Hey Everyone! How are things? It seems like it's been longer than 24 hours since we last met. I'm still loving all of your reviews. I am so overwhelmed by it actually. I never expected this story to be so loved. I guess I kind of thought it would be one of those stories that was just for me, you know? Haha, MY fantasy week, I guess :)

Anyways...I hope you like this chapter. I think it is very special. I was thinking the other day that I like to read stories that are hot and sweet at the same time. Kind of like the pieces of pineapple that come in a really good plate of sweet and sour chicken. Hot. Sweet.

I hope this chapter conveys that type of thing.

As I finished writing the bulk of it, I realized that I wanted to let it begin with the fantasy and not do much exposition beforehand. Hope that works for everyone. It's still about 6,000 words, so I think it will be okay.

And one more question (sorry, sorry... I know you're ready to get to the good Thursday stuff). Some of you have commented on my throwaway comment about doing Fantasy Week: Brennan Edition. Here's my question. If i DO actually do it, should I make it a continuation of this week? As in Booth decides that he wants to give her the same experience? Or should I just create a new storyline and create some sort of new scenario that would cause Booth to present Brennan with a solution: fantasy week.

Thoughts?

--b&b--

Day Five: Thursday

6:00 PM

Booth wiped his face with his t-shirt as he came back to his apartment after a long run. He was sweaty and gross and it felt freaking fantastic. Three Bones induced orgasms in one week could probably do that, he figured as he took off his running shoes and socks by the front door of his apartment. He smirked when he realized that just thinking about the way she'd groaned his name the night before set him up with enough energy to run another ten miles. But as he stretched his back, he figured he'd just grab a quick shower instead, maybe even relieve a little…pressure, just so he'd be able to last a little longer for whatever fantasy was in store for him tonight. He'd woken up this morning, walked into his bedroom and torn down the black paper. It represented what he didn't want between him and his partner, and it felt good to rip it down. And he'd spent the day thinking about her, and missing her, if he was honest. But now it was 6 o'clock, and he had a couple of hours till she'd knock on his door. Feeling his body react at the thought, he shook his head. Getting aroused just thinking about a knock on his door? "Pathetic, Seel" he grumbled to himself, still smiling.

Booth tugged the bottom of his t- shirt to his head and started to pull it over as he walked into his bedroom.

"Hey" a quiet voice spoke up, and Booth froze, his shirt falling back against his torso.

"Uh…hey"

What was she doing here? Sitting on his bed in a simple sundress, her hair pulled up into a high ponytail. That, combined with no make-up on her face, made her look about half her age.

"How was football practice?"

Oh, baby…

"Good" he swallowed back a groan, "It was pretty good. Coach was kind of working us hard with sprints" Jeez, he'd just jumped right on into that scenario, hadn't he? Holy crap! What was going on here?

"Oh" she frowned and rubbed her hands over her knees. "So you might be too tired, then?"

Too tired for what, he wanted to ask, but then she was sliding awkwardly off of the mattress and walking to stand in front of him. Up close, she looked even younger and prettier, and she smelled like…that Love's BabySoft perfume his cousins used to always spray too much of. But on her, it smelled…so sweet, and pure, and…

"You're probably wondering why I'm here" she tilted her head slightly, keeping her eyes on his chest, "I mean, I know we're just lab partners, but I…"

Lab partners? Son of a bitch… "But what?" he couldn't help but ask.

She shrugged a shoulder, meeting his eyes for a moment, "Well, I mean…I know you're really popular, and…I'm not, and you've probably never noticed me, except that we're partners and all, but I…I kind of wondered if maybe…" she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and fixed her gaze on the carpet, her bare toes digging into it. "We're both graduating soon, and I've um…been thinking about that night in the student council office, right before the Christmas dance…"

She looked up then, and her eyes were wide. "This is crazy, you probably don't even remember—"

"---the mistletoe" he interrupted. Damn she was good at this, "I…" he cleared his throat, "I remember."

"I know it was just a dare and all…" she breathed, "But I can't stop thinking about it."

A frown crossed her face, and she turned away from him, twisting her fingers together in front of her.

He thought back to the way she'd grabbed onto his jacket, the way he'd been so surprised at her enthusiasm. He'd made himself stay in control that day, but... "I've thought about it, too."

