So here is part two to Running Up That Hill. You all may be slightly disappointed with it, but I promise a much steamier third chapter. I have good reason, which I will discuss below.

Still no beta, though I did force my husband to proofread it for me.

Rating: Barely an M.

Disclaimer: Still don't own Bones.

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Previously…

And in that second when she wasn't looking, Seeley Booth kissed her. His lips were warm and his tongue, when he passed it lightly over her mouth, tasted vaguely of coffee. Temperance felt his strong hands on her waist as he pulled her up against his body, and she slid her hands up his broad shoulders and behind his neck. She opened her mouth to him, flicking her tongue across his. He sucked gently on her lower lip, and when she opened her eyes, she found him looking at her.

Temperance pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss, yet remaining in his arms. Booth tilted his head to the side, a smile playing across his mouth—across the lips she had just kissed.

"What took you so long, Bones?" he asked, the chuckle that followed rumbling from deep in his chest.

She tilted her head to match his, feeling improbably light and free. "I had a long way to come," she said.

His arms tightened about her waist as he leaned in for another kiss. Temperance met him halfway, deepening the kiss more quickly this time. He opened his mouth for her, and she danced her tongue across his bottom teeth. Again the hint of coffee, and also something sweet: perhaps it was his own unique taste. She felt herself grow warm at the thought of discovering all the different tastes of him: his mouth, his skin, his arousal. Moving her hands up to the back of his head, she buried her fingers in his dark hair.

Booth's fingers slipped underneath the back of her top, stroking the smooth skin just above the waistband of her shorts. She recalled suddenly the vivid image she had of him as she had been climbing the steps and groaned quietly into his mouth. Despite wanting nothing more than to feel Booth's hands and mouth on her, she had just completed a long workout. Temperance broke the kiss yet again.

He opened his eyes, looking mildly surprised.

'I'm all sweaty, Booth," she pouted at him.

With a smirk, he responded, "Well, that is the idea, isn't it? To get all hot and sweaty?"

Temperance forced a chuckle, even though her legs had gone just a little weak at the confirmation that Booth did indeed want her as she wanted him.

"Yes, but there's a difference between getting sweaty with you and starting off in a post-workout stink. I need a shower."

Booth shook his head, dismissing her. "Girl sweat doesn't smell. Everyone knows that. See?" And with that he bent toward her neck and sniffed along her clavicle. "Mmm, nope, no stink," he murmured, flicking his tongue here and there at the base of her neck.

Temperance's fingers clenched in his hair as a long sigh escaped her lips. He was extremely persuasive, but if she didn't shower, she knew she'd be self-conscious. Plus, it was a weekday and she did have to go into work at some point.

Clearing her throat, she took a reluctant step backward, placing her palms on his chest. "Okay, listen. Enough," she said, trying not to smile. "Why don't you go grab us some bagels and meet me at my place, that way I'll have time to shower."

Booth groaned, but relented. "Why do you always have to get your way?"

"Because I'm the best-looking forensic anthropologist in town," she said as she turned and strode towards her car.

She heard him call after her, his voice laced with frustration. "You're the only forensic anthropologist in town!"

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All during her drive back home, Temperance's thoughts had been only of Seeley Booth. The feel of his mouth and fingers on her skin. The taste of him, the rough texture of his tongue. The firmness that pressed into her belly when he held her close. The sweet look in his eyes, with his head inclined towards her, after their first kiss. The frustrated, urgent look in his eyes as she told him they had to wait. It was enough to drive a woman mad.

Now at home, in her bathroom, she quickly shed her clothes. She knew he wouldn't be long getting breakfast, and wasn't sure what would happen if he showed up while she was still in the shower. Well, maybe she should slow down, take her time. No, as much as she would like to be fucked against the wall in her shower, she'd rather do things properly for their first time. Temperance turned on the water and set a towel on the counter, within easy reach.

The water was cool, almost to the point of being too cold. Normally Temperance took hot showers, but after her jog and seeing Seeley, she felt too warm. She tilted her head back under the cascade of water, rinsing off the remainder of her morning workout. Squeezing some of the liquid body soap into her hands, she began lathering herself with suds. As her hands passed over her breasts, she thought of Seeley, and what his hands would feel like there. She ran her fingers down her hips, thighs, and to her ankles, imagining him between her legs. She closed her eyes, letting her mind wander as she cleansed herself, preparing her body for what she knew would be a very interesting day.

