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And, again, I proof read it so... not much of a warranty there...

Disclaimer: No one left the copyrights of the character on my doorsteps, so, no, still not mine.

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His heavy steps didn't stop. He kept walking until he disappeared into the bedroom. Brennan's gaze unintentionally lingered on the shadows on his back and she got distracted by the simplicity of certain things. His bare back, for instance. And again, it would be so easy to just walk behind him, sit at the edge of his bed and run her fingers through his hair. So easy.

A few minutes may have passed before she snapped out and realized she was standing alone in the dark. Alone. She was here to talk. –No, to explain. To explain things to Booth. And Booth wasn't here, he was in his bedroom. Had he gone back to bed? He might have. He looked drained. Guilt can do that. Guilt and a discussion can squeeze every little drop of energy you have, Brennan knew from experience. And she had showed up -only then she checked the time- at 4.32 AM. Brennan shook her head. So, she had figured it out. Did she had to come right away? She had gone home, her mind racing, counting facts, words, weighing them. She had changed, drank coffee, tea, she had eaten toasts. She had walked around her apartment non-stop, her muscles twitching and relaxing, her feelings mutating seconds from one to another, until she had it all clear. And she had left without even thinking about the time. Damn.

After glancing around, she spun and started to pad to the front door. But steps sounded behind her. Slowly, she spun again.

In sweat pants and t-shirt, leaning on his bedroom's door frame, Booth looked at her, eyes drowsy still. There was a moment of silence and then "You're leaving?"

It was the first time he spoke since she had arrived and the low, rusty, expressionless voice made her feel a little out of place. "I thought you had gone back to sleep" Brennan replied quietly.

None of them moved as they focused on each other's eyes, out of which they could get nothing, there wasn't enough light. That didn't stop them from trying. It might have been too intense, because Booth turned his head.

Brennan wasn't surprised by that, just a tad annoyed. She brushed her right eyebrow with her fingers out of embarrassment or perhaps to force herself to bring statements out. It was to no avail, the straight line of thought she had drawn in her car was now whisked into a pudding of words. Why? Because he was sleepy, because he had opened the door in briefs? Brennan shifted her mandible and hated herself for her lapse of weakness.

And then there was light. Literal light, a lamp turned on by Booth at the other end of the room that made her squint and lower her gaze. He sat on the couch and followed her movements around the dim room.

Brennan took a step forward, another one backwards, one to her right, then she stopped and looked back at him. The light was bathing the right side of his face and she could see again how extremely tired he was, how unbelievable vulnerable due to exhaustion. So easy...

She shut her eyes. Evidence and explanations, just evidence and explanations "Listen..." she hesitated "Listen..." But that was as far as she came, a hand clinging on her stomach. She tilted her head and their gazes locked for a brief moment.

It shouldn't be this hard, she thought. She should be able to talk. But maybe it was his defenseless expression or the sensation of him wanting her gone. But no, that made no sense, he had left her in. Brennan sighed pressing two fingers to the bridge of her nose, a gesture that seemed to have been stolen from Booth's catalogue. As she reprimanded herself for being lost in a maze of disorganized thoughts, she saw by the corner of her eye how he stood up, walked around the couch and headed to the kitchen.

Alone again and frustrated, Brennan sat and pressed her lips together. She scratched her forehead. This battle inside between reason and emotions, that had been going on for hours now, seemed to have dulled her ability to form phrases. She just had to put it all back together, leaving feelings aside, using only reason. She could do that, she was good at that. But at the moment, she simply couldn't. It was stupid. This wasn't going well.

The smell of coffee pulled her out of that state of self hate and self pity.

"Thanks" She said grabbing the mug he held in front of her face. It was a nice gesture, she thought.

He sat on the other end of the couch and sipped his steamy coffee.

Brennan wrapped the mug with both hands hoping the comfort of its warmth would help her relax and order her ideas. Yes, contradicting moral frames, instincts, alpha male behaviour, all mixed up in one moment, probably the moment right before he pinned her against her desk. She drank half her coffee trying not to focus on the fact that he had, at least in that instant, wanted her. But then, of course, she wasn't that special after all. Why that sting right below her sternum? Her mouth shrugged and, for a little while, she stared a the nothingness in front of her.

