So, I am back with the 2nd chapter and let me tell you that I am kind of nervous about it. I hope it's not too OOC, I hope there aren't mistakes like Seely (instead of Seeley- word doesn't know either, by the way) in there this time. I checked and re-read it so often that by now I know some parts by heart however I doubt I found the typos or mistakes.

I hope you let me know what you're thinking about the chapter. Thank you to those who reviewed the last one, you made my day!

Chapter 2: I will…

Booth had left without another word and Brennan and Sweets had ended the session shortly after her colleagues hasty depart. Sweets had looked sheepishly at Brennan and had wanted to say something when she had also left him without saying another word. She didn't want the kid's input on her personal confession though, especially since that was the last thing on her mind when she left the shrink's office. Booth was angry at her because she had obviously made him uncomfortable. The happiness she had felt when he had let it slip that he thought they would sleep together one day had quickly vanished when he had just left. She tried to find rational arguments why she was so happy about the fact that he thought about having sex with her. Other women would probably offended and refuse to work with him again because they thought he would see her just as a sex object. However she knew Booth and he knew her and so that shouldn't be an issue, right? Why was he attracted to her? He had told her several times that he approved of her physical appearance but was that enough to make him want her? As far as she knew Booth didn't have intercourse with every female that he found attractive and that was willing. That would make for a long list of sexual partners and she felt a pang of jealousy at the thought of him with another woman.

She just couldn't get his comment out of her head. The first time I will have sex with you won't be simply to give you the first orgasm of your life! He had yelled and the longer she thought about it the surer she was that he had meant exactly what he had said. The sentence replayed over and over in her head. It was the only logical explanation and although she hated psychology she was convinced that while drunk or in anger people often revealed things they would have kept to themselves in other circumstances. So Booth had admitted that he was planning to have sex with her in the future and not just to help her out. And now? She knew that she had thought about it more often than she was supposed to. It wasn't in the job description of "being work partners" that she was fantasizing about him in a sexual way, dreaming about him in her bed.

Before she had seen him naked she used to speculate about his body- all of his body- but then she had entered his bathroom and had actually seen all of his body and that had given the fantasies new clarity. She knew then what he looked like, she knew about his well toned chest, about his strong thighs and about the size of HIM. It was something she wasn't likely to forget, who would? She was only a woman after all and an especially frustrated one. Even the sight of that ridiculous helmet hadn't stopped her fantasies and sometimes she even included it, thought about taking it of- or leaving it on the whole time.

She had slept with at least a dozen men in her life but so far none had been able to satisfy her. She had done some research on the matter and had found out that it could be a hormonal problem as well as a physical or psychological one. She had consulted her gynecologist and every test they had done had the same result: No result. She was healthy, her hormone levels were normal and there were no physical abnormities which left her with only two options: a. The men she had slept with so far all didn't know what they were doing or b. she had a psychological problem that kept her from having orgasms.

The only orgasm she had experienced so far had been a day or two after the bathroom incident. She had dreamed about Booth and in her dream he had made love to her. She woke up from the sensations running through her body and she knew that she had just experienced in her sleep what came so easy to the rest of the world. Since then she was sure that he was the only one who could help her. Several times she thought she should just ask him to help her out. Men were always in the mood for sex and she guessed that he was no exception- after all they even paid prostitutes for their services as long as mankind existed. So why should he reject her if she offered her "services" for free. Her partners so far never had had any complaints and not one of them had realized that she was only faking orgasm to make the attempts stop. It only frustrated her when they kept going while she already knew it wouldn't happen. She felt pressured when they kept encouraging her or kept saying things like "Now, now". She had gotten good at faking it and it both spared them a lot of stress.

She had chosen most of her sexual partners because of they appealing physical appearance, knowing that physical indicators had always been a sign for the sub-consciousness that the person was healthy and had stamina. Animals always chose the strongest partner to mate with so why should this be wrong for humans? Because they believed in things like love and fate? Also when the men were good looking they were usually more open and self-confident.

However Booth wasn't like most men when it came to sex and only talking about it made him so uncomfortable that she guessed he would run screaming in the other direction if she told him about her plan. His ego was still as big as it could be and the "Cocky" belt buckle he wore was surely no lie but he was deeper than that and that made it complicated.

It had happened now though and she couldn't take her words back just like he couldn't take back what he had responded and that response gave her hope that maybe with just a little bit of convincing he would help her.

She listened to "their" song while she sat on her couch and contemplated what to do. The first thought was to dress up and go over to his apartment and try to seduce him. However he was warned now and he would surely pick up on her idea as soon as he would see her and be even angrier with her. She didn't want to ruin their relationship- she just wanted more.

Or maybe she should just kiss him as soon as the opportunity arose again. They had been close several times before and she had never had the guts to act out what she wanted to do so maybe she had to change that. She had to erase the stupid line he had drawn.

