I am SO sorry I am late on Saturday with Saturday's chapter! It is still Saturday, of course, so technically, I'm not late, but…I didn't post it first thing after midnight, as was the norm. Also you should know that I broke my other rule, the two guaranteed "Big Os" per chapter rule. But, hey, you know what? Get your own orgasms….hahahahaha. Oh my gosh, I'm terrible!

I hope you like the ending. Let me know what you think! It's a little open ended, but I can guarantee you the last three words aren't "Who are you?", so…right from the start, it's got that going for it, am I right? Haha

Anywhoo…

Chapter Seven: Saturday

Brennan awoke to the sound of thunder and lightning and pounding rain against her bedroom windows. Groaning, she pulled her covers over her head and burrowed deeper into the darkness there. But the loss of light there only heightened her other senses, and as she inhaled, her mind rocketed back to the night before. Booth's cologne and naturally attractive scent washed over her and she could hear and feel him, the way he'd lost control and called out her name. Their bodies had been locked so tight, and for the first time ever, she hadn't known where she ended and her sexual partner began.

I'll see you, Bones…

His parting words caused her body to flinch, and over and over they looped in her mind. "I'll see you, Bones. I'll see you, Bones…"

Every other night he'd added tomorrow,but last night, he'd kissed her gently, covered her body, refused her invitation to stay, and left.

He'd physically left, but she felt his presence everywhere. She heard the growl in his voice when he'd let himself go, she felt the press of his entire body against hers and then way he'd whispered thank you into the curve of her neck. She could imagine the way he'd smiled at her over dinner, his eyes twinkling over his wineglass as he grinned at something she'd said. It had been one of his real smiles, too, one of the ones he almost never gave. It wasn't for charm or in disbelief or to trick a suspect. But a real smile…for her.

Her fingers itched, imagining the way he'd looked in his tux, laid out on her couch, slightly snoring. His eyes had widened in surprise when she kissed him awake, as if he wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not.

And when he'd kissed her all night long, he'd tasted so good. So like him and good.

But he hadn't said tomorrow…

Another clap of thunder broke her reverie, and she clenched her eyes shut, pulling the covers further over her head.

--b&b—

A few hours later….

Booth sat in the diner chair, his fork poised in the air above his plate of pancakes. He watched as the butter and syrup slid in rivulets against the stack before he cut a perfect triangle, spearing it with his fork and shoving it into his mouth. It was good, he supposed, but everything he'd put to his mouth tasted a little sour.

Booth was cognizant enough to know the reason, but he wasn't exactly sure whether the food wasn't as good to him because he now knew what Bones tasted like, or if it was because his disapproval for himself left him with such distaste in his mouth.

He frowned and sliced another triangle, spearing it before letting his fork fall to the side of his plate. He ran a hand down his face as he listened to the rain pounding against the diner windows. He'd almost laughed when he'd woken up to the storm, it completely reflecting his mood. Had he done the right thing?

It was a question he'd asked himself over and over for the past few years when it came to his partner. Even when he'd accepted responsibility for her from Cullen, he'd asked himself… did I do the right thing?

He'd always thought making love to Bones would give him answers, but there were only more questions.

Making love, he snorted to himself. Yeah, right.

Once again, he'd lost control, his fingers clenching on her hips. God, he hadn't even had his eyes open when he'd pounded into her over and over. Who the hell knew what he'd said. She'd accepted it, encouraged him even, with the sweet clamp of her thighs around his waist, the tender slide of her fingers in his as he'd…

"Booth?"

--b&b—

He looked up in shock to see her standing in front of him. He blinked a couple of times to make sure he wasn't imagining it, but no…she was there. Twisting her fingers nervously in front of her, biting her lower lip.

She was practically soaked, having not worn a coat in the rain. Her shirt and face were damp and her hair was so wet, its color was almost black. The contrast against her blue eyes caused a shift inside of him. "Uh, hey, Bones…want to sit?"

