Ok, soooooooooo sorry for the delay. I had tons of grad school work to finish and I wasn't really sure where I wanted this to go. I think this baby's got one more chapter, then it's finished. THANK YOU for all the reviews!

This chapter is dedicated to Lanaa Taurof. Thanks for the fabulous Beta!

I could the feel the smile against my neck as I mentally kicked myself. That was not supposed to come out. Had I really just told Booth I loved him? Maybe if I hadn't been so taken over by my exceptionally good orgasm I wouldn't have just blurted it out. I didn't really love him, did I?

"Hoo-boy. Really hot sex and a declaration of love. Maybe this day isn't so bad after all."

Booth's voice just sounded so…happy, which in turn made me happy. I already knew taking back the romantic sentiment was out of the question, but I wasn't entirely sure that was what I felt for him. At second thought, I didn't really want to take it back. It had felt so right to say those words. More specifically, it felt right saying those words to Booth. Was this love?

This couldn't be love because I considered Booth a permanent fixture in my life. Love was ephemeral; it would slip away like everything else in my life. His lips found mine again and I found myself drowning in all that was Booth. Intoxicating didn't even begin to describe him. In his arms, tongues tangling, the world didn't seem so bad. So yes, maybe this was love. Pulling him closer, reality chose that moment to rear its ugly head.

Condom, he hadn't worn a condom. Rule number one in the "Angela Montenegro-Hodgins Handbook of Adult Fun" was definitely use a condom. Suddenly I wanted him off my body and out of my office. I needed a shower. I needed new underwear. I needed to not end up pregnant. Not like this. Not when I was an emotional mess, unsure of my feelings for Booth. Without another word, I pressed against his shoulder, hoping he would get the clue, but he just sat up and pulled me with him.

"Bones, that was hot. Really hot, like I saw stars when I came and that never happens."

My god, would he just shut up? As he kept going on and on about how great it was, I shifted a bit in an attempt to get off his lap. He grinned at me and flexed his hips making me realize that Booth was still partially hard and inside me.

"Are you seriously ready to go again Bones? Give a guy some recovery time, will ya?"

"Booth."

His faced changed instantly from an expression of joy to one of concern as he heard my voice. His hands cupped my face, but I purposefully diverted my gaze from his.

"Oh, god Bones, did I hurt you? Was I too rough?"

I clamped my hand over his mouth and he fell silent. Talking seemed to be too difficult for me at this time, so I slowly raised my eyes and silently begged him to understand. Nodding, his arms loosened from around my waist, giving me the space I had asked of him. We both shuddered as Booth withdrew from my body and he pulled my skirt down so it was no longer bunched around my middle. Thankful for the bathroom in my office, I picked up my bra and shirt, untangling his clothes from mine before entering the small room.

My reflection did not match what I was feeling. Hair tousled, lips swollen, beard burn down my neck and, leaning into the mirror with a scowl, a hickey clearly starting on my left boob, I looked well-fucked. My skirt was wrinkled horribly, as was my shirt. Disaster didn't seem to begin to describe me. There was a plus side; at least I still had a bra. The thought of spending the rest of the day without underwear made me blush. I cleaned up as best as I could in the small room. My thoughts got away from me, and the reality of what just took placed sunk in. I was mortified.

Booth. I slept with Booth. Hot, sexy, take charge and ravage me on my couch Booth. Best friend who was extremely well-endowed Booth. Partner who heard me masturbating and moaning his name Booth. FBI, Special Agent "I forget to wear a condom" Booth.

Hoping that Booth had done a vanishing act while I was in the bathroom, I opened the door to find him standing in front of me, partially clothed with pants, but no shirt. Stepping to the side, I let him enter. I sucked in a breath at the scratches on his back. Scratches I put there. Booth flashed me a grin as the door clicked shut. I looked around and found that my office surprisingly looked as it usually did. There was no blinking, neon sign above my couch saying "Booth and Brennan screwed each other here." Everything was in its place, right down to the blanket and pillows on the couch. My door was propped open as usual and the blinds were now wide open. In fact, if it weren't the lingering scent of sex in the air, I would have thought I dreamed the entire thing.

Staring out into the lab, I couldn't help but notice that something was not right. Before I could put my finger on it, the bathroom door squeaked open and I found that I couldn't look at him. My words escaped me, but I apparently I didn't need them. Booth wrapped his arms around me from behind, but I went rigid.

"Don't do this," Booth said softly in my ear. "Don't push me away and close yourself off from me. I understand that you're scared, but don't do it. I can't handle it if you push me away again, Temperance."

The use of my full name on his lips cracked all the emotional walls I had been building since I got off the couch. I turned to face him, wanting to burrow into his chest for comfort. He raised a hand, tilting up my chin, forcing our eyes to meet. Booth's other hand wiped at my face and I realized I was crying.

"Baby, what can I do?" My tears fell faster at his concerned tone. He deserved someone so much better than me. I was damaged and broken, and yet, he was here, rocking me back and forth in his arms attempting to comfort me. Worse yet, I couldn't answer him. I had no idea why I was crying so hard. So he held me and whispered things in my ear. Sweet nonsense things that helped calm me.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, my tears finally dry.

"Bones, talk to me."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for crying, I'm sorry for not allowing you to be completely satisfied with our sexual encounter. You are correct, that was exceptionally good sex, but I know that a good orgasm, like too much alcohol, can make you inebriated, thus I am unsure of my declaration of love for you. And in our haste, you did not wear a condom."

My words spilled out of me like water from a running faucet. His eyes grew bigger as I spoke faster. The silence between us was uncomfortable and I realized that Booth didn't know how to respond to me. His mouth opened and closed a few times, but nothing came out of it. Easing down until he caught the edge of my desk, his face was completely unreadable. He cleared his throat and reached out to hold my hands in his.

"Ok, let's take this one thing at a time. First things first, you have nothing to be sorry about, especially crying. Now, why on God's green earth would you think that I, um, wasn't…what did you say?"

"You were not completely satisfied with our sexual encounter," I supplied, squeezing his hands slightly. To my amazement, his neck turned red and the blush rolled up his cheeks. "How are you embarrassed to be having this conversation after you were so confident while having sex?"

"I'm not embarrassed," Booth scowled and I couldn't help but chuckle. "I'm not!"

My chuckle turned into a full laugh and after a moment, Booth joined me.

"You're beautiful when you laugh."

"Booth, that is simply…"

His lips cut me off and I couldn't help but sink into the kiss. Who knew there were so many different kinds of kisses? This one was decadent, slow and thorough. He stole my focus and I found myself pressing closer to him. His hands slid around me before settling low on my hips and pulling me into his body. This is not where this conversation was supposed to go, so I slowly ended the kiss.

"Bones," Booth whined, pressing another kiss against my lips.

"See, you weren't satisfied with our sexual encounter," I murmured back. "You're hard again."

"Maybe that's because you're so sexy."

Our lips met again and I had feeling our conversation was over for the time being. Booth's hands cupped my ass as I cupped his face.

"Whoa, mama! Sorry to interrupt."

We froze for a minute before Booth removed his hands and greeted our intruder.

"Hi, Cam. How can we help you?"

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