She nodded her head with the beat of the music and thought back to the day they had listened to that song together, the day that a bomb in her fridge had exploded and had nearly killed him. She remembered her own fear when the crazy cop had nearly killed her and her relieve when Booth had saved her. He had taken her in his arms and held her tight and she had enjoyed it beside the gruesome circumstances. She had breathed him in and ever since then when she got a whiff of his typical Booth scent- a mixture of soap, aftershave and something else- she felt safe.

She had spend the night sitting beside his hospital bed watching TV with him and finally fell asleep with her head on his shoulder and he hadn't complained even thought it must have hurt him. They had never talked about the incident afterwards just as they had never talked about so many other moments they had shared. They would flirt and support each other but they avoided talking about anything that could bring up the discussion of them as a couple. Whenever someone else made a comment about the subject they would brush it of and when someone mentioned the obvious jealousy whenever one of them had a partner they would deny it. And was she jealous- she knew it was irrational but she couldn't help herself. She could still kick Cam's gluteus maximus for sleeping with her partner- her Booth not Cam's.

The song was over and the silence became too loud for her to bear because it made her thoughts echo in the room, although she knew that technically this wasn't possible. Without so much as a second thought she grabbed the phone from the side-table and hit his number on speed dial. She couldn't figure this out on her own and who did she always talk to, at least in the end, when she couldn't figure something out? Booth. She tried to calm her nerves with breathing exercises while she listened to the beeping sound on the other end of the line and waited for him to pick up the phone.

"Yeah?" he answered the phone and she trouble understanding him because he was panting heavily.

"Booth, you're ok?" she asked and sat up straight on the couch. Was he having a heart attack? An allergic shock to something? An asthma attack?

"Yeah, I just worked out a bit," he replied and she knew him well enough to know that it had been his way too release the tension from today's meeting and if he had worked out until a few seconds ago he must have been really angry with her, that was if he had started right after the session- knowing him he probably had.

"I just… I called because I think we need to talk," she pressed out and closed her eyes tightly while waiting for his reply. She was glad he couldn't see her because than he would know that she wasn't as confident at this moment as she liked to pretend.

"Sure, we could meet at the diner for lunch tomorrow," he replied casually and avoided the pink elephant in the room. He didn't want to talk about it. The whole thing had only made it clear that he was a partner for work and maybe a guy who could finally get her some relieve. As flattered as he should feel he was hurt. He wasn't a callboy and certainly not her toy boy. For a while now he knew that he had feelings for her that went far beyond the work partnership or sexual fantasies. He wanted her in his life, as his partner, as his girlfriend and someday as his wife. Not more but also not less. That she was treating him like one of those sex toys which she could switch on and off whenever she needed made him angry and also disappointed him.

However he knew that Temperance Brennan wasn't one to wear her heart on her tongue and she barely talked about her feelings. She would probably pay him before she would ever admit that there was something more between them. While working out the thought had crossed his mind that maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to start the relationship as a purely sexual thing and show her that they were good together. He could help her, he just knew it, because there was something between them that he was sure had always lacked any of her former relationships- if one could call it that: Trust. She trusted him not only with her body but also with her heart and her feelings and that was so much more important. He knew she didn't believe in psychology and he didn't believe most of it either. However it made perfect sense to him that a person as controlled, guarded and scared as Temperance Brennan couldn't just shut of her heart because her head had decided that she liked the appearance of a guy and that he would be a – how had she put it once- a good mating partner.

Now that he spoke to her though, he couldn't voice that idea and he just wanted to forget that any of it had happened and go back to the way things had been before. Maybe they would find their way to each other one day when she would be able to accept that it needed more than an attractive body to. She needed him to make love to her and not just to have sex with her.

"Booth I really need to talk to you. Can I come over?" she asked and sounded nearly shy what surprised him. Maybe she had done some thinking of her own and had concluded the same things? Was she able to accept it yet? However she was Dr. Temperance Brennan, the woman who had fired her own father.

"I'm really tired and I…" he started but she didn't let him finish his excuse.

"I'll be right over so you can go to sleep early," she said and hung up before he could reply. She had his key after all and if he wouldn't open she would let herself in. She had already seen him naked once, so what could probably embarrass him more than that?

She felt better at the thought of talking it out, although that was usually not her strength but she knew what she wanted and she would find a way to get it. Within seconds she was out the door and on her way to Booth.

~*~

She didn't even attempt to ring the bell or knock on his door but just let herself into his apartment. She found him standing in his kitchen wearing grey sweatpants, a white undershirt and socks. A white towel was slung around his neck and his hair was still damp from the shower he had obviously taken. The room smelled like soap and aftershave and she took a deep breath to take it all in. It smelled like coming home and it helped her nervousness.

"Jeez, Bones, could you at least make some noise when you enter or are you trying to kill me?" he asked after he had finally noticed her and jumped in surprise.

"You're in the FBI you should have better instincts and reflexes than that," she shrugged and sat down on his couch without waiting for an invitation. Hesitantly he sat down beside her and they both knew what they were going to talk about, the time of beating around the bush was finally over.

TBC