He cursed the crack in his voice, and the nervousness he felt around her. Damn it!

"No…" she clenched her jaw and just looked at him, slight confusion in her gaze.

Damn it, damn it...why had he left her last night? Was it really that important to prove a point? The thought of her waking up alone twisted his gut into knots, as he waited for her to speak.

"I just wanted to say something, Booth." She began. "I owe you an apology."

"Bones?" he gasped. "What…?"

"Let me finish, Booth, and then I'll leave you alone, I promise." She swallowed and looked out the window. "I strayed from my original intent, and for that, I apologize. This week was supposed to be about you, about making you feel really good, but in the end, I felt moments of selfishness. I'm almost too ashamed to admit it, but it's true. I let you focus on my pleasure, when I should have been focusing on yours."

Her eyes met his then, but he was stunned, his blood rushing through his ears. He didn't think he was possibly hearing her correctly.

"And so…like I said, I apologize." She continued, "it won't happen again, obviously" she gave a sad chuckle that cut him to the core, "More importantly, I promise that it won't affect our partnership. I promise you, Booth."

Her eyes were serious, and slightly troubled, and Booth blinked, totally in shock as she lifted one hand, almost as if to caress his face. But then she sucked in a sharp breath and pulled her hand back quickly, turning on her heel and walking quickly out the door.

--b&b—

Brennan clenched her teeth against the rain pounding on her face as she hurried down the sidewalk. She'd had to park two blocks away from the diner, and the rain felt cold and sharp against her. Okay, she'd done it. She'd admitted to Booth that she'd let her feelings over take her logic, and she'd apologized for it. It hadn't been easy, but she'd done it. That he'd not answered her was no surprise. If she was him, she'd be disgusted with her, too. She'd promised one thing and then not delivered.

Fumbling in her pants pocket for her keys, she cursed the way the damp denim tightened. Just as she pulled her keys free, she felt a warm hand on her arm, spinning her around.

Gasping, her eyes widened as Booth's fingers tightened on her arm. "Booth…" she whispered.

He didn't say anything as his eyes grew darker. She could almost see his mind moving, but she had no idea what he was thinking. Maybe he was pissed at her that she'd pretty much just announced their business in the diner.

Damn it…she hadn't even thought of that. Of course he'd be mad.

Except he didn't look mad as the rain fell against his hair and face, the lashes around his brown eyes spiking with the water. He looked almost confused.

Brennan felt him slide his hand against her arm down to her hand, and she swallowed hard as he twined his fingers in hers.

They stood like that for a couple of moments, until he shifted and pulled back. "We'll figure this out, Bones. I promise."

She nodded and walked around to the driver's side of her car, unlocking it and getting in. His eyes were still on her as she started her car and drove away, and she could see him standing there, in the pouring rain, one hand cupping the back of his neck and the other at his side, fingers clenching and unclenching.

--b&b—

10:00 PM

Brennan slammed her laptop closed, wanting to throw it against the wall. For hours, she'd been staring at a blank word document. It tormented her but not as much as the deadline rapidly approaching. She'd completely forgotten about the second half of the new novel she owed to her editor. It hadn't been until she'd pulled into her driveway that morning that she remembered she really had quite a lot of work to do. Normally such a challenge would invigorate her and the hours would speed by, sure, but at the end of them, she'd have a great sense of accomplishment and a complete product.

But now, now she wasn't even one word closer to the end of her task. Not one word.

"This is ridiculous" she muttered and stood up, pacing to her kitchen, yanking open her fridge to see if there was anything interesting there.

With a sigh, she stood straight, cursing the twinge in her lower back from having sat hunched over for most of the day.

She spotted her blackberry on the counter and noticed the red light flashing, indicating a message. Frowning, she walked over to it. She hadn't noticed getting a call, and she realized as she held it up that she'd managed to put the ringer on silent.

Quickly dialing her voicemail, she smiled as Angela's voice rang through the line.

