Temperance lay her head her resting over Seeley's heart as she listened to it beat, their naked bodies still exposed above the blankets as they held each other. "Please don't leave," she implored speaking breaking the silence that had encompassed the moonlit room. "I will stay as long as you want," he promised kissing the top of her head as she grinned pulling herself closer to him for warmth. "I just have to get my spare work clothes I keep in the gym bag," Booth replied vanishing as he slid into his pants. He appeared moments later and slid out of clothes and bag into her arms after depositing the bag on the floor. Once again Brennan crawled beside him for warmth."You know there are blankets," Booth teased as he watched her shiver and cuddle closer to him. Bones blushed as he pulled back the blankets wrapped them around her and then himself. His grinned widened as he noted her blush and embarrassment, it was innocent and sweet, that his jokes could still embarrass after he had made love to her.
"Don't be embarrassed," he remarked as he wrapped his arms around her from behind and began spooning her his mouth kissing her bare back that was uncovered by the slipping comforter. He could feel her starting to tremble in his arms as a shiver traveled down her spine sending pure euphoric impulses throughout her body. "Don't push your luck, Booth," she replied turning to face him pretending to be mad as her eyes filled with a devilish glint and he grinned allowing a soft chuckle to escape his lips. "Or else what?" he questioned waggling his eyebrows suggestively. "You'll find out just how fun it is to be on my bad side. Maybe learn a few anthropological things about sex," she joked and Booth grinned. "I guess, I'll take my chances then Miss, and see just how in handy those three black belts come in?" he flirted back kissing her neck as she melted in his arms moaning as she fell back against his chest.
"It was a joke Booth," she replied unsure if he knew that. "I know, but it doesn't have to be Bones," he whispered the last part was a joke to mess with her. "What is that suppose to mean? Because I am open about sexual experiences, I must have an intriguing sex life," she replied offended. Booth sighed, there was always a downside to everything. She had to read into his jokes, take them literally. "No, not at all. What I meant was, you can be yourself around me. Try new things, I want you to be happy. I want you to be satisfied," he replied hoping she would understand his fear. His fear that he wouldn't be able satisfy someone like her for long. That she would just move on to bigger and better things. Bones nodded mouthing an "oh" as she kissed him her actions telling him that he was all she needed.
"Good night Bones," he whispered into her ear his husky voice was kind as he didn't budge and his grip was tighter on her petite figure. "Night Booth," she whispered closing her eyes as she the head back against his chest using him as her pillow. She was very aware of his presence well after he had fell asleep, and she was up tossing and turning in his arms. Though she was grateful for his presence, she had never been able to sleep when people had watched her let alone were in the same bed as her. But somehow this felt right, it felt safe. She no longer felt so broken and lone. Sometime not too long before sunrise, she fell asleep against him feeling relaxed, safe, and at ease for the first time she could remember. It was a feeling she could get use to.
Brennan woke up late that morning for her, it was well after nine when she opened her eyes and caught a face full of sunlight. She sighed removing Booth's arms from around her waist as she closed the shade wishing she could have stayed asleep longer, or stayed in his arms forever. But she had a life to tend to, things didn't do themselves after all. She pulled her hair back in a loose pony tail leaving a few pieces still clinging to her face as she slid into Booth's discarded plaid boxers, and black silk shirt. If she was going to have company in the morning and cook for two, it was going to cost him the comfort and warmth of his clothes that also contained his scent.
Bones began by putting on large pot of coffee and mixing pancake batter as she tended to her cellphone. A handful of messages from Angela asking how her night went, insinuating if anything had happened between her and Booth. She grinned ignoring the messages as she cooked. With pancakes she made eggs and bacon for Booth and toast for herself. She was vegetarian (most of the time when it could be helped)and avoided dairy products except when her body her craved. She knew sometimes, she had to allow milk and eggs into her system for the health of her Bones. But this morning her breakfast would be toast and coffee. Silently, she walked back to the bedroom to wake him.
Bones found Booth lying in bed, his grin widening as he heard approach. "Hey," he whispered pulling the sheet around his waist closer to his nude form as she sat down atop the comforter beside him. "Hey yourself," she replied shamelessly as she kissed him good morning. "Is that breakfast I smell?" Booth inquired as his stomach rumbled and he chuckled softly his hand caressing hers as his thumb traced soft circles on the back of her hand. "Yes," she nodded. He grinned, he knew Bones could cook there was never a doubt in his mind. But whenever pictured her doing something so cliche as cooking for a man. It was not her style. But he was grateful.
