Here we are again. The response I got to the last chapter was amazing – so please keep it up. Again, I apologise for the cliff hanger. I just can't help myself.
Enjoy!
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As another crunch of a footstep echoed loudly in her ears, Tempe could've sworn her heart stopped beating for a moment; as scientifically impossible as that sounded. Slipping quietly from her position on the couch, becoming to anxious to stay still, Tempe crawled quickly behind the couch on the opposite side of the coffee table. Leaning her head back against the cool leather, she held her breath. Waiting for the next sound. Waiting for the intruder's next movement. Waiting for the impending attack.
A few tears silently slid down her cheeks as she heard the light impact of a body against the outside of the wall adjacent to her. For a moment it sounded like she was hearing knocking, though she ruled that out quickly. It was a completely stupid idea; why would an intruder knock? Finalising that she had imagined it, she curled up behind the couch until she heard it again. This time she definitely knew it was knocking.
There it was again.
"Temperance?" she heard through the darkness, and with those three syllables, a mountain of weight was lifted from her shoulders and a wave of relief washed over her.
Rushing over to the window, she placed her fingers on the handle and opened it up quietly; the cool breeze hitting her face.
He appeared right before her, a few leaves stuck in his hair and a scratch across his left cheek, with a huge smile on his face. This smile disappeared shortly after, when he noticed the state she was in; tears streaked down her face.
"God, Temperance, what's wrong?" he asked quietly, looking up at her distraught features.
"I could kill you, Seeley Booth," Tempe whispered angrily.
Wearing a gawked expression, Booth replied, "Me? Why?"
"Why? You scared me half to death, sneaking around outside the window. I thought you were an intruder," she explained, blaming him personally; wondering whether she'd go to prison for murder or manslaughter.
"I am so sorry," he apologised, reaching up to wipe away her fallen tears. "I swear I never would have come if I knew that. I'm so, so sorry."
Staring down at him, Tempe could see the guilt that clouded her dark eyes.
"Why are you here?" she whispered.
Smiling goofily, Booth whispered back, "I missed you."
"You saw me at lunchtime. It's only been twelve hours," she pointed out, placing her hand atop his that rested on her cheek.
"That's twelve hours too long," Booth muttered.
Before she could reply, he pulled her face down to his and kissed her. It wasn't an ideal situation; it was cold and windy outside, and the scratch on his face was stinging; but it romantic somehow. The way in which he kissed her felt different. It held a form of possessiveness and passion she hadn't yet felt from him. She leant out of the window eagerly, yearning to be closer to him.
Pulling apart briefly, Tempe whispered to him angrily, "you owe me big time."
"Gladly," was all he said before they embraced again.
Breaking apart suddenly at the sound of footsteps, this time from inside the house not out, Tempe pulled back and turned to see her father making his way down the stairs.
"Tempe?"
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After Tempe had suddenly pulled away, Booth had crouched down below the window just before he heard Max's low voice.
"Tempe?" he called. "Is that you?"
"Uh, yeah, Dad," she stumbled on her words slightly.
Appearing at the bottom of the stairs, he leant against the banister and asked, "what are you doing down here? And why is the window open? It's freezing outside." He walked over then, and Booth tried to blend in with the wall as Max leant past Tempe to shut the window.
Although their words were quietened quite a bit, Booth was still able to make them out.
Tempe was silent for a moment, before replying, "I was a little hungry, and while I was down here I thought I heard something outside. I was just having a look."
"Tempe! There could have been an intruder out there! If this happens again, you come and get me," Max scolded her. After Tempe nodded in understanding, Max asked, "will you go to bed soon? You have school tomorrow."
"Yes, I'll just finish off my snack."
As Max began to return upstairs, he paused and asked, "was there anything outside?"
"Oh, no. It was nothing."
Booth could hear the decreasing sound of footsteps, and even after it was silent for a few minutes, waited until Tempe face appeared in the window. Sliding it open slowly, as not to wake her dad up again, Tempe popped her head out into the night air.
"Phew," Booth exhaled. "That was close."
She merely nodded.
"So, I'm nothing, am I?" he mocked, referring back to what she'd just told Max.
"Not nothing," she whispered. "You're everything."
"I'm glad," he replied, the smile on his face growing even brighter, if that were even possible. "Will I see you tomorrow?"
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," she told him truthfully, then kissed the scratch on his cheek lightly, "I'm sorry you got scratched. You needn't to have climbed through the garden.
"It was worth it." Kissing her would never cease to amaze him. Peppering light kisses on her lips, Booth said, "I have to go, but I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay, but I have to go to the library for a little while after school."
"I don't mind," Booth whispered against her lips before disappearing back into the night.
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I loved writing this chapter, and all of your reviews demanding that it be Booth, helped to motivate me. Thankyou. Please review and let me know what you thought.
Em xXxXxxx