First of all, thanks for your patience on Chapter Three. I thought once I replaced my Author's Note with the actual chapter that it would send out a little email to all y'all who have it on story alert, but I don't think it did. So, if you haven't read chapter three, please do so before you read this one!

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As a disclaimer, I'm sorry this chapter is so short. I'm still not feeling amazing, but want to stay on track. But enough about me…let's get on with a little more 'reality', shall we?

--b&b--

The alarm on Brennan's cell phone chirped once, then twice in the regular pattern. She smoothed her hand around her, trying to find it to turn it off, but it always seemed just out of reach. Cracking open one eye, she rolled onto her back and was struck with the sensation of spinning. This room was unfamiliar, and for an instant, she wasn't sure where she was. She closed her eye, and then opened both of them, and once they adjusted to the dim light, she recognized her surroundings. The darker wood dresser, the hockey stick in the corner, the slightly snoring man beside her.

And the memories of the night before flooded her senses. Memories of Booth's hands and lips and words. A smile curved on her lips, and she stretched deliciously into the mattress. Her toes curled into the sheets, and she could feel the slightly starchy fabric against her thighs where Booth's soft t-shirt ended and her skin began.

But through her morning haze, her cell phone continued to penetrate, and she blinked, sitting up quickly. She had a plane to catch.

Scrambling off of the bed, she dug around in the pile of their discarded clothes for her pants. Pulling out her phone, she quickly shut off the alarm, wondering how Booth had managed to sleep through the whole thing. She eyed his form as she pulled on her pants. Deciding not to bother with the rest of her clothes, she kept his shirt on, and reached for her shoes. Brennan pulled them on quickly and shoved her cell phone into her pants pocket, turning to leave as quietly as she could.

But at the edge of his bedroom, she paused. Turning quickly, she bit her lip. Should she let him know she was leaving? He knew she had to leave. So it wasn't like she was 'sneaking out' on him, as he'd say. So that was the problem. Should she wake him up, and risk annoying him, or leave, and risk…hurting him, she supposed.

Inching toward the bed, she sat down on the mattress, her hip curving into where his curved in from his waist. "Booth…"

He didn't respond, and Brennan almost changed her mind. But then she placed both hands on his shoulders and shook them a bit. "Booth…"

"Hmmm" He shook slightly, and his eyes opened wide, confusion shining through. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, I'm just…" Brennan pulled her hands back. "I'm getting ready to leave. I'm sorry I woke you up. Go back to sleep. I never should have…"

She turned to leave, but he awkwardly grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back down. She fell back and her elbow landed on his stomach.

"Oof…" he groaned, and his hands flexed on her hips. "Hey…"

She turned to him, and their eyes met. It was awkward, but he didn't seem upset. Just…awake. " I have to leave. I have to run to my apartment and get my suitcase and go to the airport."

Booth ran his hand over his face and blinked a few times. "Okay, I'll take you, if you want."

"No, no." Brennan insisted. "I've already called a cab, and I'm just going to leave my car at the airport, like I always do."

"Hmmm…" Booth fell back down to his pillow. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." She paused, and then leaned down to press a quick kiss against his lips. "I will…see you tomorrow."

His hand came up to the back of her head and he pulled her down for another kiss. "See you, Bones" he mumbled, already falling back to sleep.

Brennan extracted herself from his hold, and quickly made her way outside just in time as the cab to pulled up to the curb.

--b&b—

2:16 PM

Booth snagged the remaining chocolate doughnut from the FBI break room and pumped his fist in victory."Score one, team Booth". He grinned as he put a bite in his mouth and pulled out his phone to call his partner and let her know of his tiny victory and that he'd be over with her half of his prize. But then he paused as he realized she was busy today. She wasn't just a few miles away like she normally was.

He didn't want to bother her, so he just closed his phone and wrapped her half of the donut in a napkin.

5:41 PM

Booth stared at his phone again, wondering when he'd become so dependent on hearing her voice. He was sure they'd gone days before without talking, and hell, he'd been alive for decades without even knowing her. And he'd never really been the type to be on his phone all the time with girlfriends either. He just rolled his eyes and closed his phone, not dialing the number he knew by heart.