She turned suddenly, and there was a pretty blush on her cheek. "You have? But you…you hardly notice me at school."

He palmed the back of his neck and flushed. "Maybe I'm kind of shy."

"Yeah, right" she snorted, and his eyebrows rose.

Chagrined, she looked away. "I know you're not shy" she whispered. "I've seen you with other people." She peeked at him, "You make them laugh and other girls…they talk about you."

He wanted to tell her that the people she was talking about…they meant nothing. They were easy. A nasty joke would get a quick laugh, and a high touchdown count would get him a quick lay, yeah, but…that wasn't him.

"What do they say?" he asked, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he leaned against his bedroom doorway.

She was blushing furiously now, and for a moment Booth wondered how the hell she was manufacturing this for him.

"They say…" she inhaled through her nose and closed her eyes, appearing to try and draw some sort of inner confidence. "They say you know how to be gentle with a girl…you know…on her first time…" her voice trailed off then, and she swallowed hard.

Oh, mother of mercy. Was this happening? Ah!

He could feel his chest heaving and realized he was breathing hard, as if he'd really just completed another ten mile run. And all from her standing here, offering him what he thought she was offering. But there was only one way to find out.

--b&b—

Brennan peered up from her lashes and watched the play of emotion on his face. He was intrigued and flattered, and shocked, she could tell. But he also seemed interested, so…

"So…should I just lie back on the bed, then…or…?"

He did whimper then, but she didn't smile or anything, just waited for him to answer.

"No" he shook his head, and she flinched. She hadn't expected to be rejected. But when she thought about it, she wasn't surprised. Who did she think she was anyways?

"You're right. I'm sorry. This was crazy." She leaned up on her tiptoes for a moment as if gaining momentum and then tried to step past him, her bare arm brushing his in the doorway. "I'm sorry. Please just…don't tell anyone about this, okay?"

"No…wait" he grabbed her arm and tugged pulling her around.

She lost her balance a bit and stumbled toward his chest, her nose brushing against the cotton. He smelled dark and hot, and like nothing she'd ever smelled before.

"Just wait..." he frowned. "I just need to think for a moment."

--b&b—

But thinking was an impossibility, and he just stared at her for a couple of moments. "Are you sure?…"

She looked at him, and he felt he was being weighed and measured. And although if anyone in their lab class had asked him before if he really cared about his brainy partner's opinion of him, he probably would have scoffed, but, now, he really wanted to know what she thought.

"I'm sure" was all she said, and his chest puffed out a bit in pride.

"Oh, well…I'm kind of sweaty. I was going to take a shower, so…"

Their eyes locked and suddenly there was no more oxygen between them. "I guess I could join you there," she whispered, shrugging a slight shoulder. "It's up to you."

His hands crept up slowly to her shoulders and rested gently. Her skin was soft there… "So soft…why have I never noticed how soft your skin is before?"

She moaned lightly as his thumbs brushed the curve where her arms met her shoulders, and hearing the sound prodded him to action.

Carefully, he caught her lips with his, and she gasped into his mouth. He pulled back quickly, keeping his eyes on hers for any sign he'd made a mistake. But finding only a sign to proceed, he tightened his hands on her shoulders and leaned in for another kiss.

Oh, yes… he thought. He'd forgotten how good she tasted, how sweet in his mouth. And knowing that she'd been here, waiting for him, hoping he'd do this exact thing made him want to kiss her forever.

Brennan was careful to keep her lips as relaxed as possible. A part of her, a large, adult, willing and ready part of her wanted to clamp his head between her hands, his tongue between her lips and his body between her legs. She wanted to absorb as much of Booth as possible. She'd forgotten how dark and yet completely familiar he tasted, like the smoothest chocolate you could imagine. Faintly sweet but with a hint of bitterness. She wanted so badly to take control. To rip his sweaty t-shirt from his body and clean him with her tongue, shove him back into his shower and wash him up and down until he begged her to let her make him dirty again.

But she didn't do any of those things, and instead, just shivered in practiced innocence as his hand moved up to cup the back of her neck, his lips parting gently from hers.

"Are you…" his voice rasped and his fingers twitched slightly through her hair, "Should we go ahead?" he motioned with his head toward his bathroom door, and she shrugged a shy shoulder.