"Hey, hey, Brennan!"

Brennan could hear loud voices in the background, and she chuckled.

"I don't know what you're doing tonight, but if you're free, you should come over to the Banana Boat. Baby…these guys are HOT!"

Brennan grinned and leaned against the counter, imagining Angela dancing around a line of guys in her wake.

"But maybe you're busy, Bren. If so, I'll catch up with you on Monday. Either way, enjoy the last night of the week!"

The voicemail moderator came on and requested Brennan make a decision. Did she want to save the voicemail, play it again, send it to another user?

But Brennan was stunned. Last night of the week. End of the week…

It was Saturday night. The last night of the week…

"I'm sorry, I did not understand your entry. Please…" the voicemail prompted her. But Brennan didn't pay attention as she quickly grabbed her keys, rushing out the door.

--b&b—

Booth spit into the sink and then tossed his toothbrush back into the cup near the faucet. He sighed and ran his palm over his face, feeling as exhausted as he looked. He looked at his bathroom clocks and noticed they all read the same time, 10:43.

Smiling slightly, he went ahead and turned on all of their chimes. Every once in a while he liked to hear them go off at midnight. It was goofy, he knew, but…what the hell. His clock collection had started from his grandfather's shop, and there was just something cool about bells and chimes and even one cuckoo bird.

When he was done, he tapped his fingers against his legs and clicked his teeth together. It wasn't that late…he could go out, he supposed. Grab a beer, maybe…anything that would distract him from the fact that it had been 2 hours and now…51 minutes since Bones had not knocked on his door. He knew she wasn't going to. Last night was their last night. He just only hoped he didn't get a hard on every night at 7:59 for the rest of his life.

Two hours and fifty two minutes…

--b&b—

Shivering slightly from the breeze in the hall, Brennan stood outside his door and knocked lightly. She could hear footsteps on the other side, but it didn't prepare her for the way she would feel when the door finally opened.

"Bones?"

Booth's eyebrows were raised, and his hand rested on the door.

"Can I come in?" Brennan asked, and he nodded.

"Sure, sure…of course."

Booth stepped aside and watched as she entered, peeling off her jacket. He took it and slid it off her arms the rest of the way before resting it against the table in the kitchen with her purse, waiting for her to say something.

"Booth…I have a favor to ask you."

He pulled in a deep breath, "Sure, Bones. Anything." Anything…

"Well" she began, sliding her palms down her thighs, her jeans and dark sweater so familiar, it eased his mind a bit.

"I've been doing some thinking today." She continued, "And technically, since it's Saturday, it's still fantasy week."

Booth inhaled sharply through his nose, but didn't comment, instead allowing her to elaborate.

"And as such, I think…" she met his eyes and a sweet flush crept up her neck. "As such, I think that…I mean, I was wondering if you would allow me to…to try and…"

She looked away then, and clenched her jaw.

"To try what, Bones?" he encouraged.

She swallowed and met his eyes. "I am wondering if you will try to let me make love to you. I know I've never done anything like that before, but I figured since it's just one more night, you might let me give it a shot. If you don't want that, it's okay, I understand. But I, um…I would like to try, just once."

This was it, Booth realized. This was his chance.

"Okay" he nodded and cleared his throat, "Okay, yes."

--b&b—

Brennan felt anxiety kick in. The speech had been the easy part. She knew exactly what she'd wanted to say, which rationalizations to use, but now, now with his agreement, she wasn't exactly sure where to begin. This wasn't just biological urges.

"How should I start?" she asked, and his eyes softened.

"Let's um…" he ran his hand over his jaw lightly, "Let's go back to the bedroom and start there, okay?"

Brennan nodded and followed him as he led the way.

Once they were there, he turned and faced her. "What would you like me to do, Bones?"

Her brow furrowed, and she looked behind him to the bed. "I'm not sure. I know how to touch you to turn you on, but I'm not sure about the other stuff."