--b&b--

10:15 PM

Brennan sighed and lowered her lavender scented eye pillow over her eyes. Sinking into the plush mattress, she enjoyed the way sheets felt against her skin. Today had been a good day. Tiring, but good. And not unlike many previous days, as her body began to relax, her mind turned toward her partner. Seeley Booth.

But there were a couple of differences in her thoughts. For one, he hadn't been far from her mind all day. That wasn't necessarily different; rather it had been just more acute. On the other hand, in the past, in moments like these, she'd allowed herself the luxury of fantasizing about him sexually. She would imagine him standing right in front of her. Their eyes would meet, and then, just when she thought he might look away, he'd keep looking at her, and the right side of his mouth would tilt up in a confident smirk. Booth was such an enigma. On the surface, he seemed so simple, but his easy confidence and humor hid complicated feelings and layers.

But in her fantasies, there wouldn't be any evaluation. Just passion.

She would imagine Booth standing at the foot of her bed, smiling at her. Sometimes he'd undress for her, sometimes he'd let her do it. But always, he would tuck his index finger under her chin and then lean in. And just as his lips would reach hers, she would tremble so violently, it would take her a moment to reconcile her fantasy with reality.

Even now, she could feel her body warming up, in anticipation. But now, she knew what it felt like to have Booth's hands on her. To see him smile, his eyes roll back with pleasure. She could hear the way his voice grew deeper in the moment right before his orgasm. Mmmm……

Her hips shifted in expectation of his warm dry palms, and Brennan frowned when she realized Booth was hundreds of miles away.

But it didn't stop her from feeling a tiny tingle at the base of her spine. In small increments, it seemed to grow stronger in frequency and was joined by a short beeping noise. Hmmm…what?

Brennan lifted her eye mask and realized that her cell phone was vibrating. "Brennan" she answered quickly.

"Uh, hey."

A warmth spread through her chest, and Brennan laid back against her pillows. "Hello, Booth."

"I didn't wake you up, did I?"

"No…no. I'm in bed, but I was awake." Thinking of you she almost added. "Everything okay?"

"What?" he asked, "Oh, yeah. Everything's great. I um…just wanted to talk to you at least once today, that's all."

"Oh…"

"How was your speech?"

Brennan settled deeper into the mattress, "It went really well, actually. Several of the students seemed to actually be interested in anthropology and not just meeting a famous author."

"Nice" Booth chuckled "It also doesn't hurt that you're so gorgeous."

There was silence on the other line, and Booth froze.

"Uh…sorry." He tried to cover up his mistake.

"No…don't be sorry" Brennan bit her bottom lip. "Thank you for the compliment. I'm just…not used to that yet. But it should be expected."

Booth sighed to himself in relief. "You're welcome. Gorgeous" he teased.

Brennan laughed, and he continued.

"I'll bet you were wearing a dress that broke all those college boys hearts, too." He smiled, totally able to imagine it.

"I don't know about that" Brennan replied, reaching over to turn on the side lamp, "It was just a simple black dress."

"Hmmm…no such thing, Bones. Especially if you're the one wearing it."

Brennan chuckled. "Well, I'm not wearing it now."

Booth barked out a laugh, and then paused. "What are you wearing?" he joked, wondering if she would get the reference.

"Nothing" she answered matter of factly. "Well, my scented eye mask, but…"

Booth groaned, already regretting his joke. "Oh, that is so not fair" he muttered.

He could just imagine her too. Lying on her back, prim, but sinful in a way that blew his mind every time. And she'd had a mask over her eyes. God help him.

"Booth? Booth?" she was saying, and he realized he'd let his mind wander.

"Oh, uh…yeah, hey, Bones…" he chuckled nervously, glad she couldn't see the way he was shifting on his bed, desperately trying to keep his hands above his waist.

"Everything okay? You seemed to have stopped listening."

