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This takes place over a four day week-end giving them time to come to all sorts of decisions.

He Needs Me As His Friend and Lover

Chapter I No I Won't Be Your Friend

Thursday Night

Here I am after at the end of another disastrous relationship in my office at midnight. To date this makes the seventh person I have stopped dating in a row. I wonder what is wrong with me. If it had been just one or two I could just brush if off as bad luck but seven? Pretty soon I have to believe it has to have some thing to do with me. I need to think this out, if I can find out when it began may be I can get to the source. Taking a piece of paper out of my desk drawer I began to think back.

Geoffrey – to agreeable he always agrees with what I say

Then Michael – too religious always trying to get me to church

Before that James – had to win every argument

Robert – had to make sure every one knew he was dating a famous writer.

Dalton – too repressed

William – Didn't like my working hours

Oh and don't forget George – he wanted a stay at home wife complete with the white fence and dog.

Then There is always Sully. Always Sully. The leaver. The heart breaker.

As she looked at the list she had to admit Booth had been right when he told her she was not good at picking men. Suddenly she had a thought, he had good people skills maybe he could pick out someone for her. Looking at her watch and knowing this was not his week-end for Parker she decided to go over to his apartment. He never seemed to mind what time she came over and this was bothering her. He was her friend he would help.

He was in bed trying to sleep and failing as usual. Every damn night it was the same, he could smell her hair, her perfume, her. On nights when she had a date he was in agony. He heard an incessant knock on his door. Getting out of bed he thought who the fuck could it be? He had gotten as far as the hall way when she burst in.

"Bones what the hell are you doing here, and how fuck did you get in?"

"I have a key." She replied with out looking at him, walking over to the couch and plopping her self down crossing her arms.

Leaning against the hall wall he said "I can see that, but why are you here?"

Looking at him for the first time she realized he was standing there clad only in his boxers she cleared her throat and continued "I have a problem and I thought since you are my friend you might help me with it."

He nodded his head in the affirmative and started walking toward her when she said "you might be more comfortable wearing more than boxers with little green men on them."

Looking down "Oh, yeah," he face reddened and he went back into his room coming out in sweat pants with FBI on the legs and no shirt. Walking over to the couch he sat down and asked her what her problem was.

She explained about her last male companion and pulled out the chart she had made. As she began to run through the reasons she had not continued her relationships with each of the eight men. Her frustration began to get the better of her. She jumped up and started pacing and talking. He could just make out what she was saying. Was there something wrong with her? Had her life as a child made her unable to have relationships? Suddenly she stopped and placed her head on the fireplace. Taking a big breath she turned around. "Booth you are good at relationships. At least you are better than I am. Do you think you could help me find someone?"

"Hell No."

"What the hell do you mean by no. Aren't you my friend, isn't that what friends do?"

"Yes. But I guess I have to be honest and tell you, you aren't my friend."

Now she was in a panic and her voice got a little strident. "What do you mean I'm not your friend? If you aren't my friend what are you?"

Taking her hands in his larger ones he pulled at her. "Sit down Temperance; Yes I could help you but I am sure the hell not going to help you find someone else. It's too much to ask. I know you need facts and tonight I am going to make you see reason. In the last four years every time I have needed you, you have been there. You have been there when I cried because of the death I saw. You made me see there was no cosmic balance sheet keeping tally. You have given me back my soul. Every time I am confused you are there to make things clear. At times I when I am lost you are always there as a beacon to light my way home. I need you as a lover, a life partner, call it what you will, but I need you."

For a moment they sat there face to face. She looked into his beautiful brown eyes. She saw something she had never seen before, or maybe she had just missed it. Slowly she reached out to his hands and brought them up to her lips. Kissing both of his palms she looked up at him with crystalline eyes brightened by unshed tears and said "Will you kiss me?"

He leaned over and placed soft gentle kisses on her lips then traveled over her forehead to her ear and down the side of her neck to the gentle slope of her collar bone. He then reversed his route with his tongue, spending as little extra time on her ear adding soft warm puffs of air to the moisture his tongue created. She stretched her neck back to give him more access to it and he willing took possession. He heard her say in a voice fill with wonder "I'm home."

They reached slowly to remove each others clothing one article at a time. Each button or zipper, each removed article brought a kiss, nip or a warm tongue to replace the pace where it had been. Finally when each was totally naked they were unable to control their emotions any longer. The in and out of a rhythm as old as time began.

They proceeded to show each other what their future as friends and lovers was going to be like. At some point during the night they moved to his bed. With less space constraints they flew higher until they both felt like they would explode with the wonder of each others touch. Each time they returned to some form of normalcy one touch from the other would start the rollercoaster all over again. How many times they made love they lost count of. Each knew this would be a night they would remember for the rest of their nights together.

While they were still best of friends they were now the very best of lovers. This was the night their bodied and love was fused together, never to be parted again.

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I often use music and you will see it as conversation, but there will be credit given to the lyricists. This is my first offering here, but I am really looking for criticism please. Kitty (my muse) is ok with either good or bad. I really feel that one can not improve unless one knows the difference between the two. Only you can tell me.

Nyre The Black Rose