I asked for input, and I got loads of it! Thanks to everybody that commented, I haven't yet managed to reply to everybody individually but THANK YOU for all the praises and opinions :)

As you can see, I have decided to continue with this story. It won't be a full-blown case fic, instead there will only be small bits of 'work' and far more of fun! I'm hoping the 'midnight snacks' will also come into play now, but I haven't really got a plan of where I'm going with this yet, so your guess is as good as mine!

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Rolling tightly against him, she draped herself across his damp torso; chin resting on his chest, she rose and fell as he sucked in deep, steadying breaths. His eyes closed, a smile pasted across his face, she watched him intently.

"Booth?"

"Mmmm?" he answered her sleepily, enveloping her in his muscular arms.

"I don't have anything to wear." She sounded oddly timid and despite feeling her piercing blue eyes watching him, he kept his eyes closed. His touch wandered from her back, down to cup a bare butt cheek. Giving it a playful squeeze, he spoke.

"I don't see the problem."

She nuzzled her face into his chest as he ran his finger along the crease where thigh became ass.

"No, but Hacker might."

At the mention of his name, she felt Booth grow rigid beneath her, ministrations stopping, brows knitting together. He suddenly had the overwhelming urge to mark her beautiful body with his lips, some place everybody would be able to see, effectively stamping 'Property of Booth' across her forehead. Blood pounded through his veins as the voice of reason in his head piped up: She wasn't his property and he certainly didn't own her. Maybe one day he'd truly get to call her his, but it wasn't yet.

"What's wrong?" Her voice cut through his reverie. When he didn't answer she continued, filling the silence. "I felt your muscles grow tense, your Corrugator muscles contracted medialward, wrinkling your forehead" (she traced her finger across the offending muscles and down across his jaw) "and you've been rhythmically grinding your teeth for several minutes. I am aware that my capabilities to read subtle cues such as these are vastly inferior to yours, but please Booth, tell me what's wrong."

She kissed his chest gently before laying her ear to his skin, listening to him breath. At her touch, a little of the tension drained away and he rose to seated on the bed. Legs hanging over the edge, he felt her fingers against his back. His head dropping forward, he let out a sigh.

"Let's just go, Bones. Put the sweats on and I'll take you to your place to get something else to wear."

"Booth?" Confusion in her voice, he rose from the bed and crossed into the bathroom, once again leaving her reeling and alone with her thoughts.

She'd never been the type to reply conversations over and over in her mind – the past is gone, mulling over it won't change anything. But right now, that was exactly what she found herself doing. Brennan was convinced she hadn't misread the signs, and his leaving abruptly surely reinforced further that he was pissed, but she didn't know why. Because she'd mentioned Hacker? But he'd brought him up, hadn't he? No less confused, she sighed and slipped out from beneath the covers to clothe herself.

In the bathroom, Booth stood over the sink dressed only in a clean pair of boxers. Splashing cold water on his face, he tried to pull his emotions into cheek. There was no reason to be jealous, he told himself, but Booth couldn't help thinking back to the time she'd been dating two guys at once. He'd die if she thought about doing the same with him, actually die.

Standing with his eyes closed, deep in thought, he didn't hear the faint click as she opened the bathroom door, nor the tiptoed steps she took across the room. She'd come in only to gather her damp clothes from the day before, still dotted across his bathroom floor, but all thoughts of that disappeared the moment she entered the room.

It was with a start that he found himself wrapped in her arms, kisses being pressed against his shoulder as she pulled him in tight. She felt him sag against her touch, shoulders relaxing, butt pushing against her of its own accord. He sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly as she rest her head against his bare back.

"I'm sorry, Bones." It was little more than a heart felt whisper.

"I don't understand what happened." She pressed more kisses across his back, drinking in his scent, his warmth, his presence, his everything. She felt his head fall forward, chin practically coming to rest on his chest now.

"I got jealous. You mentioned Hacker and I got jealous." She could hear the shame in his voice.

"That's not logical Booth. For starters, you mentioned him first, and more so: jealously is an irrational reaction."

"He likes you." He stated flatly.

"So?" Her voice was honest, like she truly didn't see any problem with his statement. No denial either, Booth noted, his teeth clenching again.

"You like him."

"Liked." She corrected, as if a single letter made the difference. "I liked him, but I want you. Only you."

"But what about monogamy being unnatural? What about your 'different needs' being met by the botanist and the deep-sea welder?"

She watched him in the mirror but he refused to meet her gaze.

"My perceptions on monogamy changed a long time ago; there are a lot of things I've learnt from you. Granted, monogamy isn't widely found within nature, or even universal among human cultures, but with you …" she thought for a moment. "It's different."

He raised his head to meet her mirrored reflection.

"You mean …" The twinkle in his eye suggesting she might have said the right thing, just this once. "…I've been rubbing off on you?" He shot her that cheeky, boyish grin that he'd already seen Parker picking up on.

Releasing her grip around him, her palms moved to rest on his hips and he turned around to face her. Cupping her face in his hands, he gazed deep into her eyes before claiming her lips with his own. He breathed his apology into her, fingers rising to run through her silky hair (clearly she'd found the brush on his nightstand while he was in the bathroom and the thought made him smile against her.).