Looking at her from his spot in the couch, Booth was a bit puzzled. She had come to his apartment in the middle of the night after a fight that would have kept anyone far away. He narrowed his eyes in an effort to analyze her. Her dubious moves, her lack of words, the vibrating eyes. He blinked, considered the possibility of saying something, of ushering into speech, but he wasn't sure he wanted to hear her, nor of being awake enough to understand whatever she had to say.

So Booth directed his eyes elsewhere and just drank his coffee, sip by sip until he finished it.

He was so calm, she thought after stealing a glance. Too calm, as if he had said nothing wrong, as if all the words he had splashed over her meant nothing... or were true. In a split second her face transformed. She was here to explain? To offer a redeemer rational explanation? Was she stupid? Her clean and detached theory flew out of her head and her lips started to move before she knew what was coming out of them.

"You had not right to tell me those things. I didn't need to know them" It was an instantaneous emotional flashback to the middle of street and she was suddenly standing and speaking rapidly "I... I don't exist so you can throw whatever you think at me!"

Booth nodded and said "You do need to know. I had to..."

"No! I was perfectly fine with everything!" She was quickly reaching her boiling point.

Damn, how could she...? "You shouldn't have! You should have slapped me in the face the fist time I approached you! You should..."

"Damn it Booth! This was not my fault! I should have done nothing different!" Damn, she hadn't come to defend herself.

He jumped up, also transported in a flash to their previous fight. Yes, she should have! She should have been less nice, she should have kicked his ass and... "You shouldn't have let it happen! You should not have let me be this..."

"This what? Be this what?" This asshole that had her confused? Whose changing emotions left her lost?

"This piece of shit!" He yelled. This piece of shit that was no longer sure of his own identity, that dreaded his every emotion because of what he might do about them "This piece of shit that..." hated her so much for not stopping him before he became a fucking monster.

"This piece of shit that what?!" Brennan's eyes sparkled with fury, they had had sex and he was suddenly a piece of shit? And on top of it it was her fault?

Booth's jaw was clenched in an effort to keep his mouth shut. His eyes were fixed on her as an alert or maybe a threat. But Brennan was not backing off.

"Tell me! Tell me what's so awful!!!" She was almost in his face and she could see his muscles tense a little bit more with each word she spoke. "You don't fit your irrational, unrealistic idea of a perfect gentleman, so what?!!!" She shouted the last part.

"So what?!!!" He couldn't restrain himself "So what?!!!" Why coudn't she just understand? Damn it!

Brennan wanted to kick his ass for so many reasons that she had to force herself no to move at all "So what!!! What does that change?!!! How does that make things different?!!! We had sex!!! I'm still me and you're still you!!!"

"You think you know who I am??? You think you understand???" Damn it, don't let me do it, he thought.

"Of course I do!!!" She certainly did. If she didn't know him, then...

"YOU DON'T!!!" And all hell broke loose, "You don't! You didn't even knew know I was calling you a bitch in my head! You didn't have a clue I liked pulling you hair and I wanted to mark you!" With his fore and middle fingers moving back and forth pointing alternatively to his right temple and her face, Booth couldn't stop the stream of words "I hated your guts every time you glowed as you came! I wanted to leave you powerless, to fuck you like you had never been fucked!!!"

A thousand fists were hitting her stomach but Booth continued "You don't know if I'm gonna break your skull or push you to that wall and fuck you again!!! You don't know if I'll wake up tomorrow and hate you!" as he did at that precise moment "Or lose everything in a poker game!! Or hit Parker because I feel like it!!! Or bit the crap out of you if you look at some guy?!"

In a flicker she picked up the meaning, all the implications, all the crap that sent her back to her previous unbased believes. In the spark of that instant she hated him more than she thought she could. She wanted to shut him with her fist, to elbow his ribs so he had no more air to rant on stupid things.