"Can I have my clothes back?" Booth asked of Bones as he drank in her appearance, now fully awake realizing she was wearing his shirt and boxers. "No," she replied her grin widening at his disappoint look. "Stop Bones, just give me clothes so I can get dressed and eat breakfast," he replied his voice raising as his temper flared, he was not in the mood to mess around. "Wear a sheet, or nothing at all she suggested," with a grin. "Why can't I just have my clothes?" he sighed subjecting himself to line of questioning. "Because it is my fee for cooking you breakfast," she replied kissing him and sighed accepting defeat. It did not really bother him, he just wanted to mess with Bones. He could never deny her such a simple want, or anything she wanted for that matter.
"Don't you find it disgusting," Booth asked her in-between mouth fulls of syrup dripping pancakes and yolk dipped bacon as he tried to avoid spilling anything on the expensive silk sheet he was donning. "What?" she inquired buttering her toast with artificial additives as she sipped her coffee. "Wearing clothes and underwear that I wore all day. I sweat and worked in," he grinned hoping to gross her out, he wanted at least his shirt back because it was one of his favorites. Booth knew Bones would return the articles of clothing in question after a day or two, but it did not mean that he could not mess with her. He was allowed to tease her and show his affection in odd ways if he so pleased, wasn't he? "Not really, if you wanted argue that. You could argue that sexual intercourse is a grotesque experience," she replied curtly knowing it would silence Booth.
"With me or in general?" he questioned not bothering to hide the tinge of hurt in his voice as he spoke his eye's daring Temperance's to meet his. "In general. Think about biologically Booth. It causes the body's core temperature to rise uncontrollably, we spew liquid from every open porous surface, our pulses and heart race as if having a heart attack, and our muscles spasm. It strains or body and risks death. If it wasn't necessary for survival, or incredibly pleasurable and euphorically exciting humans would have died out eons ago. And how could I ever think sex with you is anything but desirable Seeley, did I not make my pleasure or intent clear," she surmised. "Crystal," he grinned kissing her cheek. The more he pondered about what she had said, the more he realized sex could be considered disgusting and not a beautiful way of showing love or creating a life, that was if you were Bones and had to analyze everything. Only she could take the purest most sacred thing between a man and a woman and make it seem foul and dirty, but the truth was it could be.
The more he thought about this the more discontent Booth became. He began to wonder if Bones would ever see the beauty and pure sacredness of sex. It saddened him, that she probably did not see it as he did. He wanted her too, but to do so she would need to have the desire to create another life to truly apperciate it. And Booth knew she stood firmly on the opposition to children. He knew she was good with kids and enamored with them, but having had a horrid childhood and seen true tradegedy and the world for the messed up place it is she was against brining a life into the chaos just so it would have to feel the pain.
Booth grinned to himself, it was a sad grin as he thought of the selflessness of his lover. How she would sacrifice her own happiness so no one else had to go through what she did. But, Booth vowed at that moment as he saw the wide grin on her face, the twinkle in her eyes, and the enamored look in her eyes that he would show her there is another side to this world. That there is a kind, loving world and a life worth living. A world where a child could thrive as long as he was here, he would show her, and give her the confidence, and vowed that he would give her a child that he knew she wanted, and make her his wife. When he could make her see the light. All he had to do was play the waiting game and use his love and hers to his advantage and her love for his son to his advantage as well.
"Don't get me wrong, I don't view sexual interactions as disgusting or a matter of need or relief when it is with someone I care for. Then I view it as a positive things, but I don't see the glorified essence of it. It is just an animal like physical attraction, when to people ravage each other. Then there is love and feelings. But I don't see how it is sacred," Bones added breaking the silence as she held the coffee mug firmly in her in her hands. Booth shook his head in disbelief when she called it like animals ravaging each other. "It is sacred when life is created. It is the most beautiful miracle and empowering thing Bones," Booth tried to explain but he knew she would not understand, she was not a parent. "Birth is not a miracle. It is science, basic anatomy Booth-" she started but he silenced her. "I know how a child is made, I have one. And in case you forgot some of us are eating still," he replied in mock horror as if she was hurting his virgin ears and she grinned allowing a soft chuckle to escape her lips.
Booth finished eating placing his plate on the table as he wrapped his arms Brennan his lips meeting hers in a quick kiss that stole her breath. "What was that for?" she questioned raising an eyebrow. "For being you, and breakfast," he grinned his eyes gleaming flashing his unfinished sentence and adding the words "for last night". "Can I ask you something Booth?" Bones inquired as she got up bringing the dishes to the sink where she began washing them. "Anything you want," he whispered as he tied the sheet in a knot and came behind her sliding his arms around her waist as he helped her with the dishes. "What is it like being a parent?" she sighed feeling an onslaught of questions coming on regretting the words had even left her mouth. She had always wondered what it felt like to have someone to love unconditionally and look up to you no matter what. She had wondered what it was like to be a parent not having true parents.
