A/N: Thanks for reading!

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Dec. 3rd: Some1tookmyname chose the word "languid". This takes place in early days.

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It was ungodly hot.

Booth knew heat. He had traversed the deserts of Africa, wandered through the jungles of Central America, even tackled the humidity of the swamplands.

This was ungodly hot.

He set another ice pack down on his neck and tried to lay very still.

"It's so hot in here." Brennan whined as she walked into his bedroom. She was in a tank top and denim short shorts and her hair was in a messy bun. There was sweat dabbling her hair line and she somehow managed to pull the look off. "Do you have any idea how long the power will be out?" She asked as she picked up an ice cube from the bowl next to him and rubbed it over her neck.

"Nope. Heat wave like this, it could be a few days." He muttered, unable to move from his spot.

"It's too hot to breathe." She complained.

"You need another cold shower." He suggested languidly, never opening his eyes.

"What I need is a distraction." She hinted and he just shook his head.

"What happened to last time being the last time? Too many complications, hiding it from everyone?" He asked honestly. She moved to straddle him over the couch but refused to answer him.

"It was. Is. This is different."

"So was the time before that." He smirked.

"Come on. I'll do all the work." She sing-sang to him before grinding herself into his lap. His body reacted of course, despite his brain protesting, and she smirked against his jaw. "Mm, I'll take that as a yes."

Within two moves, her shirt and shorts were on the floor and Booth learned that she had been naked under her clothes.

"God that's so sexy." He murmured as she stood naked in front of him. Booth kicked off his shorts and she straddled him again, moving slowly. She pressed her chest against his as she nibbled at his earlobe.

"Are you ready for me?" She asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be." He answered honestly. She guided herself down over him and despite the heat in the room, he saw her shiver. She would never admit it, but she needed this, needed him. And once he'd had the taste of her, there was no denying her anymore. He could never say no.

He bit her neck and she let out a small hiss that went straight to his cock. He held her by the hips, clutching them tighter and tighter as they fucked each other slowly.

"Booth…" She moaned and it sounded far away. He looked up at her face and despite being contorted in ecstasy, the voice was clearer now. "Booth! Booth!?"

Booth started awake as he stared at his living room ceiling.

"Are you home?" Brennan called out.

"In here." He attempted to shout but it only came out as a hoarse whimper. It was then that he remembered why he was in bed. He was home sick.

She turned the corner and stopped dead in her tracks.

"You look terrible." She said honestly as she sat down at his bed side. She felt his forehead. "What's your temperature?" She asked.

"Last I checked, 102." He replied lethargically, barely able to keep his eyes open.

"I'm checking again." She said, clearly not trusting his judgment. "Let me get you another cold press." She said as she stood up.

"You should go back to work." He murmured. "I can take care of…" he paused to cough.

"Yourself? I don't think so." She said as she returned from the bathroom. "I am not leaving you alone like this." She said as she pressed the cold wash cloth to his head. "Besides, what did you just teach me the other day: it's what partners do?" She responded, throwing his words at him. "Go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

And that was the last thing he heard.