Booth was so embedded in his sprawl of contained anguish that he didn't even realized what he had said "You don't know me!!! You don't know how many people I have killed, or how many people died because of me!!! You don't know if I will torture the next suspect because I can, because I take advantage of my position and do whatever I want, or if I'll drink until I pass out and don't remember what the hell I've done!!! And it is your fault!!! You should have stopped me!!!"

"Have you lost your mind?" Brennan squirmed, taken aback. Everything he had just said was impossible.

"Are you stupid??? Didn't you hear me??? Why don't you get the fuck out of here???" Booth wanted to lift her and throw her out. He wanted to knock her unconscious so she would stop looking at him, at this fucking violent piece of shit he was. "GO AWAY!"

He shouldn't have shouted at her because now she couldn't tell him he was wrong and that nothing in his life was going to change, all she could do was defy him "Why, because you're yelling at me? Because you're a big though guy that could hurt me?!"

Booth eyes were on fire as he spoke "YES! Because I have, and I can, and you don't have a fucking reason to think I won't!" Fuck! "I am evil!" He shouted to her face. Couldn't she see? "I'm evil!!! I am a violent misogynist sonovabitch! I'm a danger to you, to society, to my son, to everyone that comes in contact with me" just like my father, he added in his mind "So get the hell out of here!"

Her face shrugged. Evil? She was too enraged to remind him he was the closest thing to perfection she had ever met. In stead she took her stand and shouted "I'm not going anywhere! Certainly not because you say so! Who the hell do you think you are??"

"Who the hell do you think you are, Wonder Woman? I could crack your fucking" and oh so beautiful"skull!!! You think you know me?" And to prove her wrong, to actually show her the kind of mother fucker he was, he grabbed her by the arms and pushed her backwards. He hated her for staying, for coming, for arguing, and in the nothing of time that took him to haul her, his feet and knees bumped and tangled with hers.

It felt like an earthquake, so unexpected that Brennan would have fallen if not for the tight grip he had on her. As she was moved back, she didn't know if he was going to slam her and slap her until she left or if he was going to take her as he had menaced. In a second he had dragged her several feet back and before she could react she was flat against the wall.

His eyes were dark, oozing hate, fear, gilt, anguish and violence, fixed right on hers, and yet she wasn't afraid. She was shocked, she was breathing rapidly, but she wasn't fighting. Brennan could see right through his darkness and into him. She understood it, all of if, from the first thrust to this very moment. She knew why things had been that way, why he had shouted and blamed her and was now immobilizing her against the wall.

He was an inch away, he had pushed her and was being a freaking monster and her response seemed to be the same as in her office and God damn it! He looked away and in a fast and harsh movement lowered his hands to her waist and his knee pressed hers to open them, so she would understand that he would do it, he would take her even after all the times he had said he was sorry, even if he wanted her but not this way, even if it would destroy them both.

Squirming in his hands, she shouted "Look at me! Look. At. Me!" He didn't. With a quick lock Brennan twisted both of his wrists stilling them and jerked his leg away. His neck lashed towards her.

She stared at him withholding nothing, hoping that he would know just by looking at her "Don't do this. I won't hate you, but you will" She said in a low, confident voice.

And she was right, Booth knew it was true. He would. He already did, ever since he had pinned her to her desk, he had loathed himself and wished she would kill him, actually end his life.

Brennan held him close, and the action forced Booth to try another threatening stare. She wasn't looking away and her eyes showed no anger, nor fear. They showed determination, she was putting an end to his mess, be cause it was his mess, either rationally or not.

Still, and out of the sheer need to make her leave, he huffed a lied hateful puff of air as if to tell her that he did wanted to fuck the strength out of her until she was nothing; he tried to jerk himself away.

She held her grip, made him stare back at her. Her frown was lifted in that way that was more a beg than anything else, and her words came out through clenched teeth. "You're not like this" and she would stay here and repeat it all night if that was what it took.

