Booth watched the bordem in Bones eyes as the game was half through. Normally, he hated when he had to explain the concept of hockey to his girlfriend. But, Bones was the exception. He knew she would do anything for him as he would for her. But as the game got intense he allowed her to go write promising he would get her after the game was over.
Bones did not mind. She knew hockey was an alpha male game and anthropologically it evolved to a male sub-culture. Yet, she did like the sport. She had Booth explain it to her in hopes he would send her to write. Finally as game drew close and overtime was evident Booth offered Bones a chance to do her "writing thingy" while he watched the game and prepared dinner for them. She smiled at him, before laying a faint kiss upon his cheek and vanishing. She knew that at that moment she had him wrapped around her finger.
Once alone and left to her writing muses, Bones could not get Booth out of her mind. When she wrote the next bedroom scene to her book, all that came to her mind was him. It seemed all she could write about was his flesh on hers, so gingerly so gently as he made sweet sweet love to her. Though it went against her belief in love, she loved Booth. She loved Seely Booth. His name seemed forgein to her as he would always be known as Booth just like he would always prefer to call her Bones.
As Booth watched the game he could not help but worry about his Temperance, his beloved Bones who was the light of his life. He feared that her past was still haunting her. He felt so guilty and a deep sadness for her as he had allowed her to be harmed on his watch. Her lucious, full lips felt like morphine to his body- oh how he loved her to death.
Both turned his mind to his son. How much trouble had been done to Parker by that boyfriend of Rebecca's. His son had taken an instant liking to Bones. Together the three of them could make the perfect family. He felt as if he had finally found the woman he wanted to marry, to settle down with. To have another child with Bones, how he was excited. He dreampt of her at night and turned his thoughts to her when he was awake. He ciouldn't believe she had come up to him and said she loved him.
Just as the hockey game drew to a conclusion Bones emereged wearing a robe in a seductive manner as it hugged her curves and boosted her clevage so that her breasts were falling over her bra and beggining to bulge out of the confines of her silky, smooth black robe that fell just to the tip of her fingers.
Booth felt a lump in his throat as she sat next to him, and tightness in his groin.
"Bones," he whispered as he clicked off the television.
"Booth," she drawled sexually in a seductive gasp.
He turned to face her and immediately her lips were on his.
"We can't do this Bones," he moaned, hating his brain that made him stop.
"No we don't," she whispered.
"Yes, we do," Booth replied as he set her down beside him on the couch.
"Why?" a put out Bones replied with a seductive grin.
"Because your upset over what happened," Booth replied firmly.
"I've made my peace with it when it happened. I told you because I love you. I did not want any lies between us. You're my lover and best friend," Brennan replied.
"It still hurts you, and I don't want sex to be your coping skill," Booth retorted as his fingers rubbed a circle on her arm.
"It isn't a coping skill. And it hurts at times, but all of our pasts haunt us. I am sure you're haunted by your father and the alcohol," she retorted.
Booth grimaced at the mention of his past, but he refused to stop arguing.
"Tempe, please," he whispered her name flowed off his lips and it felt so good, so natural.
Bones sighed and rested her head against his shoulder knowing she had beeen beaten. She knew that come work tomorrow she'd be living a facade, it would be as if she and Booth would be strangers for those strenuosus hours.
"When did you realize you loved me?" she asked batting her eyes as her hands creeped towar his crotch. She could feel the strain and tightness of the denim with a slick grin she turned to him.