I'm very proud of my updating of this story. Here's the next chapter. I hope you like it.

The part in italics is the past.

Enjoy!

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The large glowing numbers of Booth's alarm clock stood out in the dark room.

4:47

"I need to go," Tempe whispered, lifting her head off of Booth's chest, to find him still asleep. "Booth?"

"Mhmm," he mumbled, wriggling a little.

Bring her lips to his ear, she whispered again, "I need to go."

His eyes fluttered open then, his lips seeking out hers. "You know, I never asked how you got in my hall?"

"I climbed through the study window," she said. "Your bedroom window is very close to your Pops' room and I didn't want to risk waking him."

Crawling out from under the covers, Tempe fixed her twisted top and straightened up her pants. She found her shoes over near his unused desk, stumbling on something on the floor. Looking around for anything else she may have forgotten, she went to leave the room but was stopped by Booth's voice.

"Do you really have to go?"

"Yeah, I do," she replied, wishing that that wasn't the truth.

Walking over to the end of the bed, she leant over to kiss him sweetly. Within a couple of seconds, his arms were around her waist and had pulled her onto the bed with him again. Her messy hair hung around her face as she kissed him goodbye; a very long goodbye. His bare chest was warm against the strip of skin that was revealed after her top rode up a bit.

"I have to go. Dad gets up at 5:30 for work," she murmured. "I think he'll notice if I'm not in my bed."

"I don't want you to go," he said, disappointed.

"Go back to sleep and I'll see you after school tomorrow," she reassured him.

He simply shook his head, a slight smile on his face, "I can't go back to sleep. Not after you've been in here with me. Never again will I be able to sleep the same."

Kissing him softly again, before retreating to the door, she said seductively, "then maybe I should come over more often. I really do need to go. Love you."

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Tempe was back in bed by 5:18.

She pretended to be asleep when Max opened her bedroom door at around 5:44.

She woke again at 7:15 with a huge smile on her face.

She arrived at school a little early at 8:53.

At 2:46 it seemed like too long until school would be finished.

When 3:30 came, she rushed out of school, beaming to find Booth waiting for her in his usual spot.

"How was the rest of your night?" he asked when she reached him, quickly taking his hand.

"It was okay. Dad didn't suspect a thing," she said proudly, "how was your day?"

"You really want to know?" he asked.

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"Hey, Pops," Booth said as he walked into the kitchen that morning.

"Hey, Shrimp, want some scrambled eggs?" he asked, looking up from the stove.

Nodding, Booth sat down at the bench and started aimlessly flicking through the newspaper.

Not much interesting was happening. There was a riot going on somewhere about some law people wanted changed. Two tiger cubs had been born at the zoo; both girls. Another actor had come out as gay. The only surviving person from something died at the age of 85 in his nursing home. Nothing that sparked his interest.

Pops' scrambled eggs were better than any others he'd tasted; but maybe that was just him being biased.

Booth was half way through a mouth full when Pops spoke, almost causing him to choke, "did Temperance get home okay this morning?"

After spluttering a little and catching his breath, Booth lied, "what do you mean?"

"I may be old," he began, "but I'm not deaf. I heard her come in through the study last night. No point in lying."

"She got home fine," Booth said quietly, his head down, not wanting his Pops to see just how red his cheeks currently were.

The rest of the morning was uneventful. Booth went for a run and had a shower when he got back. He ate a toasted sandwich while watching the baseball on TV. It wasn't until just after lunch that something happened.

"Pops! Why did you tell all the neighbours that she was over?" Booth asked, cringing with embarrassment.

"Joan asked how you and Temperance were going, and the first thing that came to my mind was that you were fine considering she slept over last night. What's wrong in saying that?" he said, oblivious to what everyone would now assume.

"Everyone's going to think we – you know – did it," Booth whispered, his voice almost inaudible towards the end.

"You're a respectful man, Shrimp, no one would assume that. Unless you are, which in that case, I'd hope you were being-"

Booth cut him off. "Pops! We didn't do anything. End of story. Just – just drop it."

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"I think that if very amusing," Tempe laughed when Booth told her the events of that morning.

"Amusing? It won't be amusing if word gets around and your Dad finds out," he pointed out, completely seriously. "If he thinks I'm taking advantage of his daughter, I'd be dead within 24 hours."

"But that wouldn't happen. Because you would never take advantage of me and I would never let him kill you," she said.

"Temperance?" Booth asked.

She looked up at him, "yes?"

"Go on a date with me?"

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I know this chapter was a lot of dialogue, hope you don't mind. Please review and let me know what you thought.

Em xXxXxxx