He nodded and walked over to sit on the edge of his bed. "Well, one thing you can do, if you want, is talk to me. Just tell me what you're thinking. Tell me how you feel about something you're doing. That usually works."

Brennan walked over to stand in front of him, toeing off one of her shoes and then the other, "Talking. I can do that."

He chuckled, "I know."

Brennan put on hand on her hip. "Very funny…"

Booth just laughed and tapped her lightly on the nose, "What can I say, I'm a funny guy."

Brennan smiled reluctantly and then remembered the image she'd had in her mind during her massage. "I think I'd like to give you a massage. Will that work?"

Booth's throat moved and he nodded, "Sure, sure…that will work."

Brennan bit her bottom lip and looked at him, and then the bed. "Why don't you take off your clothes, and then lie on the bed. I'll be right back."

She left his bedroom and walked back to the kitchen, opening her purse. Inside was a small vial of massage oil she'd forgotten about from earlier in the week. She'd intended to use in on him in her office, but once they'd begun, she'd forgotten about it.

Wondering whether Booth had done as she requested, she walked back to his bedroom. Her breath hitched at his completely nude form face down in the center of his bed.

"Bones, is that you?" he muffled and turned his head toward the door.

"Of course it is, Booth. Who else would it be?"

He shrugged a lazy shoulder, and the movement caused a ripple down his back and bottom, ending at the top of his thigh. A smile curved up one side of Brennan's mouth at the idea of all that unleashed power under her fingertips. Walking toward the bed, she placed one knee on it before straddling him, bringing her other knee up and over his body to rest on the mattress.

"Wait" he tensed, and lifted up a bit.

"What's the matter, Booth?" she asked, already placing her hands on the center of his back, applying light pressure.

"I want you…" he pressed his face back into his pillow, "I want you to take your clothes off, too."

Brennan froze, her fingers resting against his skin.

"Please" he mumbled, and it shot to her core. Easing off of him carefully, she walked over to his bedside lamps, turning on one, and then the other before walking to his doorway to turn off the overhead light. The mood was darker, and he kept his face to the pillow as she quickly discarded her clothing.

They both hissed in a breath as she settled back over him, and as she picked up the massage oil, she looked at the alarm clock on his table. 11:13. Not much time….

--b&b—

Booth groaned as her fingers began smoothing and pressing against the muscles in his back. "That feels good, Bones."

"I'm glad" she answered, "I want you to feel good."

He turned his head then, and tried to meet her eyes. "Are you going to talk to me?"

She bit her bottom lip and nodded. "Yes. I want to do that."

He nodded and pressed his face to the pillow again, "Okay…"

Brennan ran her hands over his body with admiration. "You really do have amazing muscle tone, Booth. I don't know where you find the time to maintain this."

Picking up the oil, she let some drip against his skin and began massaging in a circular pattern, letting his moans lead her as she pressed into his skin. "It's very impressive"

Booth listened to her words, and appreciated them, but they were still very clinical. "Thank you" he mumbled.

Her hands pressed upward to his neck and he felt her fingertips slide over his head through his hair. He shivered and couldn't help it when his hips shifted slightly into the mattress. But she didn't comment and just rubbed him gently behind his ears before smoothing the skin of his neck. Her hands travelled down his back again and then outward over his arms. The motioned caused her to press against his back, and he could just barely feel the slight weight of her breasts against his back. He bit his lip against the moan that rose up, the slick oil between them causing the sweetest friction imaginable.

"You also…" she whispered, and he could just imagine her brow furrow in concentration, "You also have very strong hands." Her fingers slid over his and he turned his hands toward her, letting her thumbs press into his palms to massage there. "And I know you said before that sometimes you feel an itch there, for gambling and other things…but…your hands do a lot of good, too, Booth."

He gasped at her words. This was personal. He had mentioned that to her, but not in the context of a fantasy. That had been over dinner, just them talking.