"It is an amazing feeling, Temperance. Why?" he asked his chocolate eyes scanning her hazel green one from the depths wanting to know. Bones explained her feelings about not having parents and wondering what it was like, if it was a good feeling, if despite all the bad he had been through was he able to do good. "Yes, Bones. It is the bad I endured the motivated to make sure Parker never has to deal with that. If I could I do things dfferently I would try not to make the same mistakes and cause him less pain. But, I wouldn't change him andwhat I have for the world. I'd have another if I could," Booth replied.
"Do you think someone like me could be a parent?" Bones asked it was something she had thought about ever since working the case and finding baby Andy. "The very best, Temperance. All of your experiences would taught you so much. Your child would be so loved, so lucky. At first it is hard having a child it seems impossible, but you learn as you go. I am positive you would be a natural, and if not you have a steep learning curve," he replied remembering how she had learned some of the most advanced FBI techniques in just days in opposed to years. "Do you really think so?" she inquired her eyes twinkling with intrigue.
"I know so. I can feel it in my heart. I can read it in yours. I can see it in your interactions with people. I am sure that if one day you change your mind and want children, you will be fantastic. You will love them and adore them and give them everything you never had. They will be beautiful and intellgent like you. And, I'll be there to help," Booth smiled. Bones nodded feeling considerably happier about the subject at hand.
Though, she had just started dating Booth last night, she knew in heart of hearts that he was the one for. He was the man of her dreams. She had known him for years, and the last three years she had worked with him on every case and seen him on daily basis they were true friends. All of her failed relationships, the men just did not meet up to her standards and the more she pondered it the more she realized the standards she held them to were to be Booth. And no one ever came close to making her feel so safe and trusted. So loved, so enamored. She did not see the logic in waste time in embarking on spending the rest of her life with Booth, she wanted to marry him, have a future. She could see herself living that cliche life, with a house and children. But she knew, Booth would want to wait. He was a man of tradition, a gentleman. He would want to court her, meet her dysfunctional family and get their blessing which he had. She was not big on the idea of marriage but it was a compromise she would make for Booth, anything for him.
Booth smiled at Bones, his Bones. His thoughts were along the same line as hers as he admired her sheer beauty. He felt like the luckiest man alive, having her by his side. He knew all of things other guys looked past in her and grew tired of, were the things that made her unique and his. Her naive innocence, her inability to comprehend innuendos or modern society, or her lack of social presence those things always tended to drive men away after they had used her for sex. But, to be honest Booth would have to say those were her best qualties, the ones he loved the most about her. Sure, her beauty, grace, and eloquence was undeniable and certainly attractive as well as sexy, but that was not the reason he loved her. He truly loved her for the person she was, and her beauty was a bonus, an added incentive. If she only knew the effect she could have on him.
Booth grinned as he saw how some locks of hair had been missed when she had pulled up her hair in a hurry. She looked like a sensation as the locks framed her face beautifully coming to wave at her face. On rare opportunities like last night, when she had let her hair down in the bedroom, her beauty to him was not able to be put into words. The closest thing he could think of to describe of how she looked was ravishing on those occasions, more so than usual. But that word seemed to do her no just make her seem bland and desolate as if she looked like anyone.
"I hate to do this Temperance, but I have to get a shower and pick up Parker," Booth sighed his eyes conveyed his genuine sincerity and sorrow of his words. If it was his choice, he would never leave, he would remain with her forever in the moment lost in her eyes in this time. "I understand, Seeley," she whispered a bitter disappointment was in her voice that he could not miss, and he knew it all to well. It was the same thing he felt, but giving her past he did not want his Bones to think he was abandoning her. He did not want her to think he did not care as he did, that he was just using her. Because he was not. He would not and could not do such a horrid thing to his Bones. She was his world. He never, wanted to leave her, ever. "Don't understand, it is not fair that Rebbecca uses me as built-in baby-sitter at last minute. But, I promise I'll make it up to you, Bones. Anything you want, just say the word. And after I pick up Parker and he sees his Uncle, the three of us could catch a movie. And then, Jared could watch him while you and I have dinner if you like," Booth replied wanting to make it up to her. "I'd like that," she whispered showing him where the towels were and leaving him to shower.
Bones silently went to check the messages on her phone, a few missed calls from Angela and one from Russ. She smiled, promising herself she would call her brother later in the day. She had not spoke to him months, she had been so caught up in her own life, but what she did know is he had married Amy after his release. She had heard the occasional voice mail in their months of silence with updates on her step-nieces and her father who was doing well and missed her. Everyone missed her and was grateful, the thought of them made her smile as she pictured coming to visit them for Christmas which was only in a few weeks. It would be a real Christmas for her, she would get to see her family where everyone was safe and out of prison something she had not had in the longest time. And now, she had nieces and a sister-in law. And, if she could play her cards right she could bring Booth, her Booth and maybe even Parker. Her family loved him so much, he had aided in freeing and saving her father. She was certain that they would not be disappointed if she brought him along.
