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Brennan sighed in annoyance. She never could sit still well and they had been trapped in the house for a week now. A week of tension that even she couldn't ignore hung thick in the air and it was beginning to drive her made. She paced back and forth across the back screened in room like a tiger caught in a cage. She'd already read the majority of the books around the house and she was just itching to be productive. Brennan was so wrapped inside her head that she bumped into Booth who was standing in her way now.

"Whoa there Bones," he rested his hands on her shoulders, stopping her in her tracks.

"Sorry Booth," she mumbled, not looking up at him.

"Hey there," He tilted her chin up with his hand so that he could see into her eyes. "What's wrong?"

Brennan made a scrunched face up at him, trying not to get lost in his chocolate gaze. "I'm just bored."

Booth smiled brightly at her. "Well what would you say to a present?"

Looking confused, Brennan nodded.

"Great, now close your eyes." Booth said, stepping around behind her.

"What?" Brennan whined in mild outrage. "Ugh, fine!" She closed her eyes obediently and let Booth lead her carefully through the house; where she had now idea.

Finally they stopped.

"Okay, open them." Booth said, not willing to stop touching her and so kept one hand on her hip and the other her shoulder.

Brennan opened her eyes to see a black lap top at the dining room table, complete with power cord and wireless mouse. Her eyes widened in surprise when she realized it was her lap top.

"I know you don't take breaks very well, so I thought you could use this to continue working on your book at least-"

Brennan spun in his arms and jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck so that her feet dangled a couple inches of the ground. Booth stumbled in surprise, but then tentatively wrapped his arms around her waist. She pulled back just enough to give him an excited peck on the lips and she smiled brightly at him.

"Thank you, Booth. Thank you so much!" Brennan squealed excitedly. When he just stared at her, his face frozen in place she began to worry. "What's wrong?"

Booth quickly snapped out of his daze and smiled at her. "Absolutely nothing. You like it then?" Brennan pulled back and gave him a step of space.

"Yes! I love it!" She practically skipped to the seat in front her lap top and opened it as if it were a treasure. "Booth, I…" She floundered for words.

"It's just nice to see you smile again." He said, giving her an honest smile. Brennan stepped back in front of Booth and reached a hand out to touch the side of his face.

"Booth.." She moved closer to him, so they were only a few steps apart and then another couple steps closer. "Seeley…" She whispered and brought her lips up to touch his. He was too shocked to react at first, but then she began to pull away and he pressed his lips back into hers and teased her lips into a sweet dance. Brennan brought her hands up shyly to rest on his chest and she leaned into him – into the kiss. Booth's hands skimmed down her sides to rest on her hips and he pulled her body flush with his. Brennan let out a soft gasp and let herself melt into him; into her own personal weakness.

She knew she should've pulled back and questioned what they were doing, but she had felt the consequences of him dying twice now and she wasn't about to regret not taking this leap into the abyss again. Throwing all caution to the wind, she moved her lips from his and down his jaw line, then to his pulse point. Booth near trembled beneath her touch and he let out a soft groan. The feeling of incredible power swept through Brennan at his reaction to her and was near giddy with it.

"Bones…" he groaned as her teeth grazed his collar bone. His hands bit into her hips and he hoisted her up a few inches so that her legs wrapped easily around his waist. He walked them a few steps to the kitchen counter where he set her down so that they could explore each other with better access.

Brennan moved her hands down to the edge of his dark grey t-shirt and quickly hoisted it up and over his head, tossing the shirt to the side and then letting her hands roam the hardened expanse of his chest and stomach. She bit her lip in concentration, feeling every dip and rise on him. Booth's hands hastily moved to the buttons on her shirt and swiftly undid them until he could part her shirt to reveal a teal bikini top that consisted of two triangles and string. Booth groaned at the sight of her.

"Temperance, you're so beautiful." He murmured huskily into her ear, kissing down along her neck making her squirm closer to him so that their bare torsos were pressed together. The sound of something falling to the ground ripped them apart and they caught sight of Walter standing in the entry way to the kitchen with a spoon in hand and an empty bowl rolling on the floor.

"Well it's about time someone had sex in this house!" He exclaimed and without his bowl, turned and left the room, grinning stupidly.

Booth let out a breathy chuckle and shook his head, staring after the old man.

"How about we finish this tonight?" Booth asked her, lust and amusement swimming in his eyes.

Brennan gave a short laugh and smiled. "I'll see you in your room then – tonight." She gave him a playful smirk and a chaste kiss before hopping off the counter and collecting the lap top. With one last saucy glance back at him she carried her lap top across the room and then up the stairs. She was just passing the bathroom on her way to her bedroom when she saw Olivia step out, teasing her fingers through her newly blonde hair. They made eye contact and for once Brennan didn't feel any spite for the agent.

"I couldn't stand the light brown. It just wasn't me," Olivia said, clearly uncomfortable with the silent stare off.