"Even though I don't admit it" she continued as she ran her hands up to his shoulders, spreading more oil over his skin, massaging the muscles there deeply, "sometimes your hands and arms can be quite comforting. I never asked you for the guy hugs, or anything, but…I'll admit that at times, I find them very nice."

She shifted then, down his body, and he couldn't help the groan that escaped from his lips, no more than he could help the deeper shift of his hips to the bed as she ran her hands down his back. She was gone for a moment, and then he felt slight drips of oil on his lower back. He reared back at the sensation, but her hand on his skin soothed him, and he settled back down to his stomach.

Surprised when he heard her chuckle, he turned his head to look at her through lazy eyes. "What's so funny, Bones?' he murmured.

She just smiled and worked her fingers against his lower back before letting them press into his buttocks, enjoying the feel of his skin there, "Angela once said, and I quote, "Booth has the best ass this side of the Mississippi."

Their eyes met, and Brennan could see a flush rise up his neck. "And I must say I agree." She smiled slightly, and then continued with her work, "Anthropologically, of course."

He laughed and pressed his face back to his pillow, laughing some more.

"Now what's so funny?" she challenged as she let her hands smooth down his thighs, enjoying the way they spread slightly for her attention.

"Nothing, Bones" he muffled, "You're just funny, that's all."

She paused, her fingers close to his knees.

"Bones?" he asked, and she looked up to see him looking at her.

"Good funny? Or…not good funny" she whispered, and he smiled.

"Good funny, Bones. Definitely. You make me laugh."

She flushed, very pleased with his words. "I know another way to make you laugh" she teased and let her fingers slide down to the backs of his knees, knowing the stimulation there would tickle him.

Sure enough, he yelped and arched off the bed, trying to pull his legs out from under her. "Come on, Bones" he laughed. "cut it out, I can't take it."

She just smiled at him and continued her torture, pressing and curling her fingers to torment him.

His head fell back and he finally got loose, turning his body entirely onto his back, pressing his legs to the mattress, and away from her fingers. He slid backward, the oil on his skin making it easy, until he was almost sitting up against his pillows. "Sorry about your luck, Bones" he grinned, "You'll just have to settle for this."

Brennan took in his smiling eyes and strong chest before looking down to his tight stomach muscles. There was no settling for anything, and she smiled appreciatively at the way his penis was firming under her gaze. His feet were near her hands now, and she picked up her oil, pouring some between her hands before caressing the bottom of his feet. He shifted and groaned at the sensation, and she pressed harder, letting his feet rotate in her palms. To increase the massage, she let go of one, and used it to up his other foot while her other hand pressed and pulled, soothing the overworked muscles there. Once completed, she picked up his other foot and gave it the same treatment, enjoying the way he kept his eyes on her the entire time.

With a saucy grin, she couldn't resist leaning down to press an open mouthed kiss against his big toe, and he gasped, his hips lifting all the way off the bed.

"I uh…I think maybe you'd better talk to me some more, Bones."

She smiled, feeling confident, and placed his foot back on the mattress, laying her hands on either side of his legs. Moving onto her knees, she slid up his body a bit, letting one hand massage up his right leg. She kept her eyes locked with his, enjoying the slightly panicked look he had. But then her fingers brushed against a line of puckered skin, and she paused.

"Bones?" he asked, and she frowned, looking down to where her hand was. It had stopped against a scar on his leg, just above his knee. Brennan felt a tug in her chest, and she ran her thumb over the scar a few times.

"Where did you get this?"

Booth's eyebrows rose, but she didn't notice, her eyes on his leg.

"Um…I had stitches there. It got sliced open in a backyard football game."

"Oh" she whispered, "Did it hurt?"

"Y-yeah…" Booth paused at the way her brow was furrowed. "It did at the time. It doesn't hurt anymore though, Bones" he tried to convince her. Anything to wipe that sad look from her face.

