She woke up, safe and sound in his arms. She noticed he was awake when she looked up and met his chocolate brown eyes. She felt her heart skip at least three beats. "Goodmorning sunshine."

"What time is it?"

"Nine."

"Shit!" she nearly screamed as she jumped out of bed. "We are running so late, the hotel has probably already stopped serving breakfast, we-" He clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Bones, it's Saturday."

"Oh thank god!" she sighed as she flopped back down on the bed. He carefully sat down next to her, then leaned back on his forearms.

"Okay, stop being a show off. I know you're just trying to show off your muscles and it's…bothering me."

"Bothering you, eh? How about that backrub I promised you?"

She quickly rolled over onto her stomach and waited for him to rub her back.

"Oh Bones, you're so funny," he whispered in her ear. "So eager. Won't even let me have any fun. You know, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy."

"What's your idea of play?"

"Goes a little something like this," he whispered, as he leaned in for a kiss. She eagerly kissed back. He planted several kisses on her lips, each time being met with equal or more force back into the kiss. "Alright, alright," he gasped for air, trying to catch is breath, "You can have your backrub now."

She eagerly rolled onto her stomach and let him massage her, this time, letting him steal kisses every so often. When he was finally satisfied that her back didn't hurt anymore and he'd made her happy, he stopped. "Go take a shower, then let me buy you some breakfast."

She showered quickly, threw on jeans and a black tank top, clunky necklace, and she was ready to go. She stole a kiss from him on the empty elevator, then held his hand while he drove to a nearby Denny's. She now found that she liked to be touching him whenever she could. His body was so warm, and that soothed her. She was always cold.

The waitress took their order-chocolate chip pancakes for Brennan (Booth still could hardly believe it, but she loved the things), and a Grand Slam for Booth. Brennan reached across the table and timidly put her hand over Booth's. "We need to talk."

The look in her eyes had already given it all away to him. She didn't want a serious relationship. She just wanted to mess around with him, let him kiss her, hug her, fight her fears, sleep with her, but not actually go the whole way. "Shall I guess or are you just going to tell me?"

"It really not what you think Booth."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Then please, do tell."

"When we go back to DC…this has to stop or stay behind closed doors."

"Why? Why do you run away from everything that could make you happy?"

"I don't run away from EVERYTHING that makes me happy."

"Yes you do. You won't get close to your father, you and Russ hardly ever talk. Now I offer you all of me, offer to make you happy for as long as you want, and you won't let me."

"I said you could, behind closed doors."

"Bones! That's not enough, okay?"

"Well it has to be. It's a step up from where we were before."

"Then let's go two steps up."

"We can't."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to lose my job."

"If there's that much to lose, why bother?"

Their food arrived to save Brennan, because she honestly didn't have an answer.

After a few minutes of eating in silence, he said "Just know, I'd drop everything right now to make you happy."

"That's irrational."

"Whatever," his tone of voice said that the conversation was over. "And no more kisses."