A/N: Firstly, I know. I suck. I promised a chapter months ago. Real Life, it blows. If I could devote all my time to writing I would have many more stories done. As it is though…we'll just have to deal with random sporadic bursts of crazy inspired energy.

Now, as mentioned, that was the stupidest fight ever. I understand. That was part of the point. Besides, don't you feel like half of their fights are pointless?

The next morning…

She wore her tightest skirt and a gaping-necked top the next morning. Just to spite him. She marched out her front door armed with her laptop and a cup of coffee, determined to ignore Booth for the entire day.

He was waiting by her car. His arms were crossed, he was leaning against the telephone pole behind him and four years ago she would have been tricked by his attempt to look calm. As it was though, she saw the muscle ticking in his jaw, the way he kept flexing his fingers that folded on top of his biceps.

After the first initial shock she strode past him without a second glance which forced him to follow her. He threw a hand against the door as she tried to open it.

"Booth" she began.

"No"

"Booth I need to go to work"

"Not now"

"Booth!"

"Bones, please. We can't just forget about it. We need to talk about this."

"No we do not"

"If we don't then we won't be able to be partners, much less anything else. So…"

"Fine," she cut him off briskly. She stood, no longer attempting to get into the car but simply waiting for him to say what he came to say.

"Firstly, I just want to say…" He trailed off, uncrossing and re-crossing his arms. "Can we go upstairs?"

Without a word she turned on her dangerously high heel and began the trek back to her apartment. Booth silently followed and even though he was behind her she knew his hands were deep in his pockets and he was staring at his shoes which were inches from her heels because he was trailing her so closely.

She opted for the stairs rather than the elevator, afraid of being forced to talk to him, or worse, look at him, before she could properly prepare herself. By the time they reached her door her feet were beginning to ache and she decided she would change into flats before going to work.

She sat on the couch and bent to remove her shoes. He sat across from her, sitting on the smooth surface of her coffee table. Once she had sufficiently wasted as much time as possible without becoming too obvious she looked up. As their eyes met he lunged forward, cupping her cheeks in his palms and kissing her hard. She reacted by thrusting her tongue into his mouth and pulling him closer to her by his tie.

He broke off suddenly; pulling away from her and her hands followed him until they no longer reached. Her brain then caught up with her actions and she dropped her hands to her laps.

"Dammit Bones, I…I didn't mean to, I just," he began but was unable to form the appropriate words so his mouth closed into a tight line. "You make me crazy." He repeated his words from the previous night. But this time Bones understood, she hoped. "There's all this freaking tension and I can't even help myself sometimes." He said, dropping her gaze and she felt like even though he was telling her this, he never really wanted her to know this little fact.

"So…let's relieve the tension" she suggested, leaning forward again.

"No, Bones, this can't be about biological urges. This is more." He was shaking his head, leaning ever so slightly away from her.

"It is." She said it quietly but it seemed to echo around him and his eyes shot up, disbelief evident on his face. Was this their chance? Finally, was this both of them, on the same page, prepared to risk it?

"Really?" he asked but he already knew the answer. But he had to hear it.

Yes," and with the word still half on her lips he was kissing her again, leading her to her room.

Fin

A/N: Thanks for reading! And for waiting for this ridiculously long update. I wanted to continue this scene but every time I attempt to write smut I never feel like I've done it right. So I'm leaving it at this!