Okay, since you asked for more, here you go!

Booth sat in his SUV outside of Wong Fu's, trying to gather his thoughts. He had just missed her at the elevator, which was probably just as well. With the state he had been in from her kiss, he probably wouldn't have been able to control himself.

He had used the 10 minutes on the ride over to debate the wisdom of what they were about to do. He had finally decided that it didn't matter, the feelings he had for her had to be explored, he couldn't keep denying it to himself.

He took a deep breath, then opened the car door and stepped out. He quickly walked to the door, entering and looking around for her. It was late, and there were only a few other people in the restaurant, mostly lone men, sitting at the bar.

He found her, sitting at a booth, and he took a moment to study her. Her auburn hair was down, falling softly over her shoulders, and he felt an urge to brush it back, and plant soft kisses on her neck. He stifled the impulse with effort.

She was staring down at her food, deep in thought. He smiled slightly and started towards her.

Brennan twirled her chopsticks absently, thinking about the kiss. After she had talked to Angela, she hadn't allowed herself time to think or analyze her decision. She had left the Jeffersonian, driven directly to the Hoover building, and confronted Booth.

Now, however, she was starting to regret her actions. She thought he would have followed her, but he wasn't here. What had she done? She had probably ruined their partnership, and lost the best friend she had ever had. She had been so sure that he felt the same way she did, but now...

She let out a sigh, turning her attention back to her food. She was about to take a bite, when she noticed him, standing beside her. She looked up, into his warm, brown eyes, and her breath caught at he emotion she saw there.

"Hey." He smiled down at her.

"Hey." A slight smiled touched her lips. "I...I wasn't sure you were coming."

He heard the doubt in her voice, and he sat down next to her, his eyes never leaving hers. "Nothing could have kept me away, Temperance."

She shivered at the sound of her name on his lips, and the intensity of his gaze. "Booth, I..."

He reached across the table, placing his hand over hers. "Temperance..."

"Booth!"

He snatched his hand away from hers, and they both turned at the voice. Brennan recognized the tall, dark haired man that stumbled drunkenly towards them as an agent she had met briefly on their latest case.

He stopped at the table, holding on to it to keep himself steady. "Booth! Buddy! Let me buy you and good doctor here a drink!"

"Look, Roberts..."

Booth was saved from having to answer as Sid came up behind the drunken man. "Hey, Jim. Your ride's here."

Roberts turned and almost fell over. "Sid, my man! I was just gonna have a drink here with my friends!"

Sid held on to him, helping to keep him standing. "Yeah, I know, but you don't want to keep Becky waiting, do you?" He steered Jim away from the table, towards the door, glancing over his shoulder at the couple. "Sorry about that, Booth." He smiled. "Get on with what you were doing." He gave them a knowing glance.

Booth looked over at Brennan, who was watching Sid ushering Roberts out the door, a bemused expression on her face. "Bones?" She turned to him, and he couldn't help but smile. "What do you say we get out of here?"

She smiled slowly, and Booth felt his body catch fire. "I'd love to."

Booth quickly threw some bills down on the table, then stood and took her hand. He led her out the door, into the night.

Sid's eyes followed their progress. "Well, it's about time!"

Okay, is that good enough for you? You don't need more, do you? Just kidding, I'll try to post the next and probably final chapter for you tomorrow!