"I was a little distracted, that's all" Booth admitted, then cursed himself, wondering why he couldn't just keep his mouth shut.

"Distracted? By what?" Brennan asked. "Something at your apartment?"

It would be so easy to say yes, a noise, a bird outside, anything, just to get her off this track. "No, Bones…"

"By what then?"

Booth laughed, "By you lying naked in your bed, and my being not anywhere near you."

Brennan's hips arched of their own volition, and her free hand smoothed down her stomach. "What are you suggesting?"

He coughed, "Suggesting? I'm not suggesting anything…"

There was a pause, and then…

"Why, Bones? What are you suggesting?"

Brennan paused, and then realized a possibility was available to her. It might take some convincing on Booth's part, but… "We could have phone sex."

"Bones…" he groaned, and she could just imagine him shifting on his bed.

"Are you in bed?" she asked, already warming up to the picture in her mind.

"Y-yes" he muttered.

"What are you wearing?"

Booth could swear her tone of voice hadn't changed a bit. She could be discussing science or a lecture, but it still didn't stop him from laying his phone on his pillow and pressing the speaker button. "Just boxers for me."

"So…are we going to do this?"

Booth paused, "I guess. I mean, I want you. I've never done this before, so…it feels kind of weird. Like I'm…I don't know, cheating or something."

"I want you too. I've been thinking about you, and how I used to fantasize about you."

Oh,baby! Booth muffled a moan into his pillow and then looked up. "Oh yeah? No kidding."

"Yes" she answered, again very matter of fact. But damn it if it wasn't her cool collected tone of voice that was turning him inside out. Sure, he loved it when her voice got husky and she whispered his name in pleasure. Or when her eyes grew bright and her whimpers grew louder with each second of their time together. But he'd be lying if he didn't say that her science voice made him want to kiss her till forever and make her scream.

"In fact, I think I will indulge in a fantasy now, Booth."

"No" Booth growled, and Brennan paused.

"What?"

"I said" Booth turned over onto his stomach and stared at the phone. "No fantasy. If anyone is going to help you…you know…it's going to be me. The real me."

--b&b—

Brennan set her phone beside her on her pillow and looked at it before turning over onto her stomach. The press of her breasts against the cool sheets caused a tingle of pleasure to course through her body, and she groaned in anticipation. "Okay…do you want to tell me what to do? Or do you want me to tell you what I do?"

Booth closed his eyes tight and clenched his fist to his side. "I'll tell you."

Yesssss…..Brennan closed her eyes and let her hands fall to her sides. "Should I lie on my back or my stomach?"

Booth paused and inhaled sharply through his nose. "Um, your back. Please" he added, and he could hear her chuckle on the other line followed by what he could only guess was the rustle of her bare body on soft sheets. "And pull your mask down over your eyes, too."

Ooh…nice, Brennan thought, and leaned over to turn off the lamp before doing as Booth suggested. Once she was enclosed by darkness, she rested her arms at her sides. "Ready."

"Okay, um…take your right hand and run it from your left wrist up to your shoulder, and then back down."

Brennan did as he requested, her hips squirming, just from the sound of his voice and the smooth touch. "That feels nice."

"I'm glad" Booth answered. "I want everything to feel nice. Now, do that again, and then switch arms."

"Yes, Booth" she complied, letting her fingers do the work. He'd been smart to ask her to cover her eyes, as the darkness added much to her fantasy.

"Now" Booth cleared his throat. "Are you really totally naked, except for your mask?"

Brennan nodded, and then remembered he couldn't see her. "Yes, yes, I am."

"Good" he gasped, and then cleared his throat again. "Let's um…how, um…how do you want it, Bones?"

She could just imagine his face and neck flushing at the question. Running her hands over her torso, she could feel that her nipples were already peaked, the result of his low voice and the cool air in the room. Her slight touch caused them to tighten further, and even without touching below her waist, she could feel moisture beginning to pool between her thighs.

"Bones?"

"I think I'm ready for you."