"Sure…"

Booth released her and then cleared his throat, turning to lead the way. He didn't look at her at all as he began removing his ratty t-shirt and mesh shorts and boxers, but instead just reached into his shower and turned on the water.

He stepped in, and then turned, almost afraid to see that he'd really imagined this fantasy, and that his hand would be outstretched to nothing and no one.

--b&b—

Brennan's eyes roved over him from his head to his toes, and then concentrated on the hand outstretched to her in invitation. Keeping her attention on that, she let the straps of her sundress fall off her shoulders. Reaching lower for the hem, she pulled the entire thing up and over her head, and she heard Booth gasp on a moan.

She almost laughed at the irony. For three days, she picked out the sexiest underwear she could think of to torture Booth, and he hadn't seen any of it, and here she was in a plain white cotton bra and panty set, very modest, very innocent.

And as she looked up, she could see there was nothing innocent or modest in Booth's reaction to it. Shivering, she wrapped her arms around her waist, trying to keep the lines between current Dr. Brennan and young Temperance separated.

But a part of her wanted this fantasy, too. Wanted to pretend that her first time really had been with someone who was looking at her as if she were the only person in the world for him. Knowing he was just acting gave her the courage to take a step forward. "I think…I mean, I'm not sure I'm really ready to be…" she motioned down her body and bit her bottom lip.

"It's okay" he nodded, swallowing hard. "We'll take this slow. We won't do anything you don't want to do."

And that was the motivation she needed. She stepped closer and closer until she was in the shower with him, their bodies close but not touching.

"Nervous?" he asked softly.

"A little" she whispered, then met his eyes, "I don't want to do the wrong thing."

A slight smile tipped the right side of his mouth, and he let two fingers smooth down her neck to her shoulder. "There's almost no wrong thing you can do, I promise."

She wrapped her hand around his wrist and pulled his hand away. "I um…I forgot to mention this." A blush crept up her cheeks, "Can we keep this a secret? Not that I'm ashamed or anything…I just don't want everyone to know."

"Oh, yeah, no…yeah, of course" he nodded rapidly, a breath leaving in a rush, "I swear to God. I won't tell anyone. I promise, Temperance."

She shivered and her eyes slammed shut at the sound of her first name, "Do you…I mean, can you kiss me again?" she asked. When he was kissing her, there was no awkwardness, no worry about anything.

His only answer was to slide his other hand up to cup her face. She felt the rough glide of his lips against her jaw, and then her forehead. He was torturing her, she realized, and her stomach tightened in anticipation. Her tongue snaked out to lick her desperate lips, and he groaned. The sound caused her eyes to open just in time to see his mouth descend to hers, his tongue already seeking entrance into hers. She whimpered and let him pull her closer, the feel of his whole body against hers more than she could bear.

--b&b—

She was wiggling like crazy, and Booth didn't know if she was pretending or not, and to be honest he didn't give a damn. This was one hot as hell fantasy, and he was going to make damn sure to make her feel as good as possible for a change.

"Seeley" her lips parted from his and moaned, and his determination to take it slow took a savage hit. His hand slid down her back to cup her hips. He squeezed her there, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight, the wet cotton between them no barrier against her aroused skin. He wanted to rip it off with his teeth and then kiss every inch of her body until she not only wanted him as much as he wanted her but that she also never wanted any other man but him.

Irrational, he knew, but it didn't stop him from nipping at her lips possessively. The whimper she released then inflamed him so greatly that he couldn't help but grind his aching arousal against her stomach, even though he knew it would be too soon.

Sure enough, she gasped and pulled away quickly, pushing at his shoulders.

With a deep groan, he released her, letting her take a step back into the spray, letting her maintain the pace.

--b&b--

Her hands were at his shoulders, and she intended to pull away, but she became entranced with the way rivulets of water were streaming down his body. Drops of moisture travelled from the showerhead and landed on his form only to join with one another in rivers down his hard chest and stomach. His abdominal muscles were pulled tight, framing his belly button. She couldn't resist letting one index finger rest in the little indentation and then circling it slowly.

"Fuck" he gasped, and her eyes flew up to meet his.

"Sorry" he flushed, and his weight shifted, "I shouldn't have said that. I don't usually talk like that in front of girls."