But she didn't hear him, or ignored him, he wasn't sure, and instead, ran her hand up his other leg, pausing at a longer scar on his upper thigh. "What about this one?"

Booth pulled in a deep breath, his hands unclenching at his sides, "Do you remember that time I was caught by those guys in that case?"

"And I saved you?" she asked, leaning down to look closer.

"Yes" he chuckled, then gasped as she kissed his leg. "Yeah, Bones. That's when."

Her eyes met his then and she stared at him. Carefully, she slid further up until her eyes caught on the scar at his hip she'd seen that week. "This one?"

Booth tilted his head to the side and let his fingers cup the back of her neck when she pressed her lips to his skin, "Friendly fire. A bullet grazed my hip once in basic training. It actually burned more than hurt, but it still left a scar."

Brennan rose over his body, letting her eyes and lips find any other evidence of pain. She'd told him once that he was a warrior, and she'd meant it, but seeing his body, like this, was almost more than she could take. His perfect skin was marred by these little spots, but they added to his appeal. He wasn't perfect, and neither was she, and she knew it. Her nose nuzzled against his chest and then she froze, feeling one spot near his left shoulder.

"Bones…" he groaned, knowing what she was seeing. "I…"

Pressing the side of her cheek to his skin, she pulled in a deep breath, "Did it hurt?"

Booth hesitated. All of his other scars, he hadn't minded telling her about, because there was nothing she could have done about them. But this one… "Yeah, it hurt."

He opted for honesty, and was glad when she met his gaze, her eyes so blue when up close to him like this.

"I'm sorry" she whispered. "I'm sorry."

She pressed her lips against it, and then nuzzled up to the curve of his neck. "I don't like the idea of you in pain, Booth."

He couldn't help but let one of his arms wrap around her waist, snuggling her closer to him. "I know, Bones…"

She lifted her head and met his eyes, "This week was supposed to be about pleasure, not about pain. But…and now I've messed it up. I was trying to do this right, but…"

He tucked his knuckle under her chin. "Hey, you're perfect. It's exactly right. And Bones…you know…"

He paused, and she waited, interested in what he had to say.

"I know what, Booth?"

He tilted his head to the side. "I think maybe you've been making love to me all week. And you just didn't know it. Maybe…maybe even for longer than that."

Brennan pulled in a quick breath and opened her mouth to deny it. But then her mind raced back to the first night, when she'd felt a rush of tenderness so intense, she could hardly breathe. And then the next night, when his vulnerability was so apparent that she'd actually cried a bit. "Maybe you're right." She admitted.

He smiled, another real smile. "Mmmm…say that again…" he teased.

Her lips turned up in a grin, and she punched him lightly on the shoulder, "In your dreams."

He laughed and tugged her closer. "Hey, this is fantasy week."

Brennan laughed and looked over to the clock, "11:42…just a few more minutes left."

Booth bit his bottom lip and his eyes closed for a moment. "Yeah" he whispered.

Brennan didn't know what to make of that, but she realized that her body was completely over his, her legs spread slightly over his hips, her core nestled against his length. "I guess we should make the most of it, hmmm?" she teased, sliding over him until the cords of his neck tightened.

His arousal brushed against her bare skin, and she gasped, pressing down against his stomach.

"Too sensitive?" he asked, bringing one hand to slide along her back.

"No…it feels really good" she admitted, sliding over him again.

"Tell me about it" he chuckled and leaned up to kiss her, their first of the night. "Are you going to keep it like that?"

She settled her elbows lightly against his chest and tilted her head to the side in thought. "I don't know. It does feel good, but getting it done really, really, really hurt."

Booth didn't like the idea of her hurting either, ever, no matter how good it felt later. "One time" he cleared his throat. "One time in college, my hockey team had a bet, and we lost, so we had to shave our uh, hair…you know, down there?"

Brennan's eyebrow rose, "Really?"