He stared at her, another attempt of menace in his eyes that she read exactly for what it was, his last chance to fight her away.

"This isn't you" Her voice now somewhere between a plea and an utter confirmation. For a second, she thought he would collapse against her and let go of everything.

But he was either too strong or too stubborn, because his face turned into a rock, torn between himself and that other self, the beast. He tried his best to cover it, to let the beast take over his face. All he wanted was her gone, Bones gone, at a safe distance forever. And he had tried, he had yelled, he had fought, he had battered her, he had done everything he could think of.

"This isn't you" Brennan pierced his eyes. He got her meaning, and wanted to be crucified and left to die in the middle of the desert so there wouldn't be any more feelings, just the real pain of nails through his wrists and the burning sun on his skin. In less than a flash his eyes changed.

"This is you " She could recognize it anywhere.

Her heart shrugged at the sight of his confusion. Because, yes, she had detested him, she had wished him pain and suffer for every one of his words. But thiswas Booth. This man standing in front of her, undone and broken, was Booth. And this Booth, the real one, was looking at her now, waiting for her help, for her to drag him out of his well even when he did not deserve it. This Booth shattered her heart with his confusion, and took almost all of her logic away. This Booth made her stomach flip, her body tremble and made her feel surrounded by a mist of soft warmth. This was Booth. The one she knew, the one that had been lost tonight in a haze of self doubt. And this Booth she kissed. A little chaste kiss of welcome or thank you. This Booth that had called her a whore in his mind, that had heard her but not listened to her when she explained why she hadn't stopped him, unlike she had the other Booth just now, this Booth didn't push her at the soft contact. He didn't react in any way.

They stood very still, so still that time could have either speed up or slow down and none of them would have noticed. Brennan thought, tried to find the words, but there wasn't much she could articulate. She simply wanted him to stop suffering and dragging her along.

Her grip loosened and her hands trailed up his arms. In that spot that light barely reached, she kissed him again. "This is you" And that was also her.

Undone, unable to do anything, he let her kiss him both times. Unable to speak, to tell her once again that she should leave before he broke her, Booth just listened.

"You're mad because... it happened that way" and suddenly in her voice it seemed to sound different. The back of her hand was now going up his neck slowly, softly; and when it reached his chin, her thumb brushed the hem of his lower lip.

"It couldn't have happened any other way" Another nothing of a kiss that felt like electricity and he wanted to believe her. He wanted her to know, to be right.

"You cloudn't have done anything different" Booth somehow knew it was true. Or at least that she thought so.

"You're mad because you think it meant nothing, but it did" She heard a deep and sharp in-take of air.

Even though she had reasons, logical reasons for what she was saying, they weren't coming out orderly. She didn't really care, ideas so confusing and clear in that precise instant. She leaned her forehead against his nose and closed her eyes to herself, he couldn't see it and it didn't matter because she was still explaining.

"I'm not your property, but I am you flock, your herd" She tilted her head and slid the length of her nose against his. Then she kissed him again, one hand on the back of his neck, the other down his chest.

She suspected he had to be breaking inside, because he tried to stop her wandering hand. Brennan caught it and intertwined her fingers with his. When he responded she felt relief. He was starting to get it, to really understand or at least making an effort to see if any of it made sense.

"You claimed me yours, you did it my way... you did it anthropologically in your own irrational way" She took the smallest of steps forward, their faces still in contact, the locked hands a bit tighter. His eyelids caressed her forehead as he blinked and the tip of his nose pressed almost imperceptibly to hers. Brennan drew air in response but tried not to move, she wasn't done.

"You had to call me those names" she knew she couldn't use the actual words "to do it, even if you rather a kiss" and she kissed him again, her barely parted lips pulling his in just a millimeter before she let go. The hand that was now traveling from his chest to his side was caught by Booth's and this time he knotted her fingers.

Booth understood it. All of her explanations and shouts fastening together in his head as he got that the only way he had had to approach her was to convince himself that she was a slut, to ravish her and hate her as he had, because he had lacked the courage or the confidence to simply lean in during any of their locked stares.

