Chapter Five

The night passed quickly for the two lovers. His love making was everything she had ever dreamed of, and her passion and lack of inhibitions did not surprise him, but kept him on his toes. Not literally. The tragedy of recent was forgotten briefly by both, as they explored their newfound passion for each other with unfounded delight. The late morning found them still asleep, in her bed, arms and legs entwined. Lips raw from the administrations, and restfulness in their sleep that had eluded them the night before. He was the first to wake.

He looked down at the top of the head that was resting on his arm, her face buried in his chest. The sheet that covered them had fallen off of her and he could see her naked back, and the long curving body that continued down to her feet. She was beautiful. He couldn't resist running his fingers across her shoulder and down to her thigh. On the way back up, he heard her giggle. Then she sneezed.

He jumped back a little, "Oh my God Bones, that's sick." He brushed overdramatically at his now slightly wet chest.

"C'mon Booth, it's a natural bodily function. It's not like it was the only fluids of mine you've come in contact with very recently." She rubbed her nose.

"No need to go there Temperance." He seemed a little disconcerted, and then his face muscles relaxed into a semi-smile. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. "God bless you." He whispered to her.

"Why would he, if he exists?"

"It's just a saying Temperance. You say it to someone after they sneeze." He rolled onto his back and sighed.

"Why?" She laid her chin on his chest and looked at him with a truly questioning look. He was ending this conversation, and right quickly. He grabbed her under both of her arms and pulled her on top of him and closed her questioning eyes with a very deep kiss. She soon forgot why she had asked anything. His morning love-making was as exquisite as his night time efforts.

After an inconceivable amount of time had passed they both agreed that if they didn't leave the bed right then, then they never would. Temperance got out of the bed and walked naked to the bathroom, giving Booth a show he definitely appreciated.

"Who's got a lack of puritan modesty now, there, Bones?" She laughed from the bathroom. He got out of bed and pulled on his pants. The shirt could wait. He'd give her a show too. He went to the kitchen and was not surprised by the lack of any food in her apartment. He wandered into the living room; his bare feet felt right walking across her floor. The remains of their dinner from Wong Foo's the other night, as well as the practically untouched bottles of alcohol, was still on her coffee table. He gathered them up and took them to her kitchen.

He heard her shower running, and briefly considered joining her. This new thirst of his did not seem to be quenched yet. He decided that was not a good idea if they were going to accomplish anything at all today. After the living room was clear of clutter, he found himself sitting on the couch again and staring into space. The lightness of last night and this morning seemed to dissipate as his mind wandered back to the past few days. He sighed to himself. His head hurt again.

"Ah, Jared. You crazy little son of a bitch." He said it to himself. His memories followed the train of thought back through his youth, and his adolescence, his adulthood. Jared was there in some aspect through-out. Now, his life was taking this fantastic turn, he wanted Jared to be there. It was as though, Jared's death was the end of his old life, and his new relationship with Temperance was the beginning of the new. What a bridge he crossed to get there. Where did he go from here?

"Booth?" Her voice flowed down the hallway and broke his thoughts.

"Yeah?"

"You can use the shower now if you want, then we should get something to eat."

He passed her in the hallway; she was drying her hair with a towel. She was wrapped in a bath towel. As he walked past, he tweaked the top of it and it fell to the floor. Before she had time to react, he grabbed her and held her close to him, bare skin to bare skin, and kissed her like he had never kissed another woman. Not even Rebecca. His hands ran down her bare back.

"Booth?" She broke away from the kiss, though it broke her heart to do it, "We will never get anything accomplished if you keep this up." He could have sworn she put a little emphasis on the word 'up', but she had a straight face when he looked back at her. He smiled at her and continued through her room to the still steamy bathroom. The cold shower he was about to take would take care of any residual steam.

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It was afternoon before they managed to get to the Diner for a bit of lunch. Booth was still very pale, and very quiet. It seemed to her that he kept his eyes closed a lot, but maybe she was just imagining it. She was explaining to him that she had to go to the Jeffersonian tomorrow, but today she was free to do anything he wanted.

"Where did I leave my car?" He asked her, cutting her off mid sentence. She looked at him with surprise; it wasn't like him to forget such things. His memory was usually razor sharp. She pegged it up to the stress of the last few days.