Her mouth curved up in a tiny smile. "It's okay" she let the pad of her finger make another circle around his belly button, this time pressing a little bit harder inside, enjoying the way it made his knees buckle a bit. "I kind of liked it."

He inhaled sharply through his nose and closed his eyes, snorting out a laugh. "Okay, then…"

A tremor coursed through his body and seemed to set his whole being on full alert. And then he realized she wasn't touching him any longer. Opening his eyes, he noticed her gaze was firmly locked on the very prominent erection, currently expanding even further in her direction.

"Everything okay?" he asked, anxious for her reaction.

Surprised, she met his eyes, "Yes" she gasped. "I just…I mean, I've never seen…" her head tilted to the side in the sweetest way as she looked back down, "Is that what is supposed to happen?"

He moaned a chuckle at her innocence. "Yeah, I guess. It's uh…"

"—can I touch your…you know…?" she interrupted, and his hips rocked forward of their own volition.

"My penis?" he smirked.

She gasped and met his eyes. Damn she was good at this.

"It's just a word, you know. Nothing to be embarrassed about" he teased. Their eyes held for a moment, neither one quite sure.

"So, I can?" she asked, her fingers stretching toward him a bit.

"Temperance, I don't…I mean…maybe we should concentrate on you--" was all he could say as she let one of her palms come up to rest gently on his thigh.

"Please" she asked, bringing her other hands up to rest on his other thigh, her thumbs both oh so close to where he desperately wanted to be. "I want to learn."

Fuck, fuck, fuck, she was turning him on and inside out with her words.

"Okay…" he nodded and spread his feet apart slightly to brace himself for the sensation to come.

But nothing could have prepared him for the way she took the head of his cock in between her thumb and index finger, twisting slightly.

He let loose a mottled curse and his fist clenched. He could rip out the entire floor with the tension building in his arms and legs, just from one tiny swoop of her fingers.

She pulled back quickly and gasped. "Am I hurting you?"

"NO!" he grabbed her hand in his and placed it back around him, pausing for a moment before leading her in a firm up and down motion. "No, baby, it feels so good."

His eyes slammed shut and his throat worked up and down in rhythm to their hands. He let go to press both of his hands on her hips again and groaned when she kept up the pace he'd set, her sweet fist squeezing ever so tighter in torment. "It feels so good" he repeated.

Her hips twitched in his hands, and he paused, realizing what was happening. Whoa, he needed to take a step back, literally. She wasn't some quick screw. She'd asked him for help, and here he was pushing into her hand as fast as he could. Summoning up his control, he gently circled her wrist and pulled her hand from his body. He couldn't resist pulling her hand up to place a kiss on the inside of her wrist.

Her eyes flared at the intimacy, and once again he wondered where the line was between fantasy and reality.

--b&b—

"You seemed to be enjoying that" Temperance's eyebrows rose, "Did I do something wrong?"

"No" he chuckled, bringing his face down to press against her shoulder, letting his hands smooth up her back, "You were doing everything right. But this isn't about me, it's about you, so…let's just concentrate on that for a bit. Okay?"

She nodded slightly, her nose brushing against his chest. He smiled and kissed her, "Good…"

Taking a literal step back, he let his eyes run over her body. She was doing the same, and he saw the moment she frowned. "What's the matter?"

She pointed to where his penis was oozing slightly in anticipation of joining with her. "What is that?"

He swallowed and flushed. "That's uh…it's um, a sort of, lubrication" he cleared his throat, "It helps um…it helps us move a little better, once I'm, you know…inside."

"Inside?" her brow furrowed, and his shot up. She was that innocent?

"Yes" he rasped, and his fingers slid around her back to rest on her thigh. She quivered and tensed, but he kept his eyes locked on hers. Very slowly, he brought his fingers to brush against wet cotton, and she trembled violently and stepped backward, shielding him from her.

"I…I'm sorry…I'm not ready…"

He pulled his upper lip between his teeth and bit hard to maintain control and a steady heartbeat. "It's okay. It's okay…I promise. We've kind of gotten ahead of ourselves, so we'll just slow down a bit."

