This one is set 'during' Hole in the Heart…between when Booth gets Broadsky and when Brennan and the rest of the team send VNM's body away. It's also the first one of these 'hours' that I wrote, so it's a little special to me! : )

-b&b-

"Where are you?"

Brennan read the text and felt another flutter in her stomach. She quickly typed, "Home. After your call, we all took the rest of the day off."

There was a pause for a couple of moments and then, "I want to see you. Soon."

Brennan bit her bottom lip and leaned against her kitchen counter, amazed at the slightly giddy sensation she was experiencing. She replied with only one word. "Yes."

The knock came within the hour, and she opened the door immediately. Booth was in his trench coat and a suit, and when he saw her, his eyes flickered with an emotion she couldn't define.

"I had to follow up at the Hoover about Broadsky-"

"I won't be here long. We're all meeting later at the lab for a small memorial for Vincent."

They spoke at the same time, and then both gave small nervous smiles. Brennan stepped back and motioned with one hand for Booth to come in. He did, and after she closed the door, she turned and met his eyes. They were both silent for a second before the reality of the day- of what could have happened and didn't- rushed to the forefront and within seconds, they were hugging, arms clasped tightly.

"Bones," he murmured, gently nuzzling his nose in her hair near her ear. Her hands tightened on his back and when she pulled back, their mouths were very close. It felt incredibly easy to kiss, and then they were kissing—sweet and soft and lovely.

Booth pulled back first, a small smile on his face. "So I guess every time I hug you, I'm going to have to kiss you too." His eyes were shy and warm as he tucked her hair behind her ear. She smiled too.

"Okay," her response was a slightly breathy laugh, and then they were kissing again. When her fingers slipped through his hair, he groaned, and immediately, the kiss turned heated and more frantic. Brennan soon found herself in his arms and then flat on her back against her couch. Booth forced his mouth away to gasp in air, and Brennan arched beneath him in anticipation.

"I think that every time I kiss you, I'm gonna have to make love to you," he confessed, his eyes a little less shy but no less warm. In fact, they were getting darker and hotter, and Brennan smoothed her fingers over his shoulders.

"At least take off your coat," she teased, and he smirked and then laughed, pushing off the couch before stripping off his trench coat and everything beneath it. When he was done, he looked at her, finding her spread out in nothing but a sinfully sweet pale pink bra and matching panties. A low growl rumbled from his throat and he sank to his knees, immediately wrapping one hand around her nearest thigh and wrapping it around his neck and shoulders as he leaned forward.

"Booth," she gasped when he sealed his mouth to the juncture of her thighs through her panties. She was wet and within seconds, arching up. "Booth," she cried out again and rocked her hips toward him before sitting up and nearly clawing at his shoulders to get him to join her on the couch.

Booth fisted her panties in his hand and shoved them down to her knees. Brennan kicked them off the rest of the way and leaned up while Booth unhooked her bra and tossed it to the floor. Then he sank down onto her, skin to skin from head to toe.

"I wanted to tell you about today," he confessed, but then buried his face in her neck. "But first…this…"

Yes, she thought, sliding her fingers up and down his bare back and wrapping her legs around his waist. "I want to hear about it…later," she finished with another arch of her hips. This time they were met with his body, strong and hard and so hot.

He slid inside of her with an ease that shouldn't exist considering it was only their second time. But neither fought it, both knowing their connection was far deeper than just sexual.

Brennan made love to him from below, kissing every inch of skin she could reach and murmuring his name as he thrust into her in deep, steady rhythm.

He tensed to come first, but it triggered her fluttering orgasm, and she came a fraction of a second before he did, clutching at him with her entire body—arms, legs, core. Booth groaned and collapsed against her, coming so hard it took him an entire minute to get up the strength to move off of her enough to meet her eyes.

His chest heaved and his eyes felt heavy lidded as he stared down at her pink cheeks and parted lips.

"I have to get back to the office some time…" he told her. "But I don't want to…"

She smiled and traced her fingers over his shoulders. "We're all meeting at the Jeffersonian later to send Vincent's body to the airport."

Booth was silent until she added, "I hope you can come."

He swallowed and leaned down to kiss her. "You'll be there?" he murmured against her lips.

She nodded and kissed him back. "I'll be there."

-b&b-