"It looks nicer like that," Brennan commented. Olivia gave her a small smirk.

"Thanks," Olivia said. "Where'd you get the lap top?"

"Booth had it brought for me so I could work on my book while we're here." Brennan said, feeling a bit of pride at her partner who knew her so well.

"That's right! You've written a couple books. I haven't had time to read the most recent one, but the first two were fantastic! I actually had to work to figure out who the bad guy was for awhile – at least longer than I normally have to." Olivia said, finally feeling a little relaxed around the other woman.

"Thanks," Brennan said, most definitely flattered that she had enjoyed her writing. "Well, I'd better, ummm, get to writing." She made a step in the direction of her room.

"Right, well it was nice talking to you Dr. Brennan." Olivia said, smiling at the other woman.

"You can just call me Brennan, and thanks. It was nice talking with you as well." She said, relaxing a bit and then heading to her room.

NIGHT*NIGHT*NIGHT*

Olivia tossed and turned in her sleep that night and when a large roll of thunder shook her room she rolled out of bed in panic at the sudden noise. When she felt a wet gust of cold air rushing at her she stumbled to where she knew the window was but two steps across the room her shin came into contact with something and she stumbled to the ground cursing loudly. She managed to get to her feet again and finished the distance to the window and by the time she was able to shut and lock it her tank top and shorts clung to her drenched skin.

Just then her door flew open and a form rushed in. "OLIVIA?" It was Peter's voice.

"Yeah?" She asked, feeling rather foolish. A bolt of lightning flashed through the room and she was able to see him and the massive path of destruction she had created on her way to close the window.

"Good God, 'Livia, are you okay?" Peter went to flick on the light switch and when it didn't turn he just rushed to her. When his arms gripped her shoulders he must've felt how wet she was and she shivered. "You're dripping wet!" He pulled her further into the room, navigating the path of furniture to her bed and pulled a blanket around her shoulders. Olivia went to pull her legs up to her chest when she felt a sharp pain followed by a dull throbbing in her left leg. A hiss of pain escaped her as she let her legs back down again. Peter of course noticed and knelt before her to inspect her legs. He slowly traced his fingers down the backs of her calves making her breath hitch at the intimate touch but then his fingers found the place the pain was radiating and despite her best efforts she whimpered. His fingers came away from her skin and when a flash of lightning lit the room they both saw the smear of blood on them. "You're hurt." His voice was soft and sad.

"Yeah, I think I ran into that glass coffee table," she mumbled feeling rather foolish.

"I'll go dig the med kit out of the bathroom. You sit tight." He gave her knee a gentle squeeze and left her sitting on the bed. She snuggled into the blanket he put around her to try and stop the compulsive shivering that was wracking her body. He came back and she could sort of make out the look of worry on his face as he knelt before her again. He pulled her right foot into his lap so he could get a better look at the injury. Peter was careful to clean up the wound and then placed a gauze pad on it and then wrapped some tape securely around her calf to keep it in place. Using the bed to help himself up he felt just how wet the bed was and frowned at her as she still shivered. "You're bed is wet too. Why don't we dry you off and you can stay with me tonight."

Olivia looked up at him, still shaking from cold and nodded. She stood and hobbled over to her dresser to grab some new clothes and then Peter handed her a towel.

"I'll give you some privacy." He said and with one last glance at her left her room, shutting the door behind him.

Feeling anxious, Olivia stripped down and changed into a large t-shirt and a new pair of underwear. She had been wearing her last pair of shorts when she got drenched so she would have to forgo any sort of bottoms. Towel drying off, careful to avoid her injured leg, she finished up and then began the walk to Peter's room. When she entered it was to see Peter making the bed for them to share. He looked up and saw her standing in the doorway.

"Hey," he said softly, taking the sight of her in.

"Hi," she said and then the shivering started again. Noticing her state of coldness, he stepped forward and took her into his arms and held her close.

"Still cold?" He murmured as he rubbed her back.

She nodded into the warmth of his body. He pulled away and led her to the bed where he pulled the blanket back for her to climb under. Olivia eagerly slipped in under the blanket and watched as Peter walked around the bed and climbed in beside her. She snuggled down into the blanket and during her squirming; her bare legs brushed up against Peter's warm legs making them both still.

"C'mere," he murmured and brought his arm around her and pulled her so that she was tucked in neatly and her body fit perfectly with his. Olivia rested her hands on his chest and nuzzled her face into the junction of his shoulder and neck.

"Mmmm, my hero," she whispered sleepily.

"Hardly," Peter snorted. A flash of lightning lit the room and Olivia stayed tucked in close. "Hey, your hair is blonde again!" Peter commented, clearly surprised. Olivia chuckled and nodded.

"Yeah, the brown was just weird." She said and yawned.

"I agree," he laughed. "Now get some sleep."

Olivia drifted off to the beating of his heart and the sound of his breathing; letting the warmth and comfort of him envelope her until awareness all but left her.