Gently, he placed his hands on her shoulders and then moved them down her arms, beginning a slow massage. She relaxed and he smiled before he let his hands cover her stomach lightly. "Feel good?" he murmured, and she nodded.

"Yes"

"Good…" he pressed a kiss to her shoulder and then another, "I want to make you feel really, really good."

The whisper from earlier in the week almost broke her concentration, but she held on and let him continue his exploration.

"Can I see you?" he asked, toying with the straps of her bra along her shoulders.

She shifted in his grasp and looked away, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

"Temperance?"

She met his eyes then, "If I show you, do you promise not to laugh at me?"

Confusion furrowed his brow. "Laugh at you? Why would I laugh at you?"

She swallowed and shrugged one slight shoulder. "I'm bigger than some girls my age. I know that, and I know that I'm kind of disproportionate to the rest of my body, and…" she pulled her lip between her teeth before continuing, her eyes on her feet now, "I heard that most guys don't really like that."

His eyebrows rose, "Who said that?"

She ran her hands nervously down her thighs, "My brother and his friends…"

Damn it… "Were they…talking about you?" his fists clenched in rage at the idea of her being humiliated like that. If he ever saw them, he was going to beat the hell out of each and every one of them.

"No" she met his eyes quickly, "No, I just…I just heard them talking is all…"

Their eyes held for a long moment, and he hoped his gaze conveyed reassurance and trust.

Without speaking, he gently lowered one strap of her bra, the wet cotton sticking slightly against her shoulder. He reached over to her other shoulder, and then back to release the clasp.

"No" she pulled back. "I want to do it."

He smiled slightly at her determination. "Okay" he nodded, and let his hands fall to his side.

She fumbled and frowned as she tried to reach behind her to unclasp her bra. Finally it came loose, and she paused, then lowered it completely off her body, bringing her arms down to rest at her sides.

--b&b—

Booth felt his breath leave him in a way that had nothing to do with fantasy and everything to do with the reality of his perfect partner standing right in front of him. Her breasts weren't overly large, but they were perfectly formed, with slight slopes at the tops and heavier weight on the bottoms. Perfect candy tipped little raindrops for his palms. "You're perfect." He said hoarsely, "More perfect than I ever imagined."

She gasped and covered herself quickly, stepping back until she was pressed against the wall of his shower. He met her gaze in alarm. What had he said?

"You've imagined me? Like this?"

She pulled him back into the fantasy of a shy girl, and his heart grew with compassion. "Yeah" he admitted, keeping his eyes on hers, "I've thought of you."

Her shoulders relaxed, but she kept her arms crossed over her chest. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"

He shrugged a shoulder and stepped closer. "I don't know. Probably because I never thought in a million years you'd ever be interested in me."

"What?" she gasped. "Why would you think that?"

He chuckled. "Maybe because you always roll your eyes at me in the lab. Obviously you're like a genius or something, and you know…obviously I'm not" he joked.

She swallowed and shifted slightly, "Well, maybe I'm just shy too."

He met her eyes and nodded. "Sure…but um…" He didn't speak any more, but just brought his hands back up to her shoulders. Smoothing them down her arms he grasped her hands, pulling them down to her sides. Twining their fingers together, he leaned in to kiss her gently. "You don't have to be shy with me. Not like this."

She moaned against his mouth and her hands squeezed his. She leaned forward and the tips of her breasts brushed against his chest, hardening even further. They both moaned, and suddenly she ripped her hands from his and practically threw herself at him, groaning louder as she pressed against him so tight he couldn't tell where she began and he ended.

Their lips were frantic against one another, and he smoothed his hands up her waist to cup her from the sides. His thumbs brushed the undersides of her breasts, and she shivered violently, her head tipping back on a whimper.

"Yes" he encouraged and slid his thumbs up higher, circling her nipples. "Does that feel good?"

"YESSS" she cried, her eyes closed in wonder as he tugged lightly with his thumbs and index fingers. Her hips began rocking with the motion and soon she was panting in time with every gentle pull.

"Put your hands around my neck" he commanded, cupping her breasts fully in his palms and squeezing gently. "God, you were made for me" he groaned and hitched her arms around his neck.

"Hmmm…" she whimpered incoherently, and he kissed her mouth, encouraging more moans and whimpers. One of his thighs slid between hers and she gasped against his mouth. "Seeley…"

He growled low and possessively in his throat and hitched her arms up tighter around his neck, "Hold on."

