And here's the third chapter. Booth seems kind of intrigued by Bones' surprise(s). Are you?

I really like writing about these two characters, they're so complex and there's a lot to explore in their relationship. Yet I can't figure out why I only got a few reviews. Am I that bad? Should I go on writing or should I give up altogether? So please review. It only takes a couple of minutes. Thanks, enjoy the reading.

A/N: I do not own Bones.

Chapter 3

As Booth approached the bed his breath was sucked from his lungs. Perfectly laid out on the comforter there was the most stylish suit he'd ever seen. Black, hand sown, a dark red silk tie on the white shirt, matching dark read socks and a rolled black leather belt next to the trousers. A small suede box with two silver cuff-links on the night stand. On the floor, by the bed, a pair of sparkling black new shoes .

"Good lord Bones!" was all he could say dying with anticipation of the night yet to come.

He took a hot shower, shaved and put on her favorite cologne. Then he dressed and when he finally looked at his reflection in the full-size mirror of his wardrobe he thought that he couldn't possibly be more elegant than that.

He went to the living room, poured himself a drink and sat on the sofa waiting for her. When she stepped out of her room he got up and held his breath in amazement.

"Oh my God Temperance!" he exclaimed moving towards her. "You are… stunning."

He had been taken aback by the vision of a very sexy Bones in the Roxy outfit but the woman standing right in front of him in a full length black silk dress which clang perfectly to her curves, bare shoulders, amazing cleavage, incredible high-heel shoes and diamond jewels was absolutely breathtaking.

"You are too. Will you please?" She asked handing him her shawl.

"Sure". He put the garment on her shoulders and softly kissed her on her nape. "Oh, baby…" - he whispered - "I'm going to be so jealous of every man's look on you tonight."

"No need to. We'd better go, I think the cab is waiting for us."

B&B

The cab driver couldn't take his eyes off Brennan. Of course he had driven lots of beautiful women all over New York in the past twenty years but this one, he swore, was really unique. And the piercing look he got from the man she was with told him that no messing around with her was allowed.

"Where shall I take you?" He asked shyly.

"The Metropolitan Opera House" was all she said as she intertwined her fingers with his.

The foyer was crowded with lively chatting people. Excitement palpable among the spectators gathered for the opening of what had been announced to be the event of the season. Booth stiffened a bit as they entered the Met and his eyes instinctively searched the whole place.

"It's okay Booth" she reassured him as they climbed the red-carpeted curved staircase, her hand gently placed on his forearm. She was careless about the appraising glances from the people around them, completely focused as she was on how amazing it felt to have him by her side, their bodies lightly touching one another as they moved in unison.

He relaxed, didn't care anymore about every man's gaze on his partner's beautiful body. She was concentrated on him, on them. She was simply, irresistibly his.

Having reserved Brennan knew they had enough time to have dinner at the restaurant and to enjoy the ambiance sipping a glass of champagne on the balcony overlooking the plaza and its beautiful fountain outside the Opera House.

From their box they had a perfect view of the stage and just before the orchestra took their seats Booth watched in wonder the crystal chandeliers slowly rise to the ceiling and the lights dim inside the theatre.

"Bones… this is really… magic."

She gave him a consenting smile then she rested her head on his shoulder as he circled her with his arm.

"Booth, you are going to like this. It's so very much about love... I'll never thank you enough for showing me what real love is and now, I know, I'm able to fully appreciate this story like I never have before". Already enthralled by the atmosphere he was stunned by her words and swallowing the gulp in his throat all he could do was hold her tight and place a gentle kiss on her temple.

As the ballet dancers carried on their outstanding performance of Swan Lake Booth's mind was swept by waves of images and words from his recent past. This woman had torn him apart, told him she was a scientist and couldn't change, confessed she would never ever be able to open up and give him the love he needed. And then she had changed. She had lowered all her defenses and let him in, accepting his love and loving him back with all her heart. He was so touched that his eyes filled with tears. Feeling a drop on her cheek, she lifted her chin, cupped his face and dried his eyes with her lips, giving him a warm, comforting smile.

It was nearly one o'clock when they got back to the hotel. Tired but overwhelmed by their astounding day together they undressed and got ready for bed, neatly placing their expensive clothes on the back of the armchairs in her bedroom.

Lying peacefully in his embrace Brennan felt safe but most of all she felt loved. Totally, unconditionally loved.

"I will never leave you Temperance. No matter what." he vowed closing his eyes.

"I know" she replied as they fell asleep.

B&B

Waking up with Temperance Brennan was a moment of pure bliss. From their very first night together, as a sort of mutual understanding, they had decided to sleep naked. Brennan was absolutely confident of her body and she simply felt no shame of human nudity. No other woman he had slept with was like that. They all used to cover themselves up after making love or when getting ready for bed. She never did. She wanted to feel every inch of his body clung to hers, the warmth of his strong protective arms circling her as they drifted into sleep. And as daylight approached they always seemed to shift to the same position, Temperance on her right side and Booth spooning her, his left foot between her ankles and his arm on her chest.

When he opened his eyes in the morning, his mind still half asleep, Booth realised that his body was already on full alert, his arousal pressing firmly against her. He pulled her a little stronger in his arms placing soft kisses on her ear lobe.

She moaned and instantly reacted to his presence behind her pulling her leg on his hip to give him better access. He slid his right arm under her body and cupped her breast brushing her nipple. As she welcomed him into her she leaned forward curling up and he followed her completely wrapping his body on hers, his strong shell enveloping the most precious softest fruit.

And he was slow and sweet, at first, covering her head and shoulders with tender kisses, then fast and hard biting her neck until they fell together over the edge calling out their names.

"Good morning" she said finally able to form a coherent thought.

"Morning baby. Hungry?"

"Yes, though I must say I feel quite satiated right now"

He smiled and turning on his back he pulled her on top of him. "I am too, you know, but... we still have to eat. Shall I call for room service?"

"I most certainly find it extremely delightful to indulge in having breakfast in bed with you, Agent Booth" she teased running her fingers on his chest.

Her squint talk always managed to make him smile.

"Jesus, Bones, you're absolutely..."

"Absolutely what?" she inquired staring at him.

"Awesome... and I love you."

"I know. And since we are not in hurry today we can really take our time and just get lazy in bed, besides... I can't wait to experiment on your amazingly arousing perfect beautiful body with some kind of sweet sticky food I'm about to order..." her pupils wide with mischief.

"Jeez Bones. Not the honey again!" and he burst out laughing.