"I would have let you do it your way, but you didn't know, you couldn't have" She could feel his breathing changing, though she was uncertain of it being good or bad. She licked her lips and tilted her head up, again brushing him in that motion, so she could look into his eyes.

"You did it that way because it was me" and that tiny me convinced Booth that she was right, even if he still hated himself and thought she shouldn't be kissing him, had her been any other woman, he wouldn't have feared the rejection to a gentleman like invitation.

Unlike before, the stared they shared was not that of hate, but was equally powerful "I know I'm not worthless. And that's why you did it that way" She leaned her head to kiss him one more time, and they were both cracking their lips open to capture the other's briefly. Their fronts were now pressed together, though the hands remained clasped at the sides. She pulled her lips away but kept her forehead glued to his, both kept their eyes closed.

"This thing you think you are... you're not" She pulled his hands down to stress it, to convey in those words all the things that filled her chest. "It won't spread into your life because you don't need it in any other aspect of your life" And he believed her again. He was assertive in every single part of his life that wasn't Bones. Bones was the one thing he had never completely figured out, so brilliant, so honest even when she lied little lies to tell everyone that it didn't bothered her she was not in a family or that her dad was a murderer.

"It happened because it was me and it was you" And it that simple phrase he understood that she meant their views were so different that inevitably one of them was going to chose the other's path. It had been him, but it could have been her just as well, and it didn't change who their were. She had been right all along. She felt more than saw his realization, and her mouth moved forward again, an opened mouth kiss that didn't go into french.

Only then she dared to take her hands away from his and place one on the back of his head, the other over his shoulder. Unexpectedly, or maybe not, she felt his hand on her ribs. Booth did it because he knew in his gut that it was ok, otherwise he wouldn't be feeling so warm and full of cotton inside, he wouldn't be feeling he was melting into her. Her fingers drew circles on his skull.

"You believe it's love, I believe it's chemistry, doens't mean they're not the same" His nose caressed hers in short light up and down strokes, he didn't care if they used different names, all that matter was that she was still here, still talking to him, taking the most complicated situation in the word and simplifying it for him. Because she knew he wasn't worthless either, he wasn't just another man that did her, he was worth the pain, the stupidity, the mess. He, and only he, could have her, she was allowing him to have all of her.

In the fuzz that this real Booth brought to her, she continued "You believe it's forever, I don't..." And she kissed him again, deeply, reaching the point of passion but not crossing it. His hands tightened a bit on her sides, perhaps because of the kiss, perhaps because he feared her coming words.

"But I never set a limit..." And her hand sneaked under his arm onto his back, allowing him to slid his until she was wrapped in his arms. Booth pressed her a little bit closer as she pulled his head down and tilted hers to the right for a more charged kiss, still no tongue because she hadn't finished.

"If we're lucky, we'll have a few month" They didn't want that, and the touch of their tongues revealed it.

"If we're really lucky, we'll have a few years" Still not what they wanted, and another kiss to confirm it, while their breaths sharpened.

Completely lightheaded, she kept her line of thought and he was amazed by that. "And if we are really, really lucky, we'll grow old and die before our neuro-chemicals go back to their normal levels"

Big, strong, firm hand cupping her head, he pulled her in to catch her beautiful lips for saying that. For saying the she believed, in her own twisted manner, that love and forever did exist and for assuring him with their response that she truly wanted her kind of forever for them.

Impossible as it was, she leaned a little bit more against him and the back of her hands left a path on their way to the hem of his shirt. Booth felt her fingertips tracing the same path up against his skin, yes, Brennan was finally touching his skin like they both had wanted for almost a month now. He simply lifted his arms and reluctantly abandoned her lips. While his shirt was till covering his face Brennan planted a kiss on his collarbone and the air that left her mouth reached his neck.

"It wasn't meaningless" He heard and the shirt was already somewhere nearby. He clasped her, and felt her lips sliding along his neck and her breasts flattened over his chest.

