Wow! Thank you all for the huge response to the last chapter. Once again I apologise for the long wait. The restaurant in this chapter in based on O'Connell Street Bistro in Auckland, New Zealand. It is serious amazing. Just a warning that the next chapter will be moving to an M rating so be aware of that when you look for it. Hope you enjoy this and have a great day (smile!) – kate

Ninety hours after his decision to go all alpha male, Booth was standing on Brennan's doorstep. He had just rung the bell. Booth was focussing on breathing through his nose in an attempt to calm his nerves. Rather than the clichéd butterflies Booth was sure that a herd of hyped up hippos were lumbering through his digestive tract. He had never been so nervous. God, why did I put myself in this position? He wondered.

The goddess who finally answered the door enlightened him. Temperance, framed by the door, was breathtaking, everything he had allowed himself to imagine and so much more. She wore a simple black halter neck dress cut on the knee. The fabric shimmered as a result on the glitter than was nestled in it, and a diamante broach at the bottom on the plunging v-neck caught the light. Her auburn hair hung in a sheer, shimmering curtain down her back with a few strands pulled off her face by a diamante clasp. Simple diamonds glittered in her ears. Booth couldn't help his eyes from flickering down her legs, registering that Brennan was wearing stockings of some form or other…

"Seeley." Temperance's voice broke his trance. "I followed all your requests."

Booth gaped and managed a strangled "good" while Brennan just smiled at him, loving the effect that she was having on him. But then again, Booth's careful cataloguing of her outfit had left her feeling almost indecently exposed under the intensity of his gaze.

As Booth guided her to his SUV, Brennan appraised her companion's attire. He was wearing a black dinner suit, the cut of which showed off his toned physique. Instead of a bowtie, he had left the top button of his crisp white shirt undone allowing a smidgen of his chest to be seen. As usual, he was clean shaven. Brennan felt slightly disappointed that he had shaved. I'll just have to make some rules of my own next time, she theorised silently.

Once they were seated Brennan proceeded to give Booth directions to their destination. Having not been there herself she hoped that it would be up to scratch. Bren had trusted Angela's intuition, not that she was going to let Booth know that the decision had been made by someone's gut. She hadn't been going to ask Angela for help but since the kiss she had been incorrigible.

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The previous Tuesday afternoon…

"So Bren, how are things going with Booth?" Angela asked. She raised an eyebrow and then probed further. "When's your first date?"

Brennan sighed. "There's nothing going on…" she began, and then stopped. Having been assigned the task of making a restaurant booking for their first date, Brennan was feeling a little intimidated. She decided to throw caution to the wind.

"It's on Friday."

Angela squealed. "I'm SO excited for you," she gushed. "So where's Booth taking you?"

Brennan frowned. "Actually that's the problem. I have to make the reservations and I have no idea where we should go."

Angela rolled her eyes. Trust Brennan to be clueless about such a no brainer.

"Make reservations at Blur. Trust me, it's perfect."

Having sorted Brennan out, Angela raced back down the corridor to her office. Bones was left feeling slightly weirded out as Ange hadn't pumped her for any further information. Angela reached her office, slammed the door and flung herself down behind her desk. She immediately brought up the online betting spreadsheet, and her suspicions were confirmed. Damn.

Angela had been way off on the kiss. She had predicted that it would happen after the first date, and now she was over 2 weeks off on the timing of the date. Ahhh she mentally yelled. And the odds on the sex bet were totally against her as well. This was not cool. She was totally excited for Brennan, but really she could have done Angela a favour and waited a little longer. Although it was in Brennan's favour that she was trying to resist Booth. For some reason the concept for resistance led Angela to the subject of Hodgins. He deserved to know the good news. She would bet money that he would also be unhappy with the latest developments in the BB 101 saga.

Her prediction was correct. Hodgins was in agony over the timing of the date. He didn't care particularly about his own downfall, he was more concerned about those who were succeeding in the betting pool. Zach and Cullen had some how managed to get the kiss and the date almost bang on although Zach had done slightly better. It was all going to come down to when the couple decided to engage in sexual relations. Hodgins sent up a prayer. The sooner the better he thought. He was gunning for Cullen all the way. An FBI agent over a squint…it was almost inconceivable but a certain piece of paper was still on Hodgins' mind.

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Brennan's thoughts returned to her body with a thump. They had arrived. Booth pushed open the door of their destination and ushered Brennan inside. The intimate restaurant that the open door revealed seated only twenty patrons, but the warm hues and muted lighting created an atmosphere that was both elegant and inviting. Both relaxed immediately.

"Wow this place in amazing," Booth murmured in Brennan's ear.

"I know," she smirked. Then as the waiter arrived to guide them to their table, Booth's warm, slightly calloused hand gripped Brennan's firmly causing the smirk to slide right off her face.

After they had ordered the pair sat at their table for two nibbling bread and drinking a red. Their waiter had proved extremely knowledgeable about the extensive cellar that the restaurant boasted and he had recommended the wine they were drinking almost before they had sat down. Both were in agreement that he had made an excellent choice.

Later on in their meal, the said waiter watched the couple and felt slightly amused. The wine he had recommended was clearly having its usual effects. In the hospitality industry it was no secret that wine was an aphrodisiac and this wine was a particularly good example. He observed the redhead run a stocked foot up the gentleman's leg and then during the main course saw the man feed a mouthful of his sole to his lady companion. The waiter smiled to himself when the redhead passed by his station on her way to the bathroom, cheeks flushed, lips parted.

He bet a kitchen hand $20 that they would be gone by half past nine. At 9.27pm he grinned smugly as he tucked a crisp $20 bill into his pocket leaving the kitchen hand to cry over onions. As he leaned on the till, the waiter was relived to find the couple weren't a total cliché. The redhead had paid the bill. He wasn't to know that they had never followed the rule book, except when playing the game of course.

Meanwhile Booth and Brennan were left to stand outside the restaurant. They looked apprehensively at each other. There was only one thing left on the evening's agenda…mind-blowing sex.