So here's the next chap. I'm having a lot of fun writing this with all the support from the reviews so keep reading and reviewing! It's the only way I know if you're enjoying it as well.

Her gaze was focussed on his lips and, when she looked up, she saw that his was equally as fascinated by hers.

'So…' she whispered. 'What now?'

Booth took a deep breath, the only sound that of their short, separate gasps. He heard footsteps crunch on the dried leaves nearby and held Brennan closer to him, praying that they didn't get caught.

'Who's there?' the thick southern accent of the gardener reached them. 'I heard you, I know you're there. You kids think you can just wander other people's gardens?' Brennan chuckled quietly and Booth pulled her impossibly closer, their bodies now flush against each other.

'Shhh,' he whispered, a small chuckle escaping his own lips.

'Where are you?' the gardener cooed menacingly. Booth could tell he was near and hoped that the edge of the pool hid them from sight. He didn't want to take this risk, however, and looked his partner in the eye.

'Bones, we're going to have to go underwater,' he whispered, so quietly that he wasn't even sure she heard him. He wasn't even sure he was speaking; surely he was just mouthing the words. Luckily, she nodded in understanding. 'On the count of three, slowly slip underneath the water. One, two, three.' He gently pulled her under and felt the water cover his head. He opened his eyes to see her looking right back at him. As they had moved underwater they had parted and her hands now rested on his forearms, keeping him close.

As the seconds passed he could see the strain of Brennan holding her breath and felt his own lungs tighten. He slowly pulled her closer and put his hands back on her waist, releasing a small bubble of air from his mouth. He cut of the squeal of shock from her with his mouth as he softly pressed his lips to hers. She opened her mouth to him instantly, allowing him to share her air as she began to move her lips against his. He tried to convince himself that this was purely for survival, but couldn't help that tiny voice in the back of his mind telling him that making out with his partner under water was, perhaps, the sexiest thing that had ever happened to him.

When they could no longer last on the air in their lungs, he gently pushed off the bottom of the pool, propelling them upwards so their heads popped out of the water. As they both gasped for air Booth couldn't help revel in the silence surrounding the pool.

'I think he's gone,' he whispered, but was cut off as Brennan grabbed the front of his shirt, pushing him against the wall of the pool. 'Bones, what-' he gasped as she slammed their mouths together. Her hands moved to cup the back of his head, winding their way through his wet hair and pulling him closer to her. One of his arms wound around his waist, the other reaching up to cup her head as he lowered his to get a better angle, allowing her tongue to sweep into his mouth. He moaned as she pulled away from his mouth, slowly kissing her way along his jaw.

'God, Bones,' he whispered as she began to gently nibble on his collarbone. Her hands moved to trace the muscles of his torso and he knew that she must have felt the effect she was having on him.

'Bones, Bones,' he said, trying to pull her up to him. 'Not here, Bones.' His whole body screamed at him for stopping this delicious torture, but they needed to get away. 'We've got a get out of here.' He saw the hurt in her eyes for a moment, but within seconds she was nodding and quickly pushing the cover from their heads. She lifted herself from the pool, her body sweeping against his. He couldn't follow her fast enough, scampering up onto the edge of the pool.

Getting back over the wall proved much harder when they were both drenched, but once they were both on the other side they took no time in sprinting across the road and through the park to the where they had left Booth's SUV.

Once they stopped running Booth realised how cold the night's air was and saw that Brennan was shivering.

'Do you have any spare clothes?' she asked and he nodded, taking the keys out of his pocket and opening the boot. Luckily he had his gym bag, complete with a clean towel, two pairs of tracksuit pants and a shirt. He passed her the dry shirt and a pair of tracksuit pants before pulling off his wet shirt, chucking it into the boot.

As she pulled off her own shirt, revealing the black lace bra underneath he couldn't help but want to take her back into his arms. She muttered something about his natural lack of modesty and well-defined physique before taking off her jeans. He turned away, realising that he had been blatantly staring at his partner's amazing form. He quickly changed into the dry tracksuit pants and dried his chest off with the towel before slinging it around his shoulders. Once they were both somewhat dry and changed they jumped into the car and began the drive back to their apartments.

'That was close,' Booth said after a while to break the silence.

'Yes, lucky you thought of the pool,' she said with a smile.

'Bones I think…' he wished. 'We should forget about the whole 'pool' thing. We must have just gotten caught up in the moment.'

'Fine,' she said coldly, looking out of the window.

'Bones, it's not that I didn't enjoy it, because believe me, I did, but we need to stay professional. That's what we agreed on, right?' She didn't reply. They continued the drive in silence.

Okay, there you go. What more could you have wanted? I had fun writing this because, let's be honest, who wouldn't with a shirtless Booth? Or shirtless Brennan if that's what float's your boat. So if you liked all the pool fun and angst, let me know! I would love a review!