"And this is your way so you understand that it doesn't matter how it happens, it matters that it does" she said before her lips went to his other shoulder so she could kiss him there. As if in sync, he bowed his head to slightly suck the soft skin of her neck, and he remembered thinking it was made for featherlight kisses out of which he made a line up to the spot behind her ear.

"I do know now" Booth whispered and to Brennan that was heaven, or what people said heaven was.

The trail his lips made, under her jaw to her chin, gave her not other option than to let her head fall back. She didn't even mind that while her hands tightened on whatever part of his body they were with every kiss he placed up and down her neck, his fingers limited to brush the profile of her breasts applying little to none pressure when he touched her hardened nipples. Soft, low pitched whimpers came out of her opened mouth and her hips started, without any indication from her, sideways motions.

But it was his way, so she still them, even when there was now a new pressure coming from his groin. As well as she could and not without resistance on his part, she pushed him away just enough so he would look at her. The awful cloud that had covered his eyes for the past weeks was now gone, replaced by a darkness and a clarity that she had never seen before. Not in him, not in anyone. But what she wanted was for Booth to understand that it was her decision to go this way now, she would lead as he had led before.

Almost as if they were inexperienced kids, as if they had never been in this situation before, she looked down, lips pursed to the side, and let her hand slide from his arm to his hand. It took her an instant to start moving, tugging him behind her on the way to his bedroom. Booth smiled, his chest exploiting, at the sight of her bashfully bowed head.

The realization that they were going to have sex knowing both of them why drove her to turn around and drag him the rest of the way locking lips and pulling his hips to hers, which was stupid because she wasn't familiar with his bedroom and she could have stumbled into anything. But Booth directed her to the unmade bed, where he leaned her and laid on top of her.

They both groaned at the full contact, Booth weight not quite crushing her but offering the perfect amount of pressure. Her back arched to feel her breasts brushing his wonderful chest and her stomach flat against his. Booth looked at her as he shifted and rotated his hips to separate her thighs. After a night of pure torture, she was still beautiful in the faint glow of the dawn that leaked in, the blue of her eyes brighter than he could ever remember. Through his sweat pants and her jeans the friction was clumsy and insufficient, and she clung to his shoulders to lift her hips and try to get a better feel of his erection. Brennan smiled as he kissed her and throbbed unsuccessfully on her. Her feet flew up and she kicked her flat shoes away.

Their speed had increased, she didn't care anymore who did what, she wasn't even sure any of them was leading. Weight on his elbows, Booth followed the V neck of her top alternating soft and passionated kisses. Brennan fought both his pants and briefs, ending the job with her bare feet and they gasped at the first contact of her feet to his legs.

Her hands busied on her own garments and undid the buttons of her jeans. Booth slid down until his feet reached the floor and, knees resting on the edge of the bed, helped her take the pants off. He plunged to get her panties off as well and it was only when they were on the floor that he realized he was once again in front of her spread legs. Hard as he was, crazy for her as he was, he pushed her knees together.

Brennan knew exactly what he was thinking, how that view took him back to that night and she saw the same plea in his eyes. There was a moment of pure quietness, both looking at each other with dense eyes, even when he could not tell what she was thinking.

"Can I see?" A thread of voice reached her ears.

To his waiting stare, she blinked as if the answer was obvious. "Of course you can"

When she opened her legs and he leaned, focused, serious, so caring, she was also transported to that night and the same feeling overwhelmed her, no one had ever in her life looked at her like that. The back of his fingers drew the same pattern, the touch she had memorized in spite of herself. There were no bruises, no scratches, no tares, just her perfect skin and her perfect labia and her perfect everything, but the image was burnt into his brain and this time he kissed and licked every one of her now gone injuries. She tried to look at him, but her eyes shut with every single contact and soon the touch of his lips on her clit had her groaning.

Booth wanted to hear that sound forever, so he continued planting his healing kisses and strokes. They healed him more than they did her. And her wetness tasted just as he remembered. Just as perfect as the rest of her. But that also sent him to a moment he didn't want to revisit and though he didn't stop she knew.