"You called me from the hospital, so I would deduce that it is still there. We can go get it after we're finished here."

He had barely touched his food, and was nursing his cup of coffee. He hadn't even ordered pie. Again, she chalked it up to the stress. Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice behind her. She turned around to see Angela and Hodgins coming in the doors. Angela spotted them and came over.

She tried to give Booth a hug, but it was awkward because he was sitting against the window.

"I'm so sorry about your brother sweetie. He was a good man." Angela's voice reflected the heartfeltness of her words.

"Thanks Angela. He had his moments, that's for sure."

Hodgins also tried to give Booth a hug, but Booth stopped him before it got very far.

"Sorry man, I only hug pretty ladies." He looked over at Brennan who had a warm smile on her face. Their eyes connected, and they sparkled at each other. The connection was not lost on Angela. She looked at them knowingly. She would not out them in public, but she made a mental note to try and trap Brennan at some point in the near future. There was gossip there somewhere. Hodgins was oblivious. She raised one eyebrow at Booth and said,

"You kind of look like hell. Isn't our girl there taking very good care of you?" She shrugged her head towards Brennan. The partners' eyes sparkled at each other again.

Booth looked back at Angela, "Yeah, she's taking good care of me. I couldn't ask for a better care-giver." His eyes would not stop sparkling. Angela was convinced something was going on there, but she needed proof. Proof in Brennan's admittance of the fact would do nicely. Tomorrow she would find out.

"Well, Bones, don't you think we should get going?" Seeley had grabbed his coat, and was around the table and pulling out Brennan's chair before anyone else could say a word.

"I'll see you tomorrow Ange." Brennan avoided eye contact with her best friend as she turned to leave.

"Sorry about your brother man, that really sucks." Hodgins looked he was going to try to hug Booth again, and the taller man made haste to leave, taking his partner by the elbow and waving good bye to the squints.

"He seemed alright don't you think?" Hodgins asked Angela as they settled into the recently vacated table.

"Yeah, he definately seemed alright." She took one more quick glance at the partners crossing the street, and focused on her lunch date.

Brennan and Booth were driving towards the hospital, when Brennan noticed that Booth was swatting at something near his face.

"What are you doing?" she asked, slightly concerned.

"There's a fly buzzing around my face."

She hadn't noticed any flying insect in the car, but who knew. It had probably flown away before she noticed. His actions stopped and she didn't think of it again.

After he picked up his car, she followed him back to his place, and they sat on his couch holding each other. Every once in a while one of them would kiss the other. Mostly just to prove they could. There was no tension, as he feared there might be. She was as much herself in this new situation as she had been before. He loved her even more for her adaptability.

"What are you thinking about Seeley?"

"I was just thinking about tomorrow. I thought it would be good if I could spend the day with Parker, if Rebecca will let me, and then the two of us can go pick up my Grandfather at the airport. Parker loves the planes, looks like he got the 'Air Force gene'." Booth smiled when he thought of his son.

Brennan didn't really know what 'Air force gene' meant, but she let it go. He had such a nice look on his face that she didn't want to pick an argument with him about his genetic knowledge.

"I think I should go home tonight, to let you have a good night's sleep so you can have a good day tomorrow. Parker can be tiring, and you have been through a lot in the last few days." Brennan's fingers were stroking his muscular forearm.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea. You don't have to go right away though do you?" Booth reached up and stroked her face, his eyes were melting her.

"No I have time. Is there something you have to do?" She was setting him up for the line.

"No," he had started fiddling with the buttons on her blouse, "There's someone!"

She threw her head back to laugh, and he took the opportunity to kiss her neck soundly. A phone rang, and they ignored it. It turned out his evening love-making was also quite stimulating.

He had fallen asleep, and she carefully removed herself from his embrace. She wrote him a note because she didn't want him to think she had run away in the night, saying she would talk to him tomorrow and that she couldn't wait to meet his grandfather. As she reached out to put it on his pillow, he stirred slightly in his sleep and muttered "I Love you Bones, always have."

She realized he was still completely asleep, and she was slightly amazed that even his sub-conscious loved her.

"Wow," she said quietly to herself as she let herself out of the apartment.

"Wow."