Disclaimer: Bones is not mine. But I sure wish Booth was!

Special thanks to Melissa (SherlockBones) my beta.

Brennan

"Booth?" I stand, leaning against the doorway of his bedroom. I have one hand on my hip, giving him my best seductive smile. I know he doesn't need to be seduced, but I can't help myself.

He looks up at me, wearing an expression I don't recognize.

"Everything alright?" I ask, concerned.

He stands slowly, quickly dropping the letter he was reading onto the couch next to the other mail.

"Yeah Bones. Everything's just fine." He walks towards me and instead of the passionate, lust-filled kiss I'm expecting, he takes me into this arms and hugs me tightly to him. I'm stunned for a moment, before wrapping my arms round his neck, holding him.

"What's – "

He silences me with a kiss full of raw need and desire. He pushes me back into his bedroom, his hands on my back he lowers me to his bed, our lips never breaking contact. There's something off about him, but I can't quite figure out what. I can already feel his arousal growing hard as he lies between my thighs.

His kiss seems different. A month ago, I would have ridiculed myself for basing my suspicions on what Booth calls "my gut". But admittedly, he has rubbed off on me and I'm picking things up from him, things I never believed in; things like gut feelings and love.

Our tongues clash in their usual fight for dominance. He's the giving type. Usually in our foreplay and intercourse, he gives in to me, always putting me first, making sure I'm pleasured before him. I may be biased but he is good in bed, better than most men I've been with, the best in fact. Booth is a very considerate lover.

Tonight I sense something different. Perhaps all this time we've been together, he's been holding back. I've been with many men who put their own gratification before mine, and Booth is a man after all. Perhaps this is one of those times he decides to be selfish? Nothing wrong with that.

He's already stripped himself of all his clothes, and is busy removing mine. He seems to be having difficulty with the buttons of my blouse, and he rips them off, an almost angry growl rising from deep within his chest. He unbuttons my pants, and yanks them off me, panties included.

Our eyes lock for a moment, our breathing heavy. His warm, reassuring brown eyes seems darker, filled with more desire than I thought possible.

"Temperance", he utters my name and a chill runs down my spine. I detect the raw need in his voice. To know that he needs me, wants me, makes me wet. I feel a growing ache in my core. "I just – "

"It's ok Seeley." Unsure of what I'm reassuring him of, but I try to comfort him nonetheless.

I can feel the tip of his cock poised at my entrance. He's already hard for me, and we've hardly scratched the surface of our usual foreplay.

He squeezes his eyes shut, and thrusts himself into me. I gasp, but he doesn't seem to waver in his quest for release. He begins pumping into me. I hook my legs around his hips, giving him better access. He groans as he penetrates me deeper now. Initially what I feel is a mixture of pain and pleasure. But as he continues to thrust rhythmically into me, withdrawing completely then filling me again, the pain disappears and I can only feel the sweet pleasure of him inside me, stretching me.

We're both panting, and moaning, I feel myself building up.

"Tempe!" I feel him growl into my ear. He lets out a guttural groan as he thrusts one final time, ejaculating deeply into me. The sensation of him pulsing inside me causes my own climax and I groan out a muffled "Seeley," biting into his shoulder.

He withdraws himself from me, collapsing on the bed beside me, his breath ragged. After a few moments of silence, he turns to face me, propping himself up on one arm. He looks at me almost sadly.

"You're so beautiful, Bones." He runs a finger over my cheeks. "You know I love you right?"

"Yes." I reply. It's supposed to be a celebration tonight. Am I supposed to tell him I love him too?

"I will always, always love you, no matter what. Ok Temperance?"

"I know." I reassure him again. I'm not sure where this is coming from. "Seeley?"

He rolls onto his back. "I'm tired. You must be too Bones. Go to sleep."

I rest my head on his chest, and listen to the thumping of his heart. My finger absently traces the scar on his chest, the scar that reminds me of the bullet he took for me. I'm confused by his actions tonight. In the car, he had promised me a night of slow love-making; a night of celebration for our one month anniversary. But what we had just moments ago was anything but that. I've had sexual partners who liked it rough, and I can handle rough sex, but I never expected it from Booth. Or maybe this is another side of him I've yet to see until tonight?

His last sentence to me about being tired, the tone in his voice, he's never shut me out like this. Did I do something wrong? Is he angry? This is all too confusing. I lift my head from his chest to look at his face. His brow is knitted together in a frown. Again that's a first. He always sleeps with a happy look on his face.

I sigh. Maybe we'll talk about it tomorrow. I close my eyes, and soon the day's exertions, coupled with Booth's rhythmic breathing lulls me to sleep.

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