Tongues meeting, his touch drifted down her back, cupping her ass again before pulling her tightly against him.

I love you. I love you. I love you. The words screamed inside his head. Breaking away from her, he settled on:

"You never fail to amaze me."

Grinding his hips hard against hers, she let out a moan, still sensitive from her delightful wakeup call. He didn't fail to notice the stray sound emitting from her.

His lips dropped to her neck as his fingers disappeared up the front of the baggy sweater. Easily finding her nipples, he flicked at them and smiled into her neck as they puckered at his touch.

"Booth." She breathed his name, arms wrapped around his shoulders. He suckled harder against her neck and rubbed his half-cocked arousal against her leg.

"Booth." Firmer this time. "Don't we …oooh…" (He'd found an especially sensitive spot on her neck) "Don't we have to get to a crime scene?" She didn't notice herself pulling him closer into her. He almost chuckled at her half-hearted protest.

"It's a long drive, we'll blame traffic."

"Mmmmm." She groaned against him as the sweater was yanked over her head. "Concur." The ability to form sentences long gone, as he took her pert nipple into the warmth of his mouth.

Shifting his hips, a leg nestled itself between her thighs and she ground herself against it – hard. He could feel her wetness on his skin through the fabric of the pants. Her head dropping back, a moan escaped her lips as she rode his leg.

Gripping her hips firmly, he flipped them around and lifted her to sit against the sink. Her knees automatically parted for him to stand between them. Booth slipped his fingers beneath the waistband on the sweatpants and she raised herself up on her arms so he could pull them down, and, once again, she was naked in his bathroom.

The pants had barely hit the floor before he had two fingers buried deep inside her.

"God." He moaned. "You're so ready ... already!"

"I've been ready for years … mmmm … just … didn't realise it …. Gaa." She rolled her hips against his thrusts as she rocketed towards her second earth-shattering orgasm of the morning.

He rubbed against her with his thumb while his fingers continued pulsing in and out of her warmth. Brennan gripped his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his back He felt her fast approaching the edge and kissed her forcefully as she came, tongue mirroring the rhythm of his movements.

Slumping forward, her forehead rest against his shoulder as she struggled to get her breath back. He nuzzled his face into her hair, swallowing mouthfuls of her scent. Even washed in his body wash and after sleeping in his sheets, she still smelt undeniably feminine and …. Bones.

He trailed his hands over the soft contours of her back, down over her ass and under her thighs. Lifting her easily, he pulled her into him and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. Booth smiled at how perfectly she fit in his arms.

Striding with ease, he carried her from the bathroom, back to his bedroom and perched her on the edge of the bed. She looked up at him with sleepy eyes as he leaned down to kiss her gently, fingers splayed across her thighs. He pulled himself away from her lips and stared at her intently.

"What?" She found herself feeling self conscious as his deep brown orbs gazed into hers. A smile cracked wide across his face.

"You're beautiful, Bones. I always knew that, but I'm only just now really seeing it properly."

"That makes no sense Booth. How can you – "

He claimed her lips again, hands resting on her waist.

"Oh God." He pulled away from her on a sigh and she looked at him confused. "You've got to get dressed, or we're never going to leave the room." Kissing her lightly on the forehead, it took every ounce of his self-control to turn and walk away, out of the bedroom and out of sight.

Smiling to herself she padded back into the bathroom, collecting and folding the previous days crumpled clothing before donning the sweat pants again. Hearing him in the kitchen, she moved straight to the lounge, knowing that resistance was a two-way street at this point.

Sitting in a happy silence, Brennan listened as he boiled the kettle and, from the smell of it, buttered several slices of toast. Without saying a word, he sat a plate of toast and two mugs of coffee on the breakfast bar, before turning away and moving back to his bedroom.

Fists clenched, eyes closed, Booth stood alone in his bedroom, drawing deep breaths in and out, in, out, in, out. He had to get a grip on himself or there was no chance he was making it through this day with his dignity intact. Running through sports facts in his head, he set about getting ready.

By the time he had dressed in his usual attire of suit, cocky belt buckle and suitably ostentatious tie, Booth had just about forced his pulse and blood pressure to somewhere near normal. Adding the final touches (socks, shoes, gun, badge, pen) he was as ready as he'd ever be. As much as he longed to simply spend the day in bed with Bones, they both had responsibilities that needed to be fulfilled.

She was sitting at the breakfast bar when he returned to the kitchen, and he couldn't understand how she could be so calm while looking as sexy as hell. He grabbed the fuller of the two coffee mugs and downed its contents in two long gulps. Taking a bite of toast, he spoke.

"Ready to go?"

She stood, nodding, as she gathered her things together, making sure she had her keys and phone.

Rounding the breakfast bar, his hand automatically came to rest on the small of her back. Leaning down, he kissed her lips gently before guiding her out of the room and from his apartment. Pulling the door shut behind them, his fingers laced hers as they moved towards his car.