Over the rush of water, she heard a faint knocking from the front door. Cursing herself for spending too much time engaging in fantasy, she quickly rinsed. Booth had a key to her door and would surely have let himself in by now.

After turning off the water, Temperance stepped out of the tub and wrapped herself in the towel. Despite the need pooling in her belly, she really did not want to rush things. She opened the door a crack.

"Hey, um, I'll be right out, just make yourself comfortable," she called.

He responded from much closer than she expected, only feet away from the door.

"Okay, you know, if you, uh, need help in there, I'm more than willing."

She rolled her eyes and shut the door. God, was that man cocky. Of course, she had just come on to him out of the blue, so she supposed she was only encouraging him. She dressed in the clothes she had originally laid out for the day, although she had debated briefly whether or not to just wear a robe to breakfast with Booth. But in the end, rationality won out over her impulses. No need to rush now what they could spend hours on after work.

When she finally emerged, the look of disappointment was evident on Booth's face. Apparently he was hoping for something more along the lines of a robe, or maybe just a towel. She tried hard not to grin.

He seemed to recover quickly, though, and offered her a bagel already toasted and spread with cream cheese. Coffee was in her mug, prepared the way she always took it. They ate quietly, though the silences were thoughtful rather than awkward. It seemed as if they were both preoccupied with what had happened earlier, and what was yet to come.

Booth cleared his throat when he was finished, rubbing his hands together.

"So, Bones, what do you say I drive you to work? I don't have anything I need you to work on, but…" he trailed off.

He looked at her, a hopeful smile on those delicious lips.

Despite the fact that she was more than capable of driving herself to work, and the fact that letting him give her a ride would mean she'd be without a car for the day, Temperance relented with a nod and smile. After all, a ride in the morning would ensure a ride in the evening. With that tantalizing thought in her mind, she grabbed her things and locked up.

On the way down in the elevator, she sensed him glancing at her more frequently than normal. When she caught him at it, he looked away, his cheeks faintly red. Could he be just as nervous as she was? After a moment's thought, she slipped her fingers into his hand. The gentle squeeze he gave her seemed to be reassurance for both of them.

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Work sucked, plain and simple. Booth had left soon after seeing her inside, not having a good excuse to linger. She had started off in good spirits, the promise of what the evening might hold keeping her mood light. But apparently a light mood and good spirits weren't normal for her, because Angela spent the better part of the morning badgering her. Her friend seemed to have the same intuition that Booth had, for she had no problem telling that something was different, although thankfully Ange hadn't been able to guess.

Temperance tried to throw herself into her work as always, but she found it extremely difficult to concentrate. She had thought that the random inappropriate thoughts of her partner had been frequent before, but that was nothing compared to today. For the first hour or two, it seemed that her subconscious was satisfied with making her simply relive the events of the morning. But after that, she found herself picturing her and her partner in compromising situations all over the place: in her living room, in her office at the lab, in his SUV, in Bone Storage (damn Angela for giving her that idea), in his office, in his shower. She didn't even know what his shower looked like! The images were relentless. And definitely too distracting.

And so it was that Seeley Booth found her, at 6:00pm, in her office, chin in her palm, a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Bones. Let's go," his voice was gruff and his tone brooked no argument.

His voice pulled Temperance from her reverie. She gazed up at him, a flush creeping across her cheeks. The anthropologist in her noted his thumbs hooked through his belt loops, and the way he bit the inside of his lip as he waited for her to respond. He was wearing one of his suits that she thought looked best on him, though to be honest, she really preferred him in jeans and a t-shirt. Or perhaps nothing at all.

At her hesitation, he crossed to her desk in two long strides. He placed his palm on her desk, and as Temperance glanced at his forearm, she regretted that he wasn't in a t-shirt, for his arms were impressive, definitely one of her weaknesses.

Booth leaned in, bringing his lips dangerously close to hers. In a much lower tone, he said, "C'mon, now. Please."

It was the "please" that caught her attention. Mutely, she turned, shutting down her computer while Seeley remained close enough that she could feel the heat pouring off him.

She rose, shouldered her bag, and said, "Let's go."

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Sorry! I just couldn't see Brennan not minding that she was all sweaty from her jog, nor could I see her jumping into bed with Booth literally minutes after deciding it was okay to like him. But after a full day of anticipation.. hmm..