"What?" she moaned and titled her neck to the side. Her eyes flew open when he grasped her hips and lifted her. Instinctively, she tightened her arms around his neck for balance and looked down to see his face eyelevel with her heaving chest. "What are you going to do?"

He looked into her eyes for a moment, captivated by the intensity he saw there. "I'm going to kiss you here." His cheek nuzzled softly against her skin, "A lot of girls like it, and…I think you will too."

"O—okay…"

He looked down to see her pouting nipple so close to his mouth. It tightened sweetly under his gaze, and he leaned closer to press his lips against it in a soft kiss.

She shuddered violently and pressed into him, and all of a sudden, her flesh was sucked up into his mouth, the taste of her so unbelievably sweet on his tongue.

For long moments, there were no sounds except the water hitting the floor of the shower and his breathing through his nose as he suckled her gently. But when his tongue joined his lips, she groaned, the sound echoing against the tile and surrounding them both in her desire for him. "That feels so good."

"I'm glad" he whispered, sliding his mouth over to her other breast to include it in this particular brand of torture.

She was straining now against the thigh pressed between hers, and with one firm suck on her breast, she gasped and pressed tighter to him, her entire body shuddering in pleasure.

"Ah…" she whimpered, and then covered her face with her hands. "What was that?"

He pulled back to look at her, his chest heaving, "I think you just had an orgasm…"

They both blushed deeply and pulled in shaking breaths. "Oh…wow" her head tilted forward, then lolled back against the shower wall. "Wow" she repeated.

He felt a surge of pride at reducing her to interjections and then gasped when he felt her hand wrap around him. He'd almost forgotten his own need in his desire to pleasure her, but all of a sudden, his own orgasm slid precariously close.

"Temperance, wait" his words belied his hips as they thrust forward between her thighs. "I mean, you don't have to do this. This is about you."

"I want to" she nodded and he let her feet come back to the floor of the shower, more to press his hands on either side of her head as her hand pulled and stroked and, oh, sweet mercy, made him feel like no one else ever had.

"I want you" he growled, and she paused and then sped up her movements.

Hoping she was okay, he let one hand slide to her waist. When his fingers brushed over her panties, she tensed, but relaxed when he merely toyed with the small bow at the top of them. "I want to be inside you, Temperance. I want to show you what it can be like."

By now he was barely cognizant of the words coming from his mouth as he concentrated on not coming. And on not ripping her underwear from her body. Instead he let his fingers slide gently down the front of her, feeling her sharp heat even underneath the soaked wet cotton. She moaned and her thighs slid apart in welcome. He nearly crowed at the slight victory and burrowed one gentle fingertip in the lower leg hem, smoothing it along her sensitive flesh. "Can you feel that" he taunted, letting another finger join in, and they parted the soft curls there before sinking lightly into her most private part.

"Yes" she gasped and her hips rocked forward. His hand was pinned between her heat and her underwear and he began a light rubbing motion, pleased when she grew so distracted her head fell back against the wall of the shower and her hands fell to her sides, clenching and unclenching.

"You're wet" he murmured, "And not just because we're in the shower. Can you feel how wet you are? That's for me."

She groaned and he let one fingertip circle her entrance. "This is what I've been telling you about, Temperance. Right here. This spot here, was made for me to be inside."

He didn't give a damn if she resented his possessive words. She'd asked him to help her, by God. Him, Seeley Booth.

"Say my name" he commanded, needing to hear from her that she knew who she was with.

She whimpered and he pressed his thumb against her sensitive clit through her underwear.

"AHHHH!!!!" she practically screamed, writhing desperately in his arm, under his hand.

"Say it,"

She closed her eyes and surrendered to everything that was happening in her body. Clamping her hands on his shoulders, she squeezed as hard as her body was squeezing around his fingers buried so deep inside. "SEELEY!!!"

"Yes" he gasped, pressing tighter, letting her ride his hand, keeping his eyes locked on her face, not wanting to miss one single moment. "Yeah, baby." She was his…in every way, but one, and he was about to change that.

He let her relax slightly before tugging at her underwear. She moaned and then tensed, pulling back. "Wait."