"Yeah" he shook his head and laughed. "And it itched like hell when it grew back in, so…" he laughed again, and she joined in, pressing her head against his shoulder. She laughed louder, and he pressed his hands against her waist, smiling into her skin. This was so nice…being able to smile and laugh with her.

She leaned back, her hair sliding down her shoulder to his chest. Her eyes were so bright, and she reached between them to position him along her entrance.

"Wait…" he stilled her hand, "Wait a minute, Bones…"

He caught the way her eyes flew to his alarm clock, but he didn't back down.

"Booth…"

"I um…I want to say a couple of things to you, too, okay?""

She frowned slightly, "I don't know, Booth…"

He swallowed. "Do you trust me, Bones?"

Her eyes met his and held for a moment. "Yes. Yes, I trust you."

Booth nodded and then shifted her body off of his, encouraging her to his side. He leaned up on one elbow and faced her, watching as she matched his pose. There was about a foot of space between them, except for her hand still against his hip, and his arousal stretched in her direction.

"Listen, Bones…I have a confession to make…"

Her eyes widened, but she didn't comment.

Thankful, he tried to smile encouragingly. "You see, Bones…this week…I guess I have been in my own fantasy. That is, everything you've done for me, and to me…Bones, it's been so amazing. But, I uh…" he swallowed and tried to gain the courage he needed. "I uh…I guess I've also had the fantasy that after this week, we'd both admit that this whole week was just a cover for how we really felt about each other. I know…I know that I'm…"

She was flushed now, and her body was tense at his words, but he continued, the clock behind her reading 11:50 PM.

"I'm in love with you, Bones." He admitted, "I have been for a long time. And I've been lying to myself, thinking that being in love with you but not doing anything about it was enough for me. Just having you nearby was enough. But feeling you this week, seeing you and getting to touch you, having your hands on me…Bones…"

Just the thought of it distracted him, and he leaned in to press a kiss against her surprised lips. He knew he'd shocked her, but if this was his last chance, he was going to go for it. All of it.

His lips travelled over her neck, taking claim to what he wanted to be just his. There were other things, over the years, that he'd claimed for himself. Things like the way she let him call her Bones. Or the way her eyes widened when he told her something he'd never told anyone else. That was for him. That was his. Or the way her back stiffened and then curved into his hand every time he placed it there, that was his. And the way she tried not to laugh at one of his jokes, her lips smirking until they blossomed into a full smile. Yeah, baby…that was all for him.

But he also wanted to note the new things that were just for him. The way her nipples pebbled just from his breath. The way her own breath hitched when he nuzzled around her belly button. That was for him, too. The way her thighs parted for him when he cupped her hips. Oh, yes, Bones…all for him.

He removed his hands from her body and slid back up to meet her eyes, knowing that the uncertainty he saw there was reflected in his own eyes, and not caring. "One week, Bones. I want one week to prove to you that we can have both. One week to prove that we can be together, like this, in the real world."

She gasped and whimpered when he brought his hand down to her thigh, pulling her leg over his. "Only one week?"

Even her aroused voice held a challenge, and he smiled, leaning closer to her, "Hey, you got a week, I want a week."

She couldn't help but smile in return and her hand came up to cup his elbow. "I don't know…."

He groaned and leaned into her, letting himself slide through her heat, kissing her neck, "It's so good between us, Bones…everything between us is good." He met her eyes then and brushed her hair from her face. "Let me prove it to you. Let me prove it to both of us that we can do it."

From the corner of his eye, he could see his clock. 11:58. "Bones…."

Her body tensed and then shifted, and she nodded slightly, "Okay…yes."

Booth hitched her thigh higher over his hip, keeping them equal. No one on top, no one on bottom as they faced one another, and he lined himself up to her entrance. He began kissing her on the mouth, pleased when her hands came up to rest on his chest. When they caressed him, he pulled back to look into her eyes.

Just then, his clocks chimed midnight, signaling a new day, a new week, a new moment, and he slid home. "Welcome to reality."

--b&b--