A/N: Sorry for the delay. I've just been too excited by a certain tweet :D. Anyway, I'm gonna update ASAP after this, 'cause I don't want to leave you guys hanging. Happy Thanksgiving btw!!!

Disclaimer: I wish I owned a digital camera, an Airbus A380, an Audi R8, a blue laptop, Temperance Brennan, a plane ticket to Atlanta (CNN Centre Yay!), my own bookstore, Seeley Booth, my own set of Play-Doh, a DVD-recorder, Angela Montenegro, Christmas, My own car, My drivers license, The actual other 4 DVD's of Third Watch but I guess I don't...

Chapter 4: Hush, Little Angel

Booth sighed when he opened the door to his appartment. Parker had been a talking to him all the way to school but to be honest his mind was on Brennan the entire time. He'd never gotten this close to her in such a short amount of time. He was thoroughly enjoying the closeness of his partner. It was not often that she wouldn't protest to his so-called alpha-male tendencies.

After hanging his coat he went toward his bedroom to check on Brennan. When he entered his room he felt his throat tighten at the sight of his partner. Brennan was lying on her side, hugging his pillow. His sheets came up to her hips and his shirt that she was wearing had ridden up just to the curve of her chest. The sight of her well defined abdomen made him ache for his dreams about her to be real. He wanted to be able to touch her freely, in the way that he always imagined he would. The breaks were off. His brain was in neutral and his loins rather than his heart, was in overdrive.

Without any rational thought, Booth sat down on the bed and started gently caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. As she released her grip on the pillow, she opened her eyes and looked straight at him. Booth froze for a second, not knowing how she would react to his nearness. She surprised him by pulling him down to her level and replacing the pillow with him. He found it hard to breathe as she laid her head on his chest.

Brennan seemed to be comfortable as her fingers ran up and down Booth's exposed wrist. Brennan was wide awake. Her heart seemed to be beating a way out of her chest. She couldn't rationalize why she was all of a sudden so comfortable in his presence. The urge to lean on him and let him care for her had completely overtaken her. Why did he have so much effect on her? It didn't make remaining professional any easier.

Why was this the only man who could never be too dominant for her, of course she'd never tell him that. But she honestly wouldn't mind him taking care of her every day. There was only one thing she knew for sure: giving in to her inhibitions could make or break their high-rated partnership.

"Mmm... Booth?" She mumbled breaking the silence. She felt him sitting up slowly, pulling her with him. "Yeah Bones." He answered tentatively.

As Brennan looked into his eyes she was at a loss of words. She knew exactly what she wanted to do. She had established the fact that she had wanted to kiss him for a few years now. But she didn't know how Booth felt about her. And without being able to establish that as a fact, she wouldn't be able to act on her wants and needs.

She chickened out, again. She blushed and suddenly looked down at his chest. "Never mind." She whispered.

Booth would have none of it and lifted her chin with his index-finger, forcing her to look at him. "Temperance. Why do you feel the need to distance yourself from me? I'd like to know what's bothering you."

Brennan sighed. "Believe me, you wouldn't want to know."

As she tried to look away again he cupped her cheeks with both hands. "Believe me Temperance, I want to know." Booth stated sincerely.

Brennan sighed and closed her eyes, preparing herself for rejection. Booth's grip on her jaw had loosened which gave her more range of motion. Booth seemed paralyzed as she opened her eyes. Her eyes were dark and intimate; through them she was revealing to him what she wanted. But she seemed hesitant, vulnerable.

Booth moved closer to her. "It's okay." He whispered to her in the most careful tone that he could possibly muster.

Brennan felt overwhelmed by his care. She wanted to be treated like this every hour of every day, but knew she had to take the step that frightened her more than anything else. As she felt his thumbs gently caress her cheeks, she gave up. She moved the few inches necessary to meet his lips gently. She felt like her brain had short-circuited. To her surprise she felt pressure on her lips, Booth was kissing her back.

His hands skimmed from her face into her neck, gently puller her towards him. Her lips felt soft, better than he had ever imagined. He hungrily started sucking on her lower lip which earned him soft moan from Brennan. That angelical sound she mad was his undoing. He gently pushed her up that she straddled his pelvis. Now that her upper body was higher Brennan could tip the scales.

She started kissing him more fiercely and probed her tongue to his lips requesting entrance. The moment he felt her tongue graze his she broke the kiss, leaning her forehead against his. Booth groaned by the mischievous look on her face, telling him that she was most certainly up to something.

Brennan's hands moved over his shirt tracing the lines of his muscles, still gazing at him. Whenever he tilted his head toward her she would move back, making clear to him that he should be patient. When her hands reached the back of his neck, she used her nails to urge a shiver from him. Before Booth got too strung-out she moved her mouth back over his. When their lips touched Booth gripped the back of her neck and plunged his tongue into her mouth.

He couldn't name one moment in his life that had felt as thrilling as this. Every second she was kissing him was making him pine even more for her. The way her mouth tasted was unimaginably sweet and the tenderness in all of her movements surprised him.

Brennan had never cared less about her need of oxygen. She furiously worked his mouth, intending to get every seconds worth of feeling out of him.

Suddenly Booth broke the kiss. His eyes were closed and his breathing was laboured. Brennan was breathless and utterly confused as to why he stopped. "Booth?" She croaked in between breaths.

Booth was in a different world. Desperately trying to think of everything, except her. He was trying to remember the best football games that he'd ever seen and picturing them in his head.

He had felt a very familiar feeling arise that he was too much of a gentleman to share with her yet. When he opened his eyes he was met by a very confused Brennan. He let out a sigh knowing he had avoided his most obvious excitement for the time being.

"Booth!" Brennan said getting slightly irritated at her distracted partner.

Suddenly he snapped back into reality. "Sorry Bones."

Brennan still looked at him confused, getting slightly uncomfortable. "Wh-Why did you stop?" She was suddenly very self-conscious.

Booth smiled, slowly bringing her face closer to his. "Sorry about that. I just had to stop for a moment to uhm… collect my thoughts." He decided on.

Brennan smiled. "You are aroused." She stated.

"Yes, I mean no. No, no, Yes. God Bones why do you always have to be so blunt about that. I mean, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." Booth sighed. As he lowered his eyes to stare at his lap in embarrassment it suddenly hit him that she was straddling him. He was now staring directly into the depth of her cleavage. His eyes shot back up and his cheeks turned slightly rosy from even more embarrassment.

Brennan chuckled as Booth was squirming underneath her. She inched her face closer and gazed directly into his eyes. "I don't really see the problem, but then again, I can hide it." She whispered, smiling triumphantly when his Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed.

Booth opened his mouth to speak but decided for the better. He once again closed the distance between them and kissed her softly. He groaned as she pushed herself into him, encircling his neck with her arms. Booth had no control over her as she continued to grind into him, causing Booth to almost forget his previous worries.

There was only one way to stop her, he thought. He gripped her waist and gently pushed her away. Brennan looked at him in shock. "Again?" She asked with a devilish smile gracing her lips. Booth just growled at her and sank his teeth playfully into her neck. Brennan gasped as he started lapping at her neck.

Before she knew it, she was pushed backwards onto the bed and Booth was dragging his teeth over her collarbone. Brennan closed her legs around his waist, desperate to be close to him. Booth continued his way down nipping dangerously close to her cleavage. Then the phone rang.

A/N: Mean? Yes I know!