as he walked out of the room.

"Mkay," she said groggily. Her eyes followed him as he left the room, smiling as she noticed how nice he looked without a shirt on. That thought made her sit up straight and groan, and she smacked herself on the forehead before sliding down between the covers once again.

In the kitchen, Booth was cooking a large breakfast for the two of them. Once he was finished, he put it all on a tray and brought it into Brennan's bedroom.

"I knew you'd still be in bed. Sit up, I brought you breakfast in bed," he told her.

Brennan poked her head out from under the covers. "Food?" She asked suspiciously.

"Yeah Bones, food. You know; breakfast…eggs, bacon, toast, coffee, orange juice," he teased.

Brennan sat up, moving over to give Booth room to sit down next to her. "I know what breakfast is Booth, I just don't normally eat it," she told him.

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day Bones, you should know that. Which is why I'm going to make you breakfast every morning while I'm here," he told her. "So eat up. I'm hungry," he said as he began to eat.

Brennan watched him for a moment before beginning to eat as well. "This is good Booth, thanks. But really, you don't have to do this for me," she replied.

Booth nodded. "Yes I do. It's the least I can do for you. After all, you're sharing your home with me for the week," he reminded her.

Brennan smiled up at him. "I don't mind," she said honestly.

"I'm glad," Booth replied, finishing his breakfast.

They sat in silence for a few moments, neither one knowing what to say after their last comments. Brennan looked at the clock and got out of bed.

"I'm going to take a shower now. You can sit here if you want…it shouldn't take me very long. I'll let you know when I'm done, okay?" She told him.

Booth nodded. "Sure, I'll just finish my coffee," he replied.

Brennan nodded, grabbed a few things and walked into the bathroom. Booth heard the water turn on and lay back in the bed, burying his face in Brennan's pillow, inhaling her scent.

In the bathroom, Brennan stood under the hot water in the shower, trying not to blush as she thought of Booth and how nice it was to have him in her home. She really had meant what she had said to him; she didn't mind at all that he was staying with her.

After a good fifteen minutes, Brennan got out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. She opened the door and began to brush her teeth.

"I'm done in the shower Booth. I've still got to do my hair, but you can go ahead and hop in the shower if you want," she offered.

Booth couldn't take his eyes off of her. She looked amazing, only covered up with a tiny bath towel. He marveled at how long her legs looked, and willed himself to meet her eyes.

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't mind. Yeah, no, um, I'll just go ahead and take one now. You do whatever you've got to do," he stuttered.

Brennan nodded. "Alright, well I'll give you a minute or so to hop in the shower, and then I'll go dry my hair," she told him.

Booth smiled and went into the bathroom, leaving Brennan to quickly change into her work clothes. Once she heard the shower start up, she walked into the bathroom. She said a silent prayer that she hadn't bought a clear shower curtain, although it right now she really wouldn't have minded. She blushed at her thoughts, and began to do her hair and make up.

"Hey Bones?" Booth called from the shower.

"Yeah?" Brennan answer, brushing her wet hair.

"Do you have an extra washcloth I could use?" Booth asked.

"Um, sure, here you go," Brennan said as she stuck her hand inside the shower curtain, surprising Booth and herself.

"Thanks Bones," Booth replied.

"No problem," she said, turning her hair dryer on. She flipped her hair upside down to speed up the drying process. She smiled when she heard Booth humming to himself in the shower, and found herself joining in when she recognized the song. A few minutes later, the water stopped and Booth stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. Brennan stood up and turned the hair dryer off.

"All clean?" She asked, her eyes traveling down his slick chest.

Booth nodded. "Yep, thanks. I'll go change, and then I need to shave. You want to drive in together?" He asked.

Brennan shrugged. "I don't see why not. You do all the driving during the day anyways, and it wouldn't make any sense to take two cars in. You don't mind dropping me off and then picking me back up this evening, do you?"

Booth shook his head and instinctively brushed a stray piece of hair behind Brennan's ear. "No, of course not. I do it most days don't I?" He teased as he left the room.

Later that Day

12:30 pm

The Jeffersonian

Once again Dr. Temperance Brennan found herself at her desk, unable to write another sentence of her novel. She leaned back in her chair and smiled when her best friend Angela Montenegro walked in.

"Hey sweetie," Angela greeted her before plopping down next to her. "Whatchya doing?"

"Right now? Absolutely nothing. How is that facial reconstruction going?" Brennan asked.