He groaned against her shoulder, "Not funny, Temperance. Game over. I need you." He pressed his erection to her warmth and thrust twice, "I need you so damn much, I can't wait another second to be inside you."

She froze and her hands pushed at his hips. "Wait" she begged. "I'm not ready"

Stunned, Booth pulled back, a curse at the tip of his tongue. "I mean it" he growled. "No joking around, I need you."

Her face was pained and she looked away, her chest heaving. She lifted begging eyes to his and pleaded without words.

"Bones…" he gasped, and she flinched.

Damn it…

"I'm sorry" her eyes slammed shut. "I'm not ready. I thought I was, but I'm not. I'm so sorry…I'm so sorry…"

She stepped beside him and left the shower, her whole body trembling as she tried to pull on her dress over her head, not bothering to dry off at all. "I'm so sorry" she kept repeating.

She couldn't look back at him, and instead turned toward the door. "I'm…" her voice cracked then, and she just tucked her head to her chest and tried to hurry.

But at the last minute, she felt his hand on her arm, and he pulled her around into a strong hug. "Hey…hey…it's okay" he swallowed.

His wet naked form pressed against hers, and he cupped her face gently. "It's okay. I promise." Keeping her still, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, showing her, trying to tell her from the bottom of his heart, hoping she believed him.

Pulling back slightly, he pressed his forehead to hers, this thumb wiping away a brush of moisture from her cheek. He wasn't sure if it was a tear or a drop from their soaking bodies, but either way, it caused his heart to tighten, "I'll see you tomorrow, Temperance."

She nodded and pressed her cheek into his palm for just a moment longer, "Tomorrow" she whispered as she turned and walked away.

--b&b—

Booth watched her walk out the door, and his heart felt slightly bruised. But it had been his name she'd been moaning, and he knew her well enough to know that she'd lost control. That pleased him greatly, and he turned to walk back to his bathroom. He stared at the now empty shower, his aching cock begging him to step back in and just lean against the wall and release. It would be so easy too, now that she'd been there with him. He could just imagine her soft thighs around his, the narrow passage his fingers had explored. It would be so easy to just give in.

With a groan, he wrenched the curtain aside and stepped inside, resting his head against his arm. In his mind, he could see her, taste her on his tongue. Feel her hand wrapped around him, and he tugged and rocked a few times.

"Bones" her name flew from his lips, and his heart felt even more confused and battered at the combination of the fantasy and her reality, mixed with the fantasy he'd created in his mind. His breathing grew heavy, and then eased, and he reached over to turn off the water before stepping out of the shower again.

He didn't bother to dry off, but just made his way over to his bed. It was still light outside, but he felt so exhausted.

But he was also going to see her tomorrow.

And tomorrow he'd show her everything he could. Because if there was one thing he'd learned from this week, it was that his greatest fantasy was her letting him be her reality. His eyes remained open for a long time after that as he thought about a plan.

--b&b—

Brennan wiped tears from her cheeks the entire way home as she drove. Thankful she'd made this trip so many times in the past, her hands were on autopilot, and she soon found herself sitting in her driveway.

What had started out as a fun loving fantasy for Booth had turned into an out of control experience. She quickly made her way from her car to her apartment, and once inside, she stood with her back against the door for long moments. In her mind, she could still feel Booth's hands on her, around her, in her, his mouth making her feel sweet and hot at the same time. But what really made her nervous was the way she'd completely lost control. She'd been begging him, and been willing to give him just about everything he'd wanted.

She shuddered as she remembered the way she'd called out his name at his command. He'd said she was made for him, and he'd possessed her body as if he meant it.

And she'd let him.

Brennan shook her head and stepped away from her door, locking it quickly, and pausing at that made her think of Booth, too.

She turned, and in her mind, Booth was there. He was everywhere. Leaning against her couch with a pizza, sitting at her table with paperwork and a beer.

Her brain hurt from the overstimulation, and she closed her eyes for a moment before steeling her shoulders and walking back to her bedroom.

Willing herself to stop thinking and just relax, she turned on music and placed her sleep eye pillow over her eyes.

The effects of the evening caught up to her, and soon she relaxed into a deep sleep.

--b&b--

AH!! We're so close to the end! See you tomorrow!