"Booth" She called, her eyelids blinking lazily when he looked up.

He continued to caress the sides of her entrance delicately, as if he feared to brake her. Wanting with her entire being that he wouldn't doubted her, she placed her feet on his back.

"I told you, that is a part of this" Brennan's relaxed face and warm curled lips were all he needed to be convinced she was right and even more so, she was a much wiser soul than she let people know and she believed herself.

And how not to kiss her? How not to plant a sucking kiss on her navel before going all the way up to dive his tongue in her open mouth and twirl it with hers? How to resist it when she was wrapping her limbs around him, bringing him closer?

Booth lift her and moved to the center of the bed. And God, his completely hard cock in contact with her inner thighs again, after days of missing it. He helped her out of her top, pulled he up to unclasp her bra, all the time hearing her gasps. And when she leaned on her back again they could see each other, not just patches, not just one or the other, both of them. All of him was handsome, everything, from the tip of his toes to the ends of his hairs, he was handsome. All of her was beautiful, every square inch of her skin was perfect. Not a second after that, she sent her hand in the little space that separated their bellies and enveloped his hard cock in her delicate fingers. His groan was mixed with her "God!" and their heads flew backwards as if choreographed. Brennan had wanted to do this, this exact thing, since she had felt him behind her. She caressed more than tugged his gorgeous to the touch erection and placed it right on place.

But her eyes were closed and he remained motionless if not for the thumb that was circling her left nipple. She shut her eyes harder, aware of everything.

"Bones" Other than the ones involved in breathing, her muscles were frozen.

He wasn't really shocked by that, in fact he was a little amused. So perfect together, he thought, that she showed insecurity when he was utterly convinced that everything was right. Since she had told him repeatedly ten days ago and just now that she did wanted him being gentle he would do exactly that. And gentle and caring meant not only slow and delicately, it meant totally together, bodies and eyes and the souls she didn't believe existed.

Booth lowered his head and closed a kiss on the same nipple he was stroking. He came back up, leveled his face with her and called again "Bones, open you eyes"

She obeyed reluctantly, and found his lips once again on hers. "Look at me now" He whispered. She smiled because he had just said the perfect thing. He didn't want to see her melt, he wanted her to see him pour love all over her.

He did exactly that, carefully, gently slipping inside her. As she tried and pulled as much of him inside and against her, the same sound that the first night had escaped her reverberated in the room. He thrusted harder and deeper because she was so unbelievably right. It didn't matter a fuck how, it matter that it happened, that it was happening and that they were making it happen. She could call it whatever she wanted, and he would call it whatever he wanted, the name meant nothing. The only important thing was that they were a single mess of lips, limbs, hands, half way met throbs, words and moans. That they rolled and rocked in tandem, in a rhythm that was theirs alone.

Before they knew, they were clenching and panting. They collapsed, sweated, completely damped, wasted. And more fulfilled than ever in their lives. She dragged him into a kiss that sent him to Jupiter before they were even breathing normally. Booth knew, or wanted to believe, it didn't quite matter, that no other man had ever or will ever experience what he just had. Beauty and sweetness mixed together in that brilliant woman that was on top of him.

After reluctantly moving to lay properly on the bed, head on pillows and under covers so they wouldn't catch pneumonia, he carefully cleaned her with tissue before he cleaned himself.

When he laid back she was staring at him with that smirk that was a mix of being proud of him and totally charmed by him. And Booth was so much himself again, with the contented smile he wore after cracking a case or winning a banter. She rubbed his chest for no other reason than being able to. He directed a broad smile at her and caught her hand to haul her closer. They settled in what might be the most uncomfortable position, her left half on top of him, arm and leg crossing over him, her right side against his side, his left arm somewhere beneath her, but his hand on the small of her back. One would say she was more tossed than spooned. Her face was leveled with his and she could see how he was drifting into sleep under the now bright sunlight.