"I'm almost done. I just thought I'd take a break and find out how last night was. It must have been good, you haven't stopped smiling all day," Angela teased.

Brennan shook her head and smiled. "Nothing happened. I forgot he was supposed to stay with me. I can't believe you had him ask me, especially while I was working on a case. You knew I wasn't listening and did it on purpose. Some friend you are! Anyway, like I said, nothing happened. He slept in my guest room, that's all," Brennan assured her.

Angela smiled innocently. "Okay, well that doesn't mean that something can't happen later this week. So, did he use your shower? I bet you saw him without a shirt on didn't you?!"

This caused Brennan to blush, and Angela to squeal excitedly.

"Yes I did. But only because he came and woke me up this morning. Oh Ange, he made me breakfast too. It was so sweet of him," Brennan gushed.

Angela blinked, and waited a moment before replying. She held her hand up to her friend's head. "Is this Temperance Brennan? The famous forensic anthropologist? Are you sure her body hasn't been inhabited by an alien? Because I know my best friend would not use the word sweet, or gush over a guy. Especially not one that happened to be her partner."

Brennan smiled. "Sorry Ange. But while we're on the subject, I might as well get it all out at once. He took a shower in my bathroom. While I was in there. Goodness he's a fine specimen. He's very muscular Angela, I think you would approve," she told her friend.

"I already do. So, what did he think of you? I'm sure you gave him a little show," Angela prompted.

"I surely did not. Although he did see me in my bath towel," Brennan said with a slight smile. "Let's just say he looked very appreciative of the sight."

Angela squealed again. "Oh, my little baby's growing up! I'm so proud!"

Just at that moment, Booth walked in. He always had perfect timing. "You're so proud of what?" Booth asked with a lazy smile. "What'd you do this time Bones?"

He walked over to Brennan's desk, and perched on the edge of it, peering down into her deep blue eyes.

For a slight moment, Brennan almost lost her cool as she stared back into his chocolate brown eyes.

"Oh, uh, nothing. Hey, do you want to grab some lunch?" She asked changing the subject.

"Sure," Booth replied, winking at Angela. "An excuse to spend time with you is fine with me," he said, helping her out of her chair. They walked out of the museum, Booth's hand resting instinctively at the small of her back.

For the first time, Brennan realized how much comfort she gained from Booth's touch. Even if it was something so small and seeming insignificant as his hand on her back, she shivered as she realized that it meant everything to her.

After a long day working with several sets of bones, Brennan turned off her office light and took the elevator down the stairs to the lobby of the building, where she knew Booth would be waiting for her. Sure enough, he was, and without saying a word they got into his car and drove to her apartment.

They had already eaten dinner, and when Brennan yawned, Booth realized just how late it was.

"Why don't you get ready for bed first," he offered. "You need some rest."

For once, Brennan didn't complain, and quickly finished up in the bathroom, climbing into bed. After Booth changed and washed up, he came out of the bathroom to say goodnight to Brennan.

"Hey, you still awake?" He asked.

"Barely," Brennan replied as she turned off her bedside lamp.

"Well, goodnight," he said softly, brushing a hand through her hair.

Brennan caught his hand in her own. "Stay with me?" She asked gently. "Just for tonight?"

Booth hesitated, not sure how to reply. After Brennan didn't say anything, he carefully got into bed next to her, not letting go of her hand. Without even asking, he wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her to his chest, resting his chin on her shoulder so their cheeks were touching.

"Like this?" Booth asked quietly.

Brennan's heart was pounding in her chest. She wasn't sure what had possessed her to ask him to stay, but she was glad she had. She spent a few minutes reveling in his warmth and the comfort of his touch. She was amazed at how good his arms felt around her body, and how they seemed to fit together.

"Just like this," she replied without thinking, then smiled as she closed her eyes. She snuggled deeper into his embrace, taking his other hand in hers, squeezing lightly.

"Goodnight Seeley," she said softly, calling him by his first name, something she almost never did. But, she had to admit, she liked saying it.

"Goodnight Temperance, I'll see you in the morning," Booth replied in his deep, sleepy voice.

It sounded so comforting to know that Booth would still be there when she woke up. She also liked hearing him say her name. It sounded so right coming from his mouth, although she decided she wouldn't let him say it anywhere outside her home. It felt so much more intimate calling each other by their first names, something that should been done when they were alone. Brennan paused as she realized how many assumptions she had been making lately. Assuming that they would be alone again, together, in her house. She liked this new side of herself that she had been seeing lately.