More Hannah-less fluff, as ordered. Thanks so much to Lady-josie for this idea!

"Hey, Dad? Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, buddy."

"Why don't we hang out with Bones anymore?"

Booth froze at the question, hamburger poised in the air half way to his mouth. "Um." He cleared his throat awkwardly. "What do you mean, bub?"

Parker shrugged, halfheartedly pushing his spaghetti around on his plate. "You know," he said. "She just used to be around more. Like when we'd go over to her apartment and she'd make macaroni and cheese for us. Or when we'd go to the diner for ice cream after you and her picked me up from school. Or when she'd come to my soccer games." He shrugged again, looking sad. "I don't know. I just miss her."

Booth let out a long breath, feeling an inexplicable ache take up residence in his chest. "Bones and I are still friends," he said lamely, because it was all he could think to say.

Parker fixed him with a knowing gaze that seemed wise beyond his years. "It doesn't seem like it. Now you're always with that other lady."

"Her name's Hannah, Parker, remember?"

"Yeah," he mumbled. "Right. I mean, she's nice and all, but I liked Bones more. Can't she go back to being your girlfriend?"

"Parker," Booth said gently, "Bones was never my girlfriend."

The little boy frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion. "I don't think so," he said. "You did all the same stuff with her as you do with the new lady, and she's your girlfriend, right?"

"All the same stuff?" Booth shook his head. "No we didn't. C'mon, Parks, don't be silly."

"Dad," Parker said, rolling his eyes at his dad. "Do I have to list them again? Macaroni, ice cream, soccer games. Plus you stared at her a lot and talked about her all the time and pretty much took every opportunity to touch her." He paused in his analysis suddenly and cocked his head to the side. "Well, you actually don't do those last things with the new lady so much, so maybe you're right. Maybe Bones wasn't your girlfriend."

Booth frowned at his son as he went back to eating his spaghetti. "I stare at Hannah and talk about her, don't I?"

Parker shook his head. "Nope. Definitely not."

Booth was flabbergasted. A half-hearted "Oh" was all he could muster.

"Dad?" Parker asked, eyeing his father warily. "Dad? You okay?"

Booth shook his head slightly. "Yeah, um… yeah. Why?"

"You just got really quiet is all."

"I'm fine, bud," Booth said, forcing a smile onto his face. "Eat your dinner."

—BB—

It was late when he appeared in the doorway of her office. The lab was dark and empty and quiet. So quiet that she could hear him breathing. "Booth," she said. "What are you doing here?"

He shrugged and moved into her office, taking a seat on her couch. "I just…I just wanted to talk."

"Okay," she said warily. "About what?"

"Parker misses you," he said without preamble. "He wants us to be boyfriend and girlfriend again."

"But we were never—"

"He thinks we were."

"Oh," she said softly.

"And he won't say Hannah's name. He just…he won't." He looked at her, his gaze so intent, so dark, that she had to force herself not to look away. "And he notices things. He notices that I don't look at Hannah the way I look at you. He notices that I don't talk about her the way I talk about you."

"Well, maybe he just needs more time to—"

"No, Bones!" Booth cried, slamming his fist against her coffee table. "Do you not understand what I'm trying to say? Can you not see what I'm trying to tell you?" She shook her head. "I'm trying to tell you that even my ten-year-old son gets it."

"Gets what?"

"Gets how much I love you. He thought you were my girlfriend. He thought we were dating and you know what? We basically were." He could see her jaw tensing, see the denial on the tip of her tongue and he rushed on before she could get it out. "We spent all our time together. We talked late at night. We ate dinner together. Sometimes we even fell asleep on this very couch and slept side by side. We did everything we could, went as far as we dared, without calling it dating."

"Angela called it a…a relationship without sex."

He nodded. "It was," he said bluntly. "And I couldn't do it anymore. I needed that connection, Bones. I wanted you so much—it took every ounce of self-control I had not to put my hands all over you, because it mattered more to me just to have you near. But…" He trailed off. His face was earnest. "But when I love a woman, I need to love her emotionally and physically."

Despite herself, she could feel her body respond to his words and the way her eyes darkened was not lost on him. He stood from his spot on the couch and walked over to where she was standing, arms crossed, expression stoic. "Sometimes, when I was with Hannah, I pictured you." His words floated across the air between them, intimate and raw. "I imagined the scent of vanilla was really lavender. Imagined the eyes staring into mine were indigo not sky blue. Imagined that the hair tumbling through my fingers was auburn not blonde."

She let out a sigh and the sound was loud in the silence. "You did?" she breathed. He nodded. "But you love Hannah."

"Sure, I love Hannah. I love Parker. I love Pops. I love Cam and Angela and Sweets when he's not being obnoxious and Hodgins when he's not spouting conspiracy theories. But you, Bones…" He trailed off. Lifted his hand pushed his fingers into her hair. Moved into her until he could feel the outline of her body against his. "Christ."

He pushed her backwards until she met the edge of her desk and then reached down, gripping the backs of her thighs and lifting her onto the cool glass surface. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, locking his body against hers. "I need you," he told her. "That's the difference. I need you, Bones. I don't think I need anyone the way I need you."

He dipped his head and pressed a line of open-mouthed kissed up her neck to the underside of her jaw. "Do you need me?" he asked raggedly.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her lips to the spot behind his ear. "I need you," she said. "I need you and it scares me."

He sighed and ran his hands up her back, smoothing his palms across the warm planes. "Don't fight it, Bones. Please, don't fight it."

She looked into his eyes and knew that she trusted him more than anyone. "Stay with me?" she murmured.

He nodded. "Of course, Bones." He kissed her cheek and her nose and her lips. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

Yay! Sexual tension! Total party. Let me know what you think!