Brennan closed her eyes too and let out a deep breath. Her mind, however, didn't drift into sleep but in a looped repetition of everything, from a month back until that precise moment. Every conversation, every piece of fight, every word and feeling. There were only two contradicting things that suddenly made her a little uncomfortable.

"Are you?" The question out of context, having been pulled out of her inner monologue.

"Hm..." He opened his eyes and turned his head to face her. She was serious, deadly serious, but not freaking out, which had been his main fear. "Am I what?"

"Are you always aware of my appeal?" There wasn't a thread of insecurity on her features, she just needed to know if she was heartless or truly beautiful, which crazy at it may sound, she knew that those concepts were incompatibles. One could either be one or the other.

He didn't try to charm her, he didn't smile, he didn't caressed or kissed her, he didn't need to exaggerate the truth "Even when you're not around" And he closed his eyes again.

She pressed herself a bit tighter, she believed him. She was one hundred percent convinced that he did. He did thought she was beautiful, and he had wanted to kiss her all those times because she wasn't heartless. And for that she kissed his shoulder. And pressed her self again. And again, her legs a little more open. A slow rotation and soft thrusting of her hips began unintended. His hip bone felt so perfect there, crest right on her clit if she moved a little upwards and to her left. And he smelled so deliciously manly Booth, all sweat and sex, he felt so warm and with every breath he took his lifting and falling chest massaged her breasts so tenderly that Brennan couldn't help it. Neither she wanted to. She kissed his shoulder again because it required less movement than kissing his lips, while her right hand traveled down to circle his nipple like he had circled her.

Booth did nothing, so she just continued, pleased that it was ok to do this, to rub herself on him, let her hand move over him, kiss him wherever her lips landed for no other reason than the certainty of being special to him. Her core began to leak heat, and she made sure it smeared on his side. Her leg locked his hips so he wouldn't move away on his sleep. A groan began and died on her throat she she wouldn't wake him.

However none of this had gone unnoticed to Booth, from her hand to her breasts, from her leg to the liquid pouring on his hip –which was her way to mark him, to claim him hers, he realized with an inner smile-, but mostly due to her rocking hips, her clit on his skin and the muffled puffs of air that brushed his neck, he felt it all. It wasn't longer before she felt his cock rising up touching her thigh, harder with each of her moves. She moaned and brought her hand to it, clasping it between her thigh and her hand, allowing the rocking of her hips to add or diminish the pressure. She played with its tip, twirling her fingers on it, massaging it with her opened palm, while her lips and tongue made out with his shoulder. Booth closed his hand around the back of her knee and lifted her leg just a little to then let his hand go up her thigh, find her hand and join her motions.

It wasn't enough. It just wan't enough for her, to limit him to that poor joke of a touch, and her fingers curled around him and the firmer, faster pumping sped her hips too. Brennan was panting already when Booth started to shift his hips, throbbing, fucking her hand and even when it felt great, that position wasn't quite satisfying. He had zero access to other parts of her.

He turned and faced her, Brennan was frustrated at first, until he plunged inside and everything fell into place again. The calm tenderness locking their gazes all the time, the only exception when they kissed. She caressed his stomach, his head, his butt. He did as well, and sucked her breast, teased her nipples with his tongue and teeth. She kissed his arms, his lips, his neck, she massaged him all over and the whimpers and cries were as low and slow as their movements. Even when it felt that orgasm was not a goal this time, when they were so lazy and so tired that neither believed they could reach it, it was amazing. Mind blowing how they stopped and started again, how their eyes closed and opened as their exhausted bodies and minds floated between sleep and hazed alertness, how muttered things fell from their lips, and it didn't even matter who said what.

They didn't know when they fell asleep. They didn't even parted when they drifted out. But for the first time in a month, they truly rested on their sleep.

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That's all. That's what happens when there's a blackout and you find yourself with a notepad and pen, lit by candles and with a fanfic you have to finish but hadn't been able to quite like the three versions you already have typed on your computer.

I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know either way, it makes me happy.

And if you had reached this last line, from the bottom of my heart, thanks a million.

SttB