"Fuck" he gasped and his hips shot forward, pinning his aching cock between his stomach and his mattress. Forcing his hands to his sides, he concentrated on trying to make this good for her.

"Okay…" his breath was coming in heavy pants already, "go ahead and take the backs of your hands and bring them to your stomach. Let them slowly rise up your body toward your breasts. Cup them, and then let me know how that feels."

"Oh…Booth. Oh, it feels so good" she panted, and he couldn't resist reaching down for just one tug.

"I'm glad it feels good, Bones. Can you imagine me there with you? Can you imagine it's my hands on you?" Please say yes. He needed to hear her say it.

"Yes, oh yes!" she agreed. "I need more, Booth. Please"

It was the please that put him over the edge. He'd never been able to deny her anything, and he wasn't about to start now. "Okay, baby…

"Please, oh please" she repeated, her hips circling in the air by this point. It never ceased to amaze her how quickly Booth was able to bring her to orgasm. Although they'd never tried it, she wondered if he would be able to do it just from talking to her. It was almost tempting to try, but then…

"Slide your hands down to your thighs, please" he murmured, and the low timbre in his voice caught her attention. It was the same tone he had when he was growing aroused. Now picturing him equally as turned on as her, she quickly did as he instructed, barely skimming the outside perimeter of her sex.

"Don't tease me, Booth. Please…"

Booth almost laughed at the irony of her words. He was teasing HER? Tell that to his aching cock. Indulging himself with another tug, and then another.

"Booth…Booth!" her voice over the line reminded him that he was leaving her hanging.

"Touch it, Bones…please…do what feels good, baby. Tell me how it feels."

"Oh Booth!" Brennan gasped, her pleasure increasing as she slid her fingers over her sex, not penetrating, but teasing. "Do you know how good it feels?"

"Yeah, baby. I know" he growled and her hips pushed up into her hand. "Tell me more."

"I'm so wet. Just for you." Her words were barely coherent as she allowed her fingers to slide into her heat, imagining Booth lying next to her, a teasing smile on his lips. In her mind, he was fully clothed in a tuxedo, and he smiled before sliding down the bed. Settling himself between her thighs, he petted her lightly, and began to lean down to kiss her.

"Booth!" Brennan exclaimed, and he groaned.

"Tell me, baby…please tell me."

"I…" but she couldn't say it, could only imagine how it would feel. Using her thumb, she pressed gently, imagining the warm slide of his tongue. He looked up at her then, and winked, and that was it.

Fireworks, flowers, explosions, lights, sounds, and "BOOTH!" she shouted. "Booth…oh…yes…oh, yes, yes, YES…" she pressed her palm against herself and then turned over onto her stomach for the best pressure. Her breasts felt heavy with pleasure and she groaned again, "Oh yes…mmmmmmm"

Booth bit his pillow hard and called out her name, his legs straining, his arms grabbing the slats of his headboard. "Bones….oh, so good…so good…"

Brennan came down from her high and then rolled over, tearing off her mask and picking up her phone, cradling it with both hands. "Okay" she panted. "Now it's your turn."

Booth grunted out a laugh. "Um…already taken care of Bones…you talked me right into that one."

Brennan purred in satisfaction and enjoyed the way fluttering of pleasure still coursed through her body. "I missed you" she confessed, and wondered if she'd said too much.

But Booth just sighed deeply, and she could imagine him bringing his phone to his ear. "I missed you too, Bones. I um…I guess I'll see you tomorrow, right?"

She nodded, "Yes, tomorrow."

Hesitantly, she closed her phone, not quite wanting to lose the connection. Pulling in a deep breath, she pulled her covers over her body, wondering why her arms felt empty all of a sudden.

Booth closed his phone and stared at for long moments before tossing it onto the table beside his bed. He laid on his back and covered his eyes with his arm. He was addicted to her. How he'd managed to avoid this for years, he now had no idea. But he knew one thing. He wasn't going to let her get away. This was it. She was his. And he was hers.

And he was going to see her tomorrow.

--b&b—

And I'll see YOU tomorrow!