Bones remembered at one point when her father was first released how he had questioned Booth, it had been embarassing.
"Are you sleeping with my daughter?" Max had asked of Special Agent Booth. "What no?" Booth replied reddening as Bones was just in ear-shot. He could see where she got he bluntness from. Her shamelessness from, it was obvious. Booth expected Max to say good, and keep it that way as did she. But that would have been too normal, and functional for her family. "Why not?" Max demanded of Booth. "I-I what?" he sputtered looking quizzically at her father. "Are you gay?" Max replied his eyes looking at Booth suspiciously. "No, sir I have a child," Booth replied fidgeting obviously uncomfortable. "Then why not? Do you find her undesirable? Is she not attractive? Not your type? I know many men find her sexy," Max asked knowing full well his daughter was to be blunt and brutally honest "smoking hot". "Not at all. She is gorgeous, and intelligent beyond comprehension. But, she is my partner, and friend. I think of her as of friend and nothing more. She is also, a complex woman of many emotions," Booth replied his tone was truthful to an extent but Max could see that Booth was infatuated with his daughter and vice versa. He approved, in his own way and wanted Booth with her, he could see they were meant for each other. Max saw the happiness Booth brought his daughter and for that he would accept him. "Hmm, whatever you say... but don't hurt Temperance or it is me you will have to answer to," Max replied turning and leaving a befuddled Booth. Booth never knew Bones had bore witness to the horrible ordeal that was her family. But in fairness, she had warned Booth her family was dysfunctional and a "freak show". But could he really have expected her family to be "normal"? After al, her idea of sex was it was a primitive instinct for reproductive purposes or pleasure.
She decided maybe Booth would not be willing to subject himself to her family. But, she was sure she could use persuasion, logic, and her sexual temptation to change his mind. After all, Booth may be different but he was still a man. And men tend to have one track minds, at least from anthropological view and from her past relationship experiences. She sighed, answering her door as she heard a knock and saw Angela stand in the frame eyeing her accusingly as her head popped out the partially open door. "What are you doing here?" Brennan asked surveying her friend. "I thought I'd see how my friend is doing, you didn't answer my texts or calls," Angela smiled pushing past her friend. She took in Brennan's appearance from her disheveled hair to her face that bore no make-up. Then she notice the clothing was over-sized and men's. "Rough night, sweetie?" Angela grinned sitting on the couh beside Bones. Bones grinned refusing to answer her question. "I hear the shower, is the mystery man still hear?" Angela asked her grin widening, knowing that the mystery man was probably a certain hunky FBI agent.
"Yes, he is. And I'd apperciate if you left before he came out," Brennan replied sighing knowing her efforts were futile. Angela grinned, "Relax sweetie I won't embarass you." Just as the words had left her mouth a Booth clad in only a towel had appeared in the doorframe of her bedroom his grin wide as he did not spot Angela. "Jared called, he is picking up Parker and taking him to breakfast. So we have time," Booth replied his tone husky and sensual as he approached Bones, his wet muscles gleaming as he wrapped his arms around her. "Hi Booth," Angela grinned once she was spottted and took in the red, shamed faces of the secret lovers. "Hi, Angela," he whispered hanging his head in shame at being caught. It was not that he or Brennan were embarassed, but they did not want everyone to know of their relationship yet. "Nice, uh, body, Booth," Angela replied winking at him as she took in his muscular built form where the wet towel which was slipping barely clung to him, exposing him as it was small. Booth blushed and retreated to Temperance's room.
"I knew it. I told you, you guys were meant for each other," Angela replied grinning triumphantly at her friend whose embarrassment was obvious still. "Look, gloat all you like. But can you continue this another time?" Brennan asked more like demanded of her friend. Angela nodded, "I'd hit that while I could," winking at Brennan who for once caught on to the modern reference. "Angela, it is not like that. He isn't like everyone else. This isn't just some romance. And please don't tell anyone," her voice pleaded. "I know sweetie. I know how you feel. I know how he does. I can see the difference, the laid back happiness in you. I would not ruin it. And you have my word, Bren." Angela promised before leaving her friend in peace. Angela hoped in her heart that Brennan was right, that it wasn't like her usual for lack of better term "flings". She could see the happiness in her friend's face, and hoped Booth would not make it evaporate or that Brennan would not hurt him either.