There on the bed was Temperance spread out tears in her eyes bawling. His heart ached for her, he knew he had confused and inadvertantely hurt her. He had promised not to, but was unable to keep his word. Booth swore tp himself that he had taken advatage of her somehow. She had loved him, but in the chaos of her life and his he allowed her to sway him into taking advatage of her fragile state. Sure she had claimed she was fine, but now months later, he could tell she was not.

He was silent as he sat beside her on the bed, extending his left hand to her back where it shooks as she sobbed. He wanted to say something, anything to drain the tears from those eyes but words failed him. She looked so broken, so vulnerable as he scooted behind her. He sat behind her legs spread open as he pulled her back against him hard so that her back was against his stomach, her head resting on his shoulder. As he turned his head to the side he took in her wonderful aroma and could feel the heat coming off her. Normally he'd be aroused, but a deep sadness over came him at seeing her in this state.

"It's okay," he whispered in her ear, his breath tickling the sensitive flesh as she shivered.

All he got in response was a sob. Her posture loosened and her hand on his leg went slack. She seemed beyond saving, hopeless. He wasn't giving in, his hands ran through caramel hair as he pulled her close, his left hand slung tightly around her waist as he held her fragile body up. He could not believe this was who she was when he wasn't looking, watching.

"Tempe," his voice was pleading as he turned her in his arms, cupping her face in his hands.

The tears stopped as she wiped the remainder from her eyes. She looked in his eyes and saw a world of hurt that just made her feel guilty. She knew things that were worth having did not come easy, but why did she have to hurt him in the process...

"Sorry," she mumbled her eyes avoiding his, she did not want to see the hurt anymore.

"For what?"

"Everything."

"Don't be. I put to much on you. We both made some mistakes, but me more than you," he said calmly.

She did not say a word, not believing it was his fault at all, but to show her appretitation she straddled his lap and leaned inclose where he moaned into the kiss. His fingers digging into the only thing she wore a silk robe. Her hands hung loosley around his neck, as the kiss became something more. Something deeper filled with passion and anger as she bit down hard on his lip, and he flipped her over so he lay on top of her, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and his tongue in her mouth.

Their lips parted gasping for air as Booth pushed back uncertain this was happening to him, to them. Bones could sense his hesitation, and could not blame them. So much arguing so much doubting there was bound to be hesitation. But, since the pregnancy she craved him, but their disagreements only pushed a wedge in their relationship. He withrdrew from her airing on the side of caution, and was suprised when she spoke.

"Don't" her voice was raspy and sultry as she pleaded with him.

Booth wanted to leave- he did not want her to have regrets again. Yet, something told him it was okay, that she wanted sex, nothing more nothing less. It wasn't forced as his lips ravaged her, his hands angry as they stole touches at her. Nothing compared to the fury in which she ripped the buttons off his shirt and quickly discarded it to find beads of sweat pouring down his toned abs.

He was powerless to her words and began to become bolder. His teeth sinking into tjhe flesh of the back of her neck as he kissed. He flipped her over his hand going for the sash on her robe, but before he could make his move she made haste of freeing his arousal from the jeans and boxers. She was devouring him as his hand shakily untied her robe. In front of him she lay spread out, he firm breasts perky and velvety. Her toned stomach flat and taught, her womanhood dripping and swollen, beckoneing him. Her legs shapely and strong wrapped around his bare torso.

His rough, unsteady hands roamed every inch of her smooth, cream skin. He could feeel her tremble in his arms as he held her, her wetness grinding up against his torso was enough to make him loose control right left hand clenched his butt firmly, her right wrapped around his neck tightly to steady her. Booth took the nub of her nipple into his fingers as he ran his fingers over her. He took her nipple in his mouth teasing it with his tongue. Her mouth was sucking on a soft spot between his neck and collarbone her teeth slightly digging into his flesh so the sanguine liquid filled her mouth.

Breathless he postioned himself over her wetness and plunged deep inside her, eliciting a deep throaty moan from her. He began grinding against her, his hips moving rythmatically with hers as he pushed on, pushed , her nails ravaged his skin digging deeper as he went deeper. He pushed inside her, her muscles clenching and unclenching around his throbbing manhood. Each move made him more aroused as he drank her in unable to get enough of her. He tried to pull out to adjust, but her muscles tightened, as she refused to let him leave her so he pushed deeper as she pulled him onto her hard. His lips were on hers, panting sweatily as he held on tight as he came inside her. She called for him as she climaxed, the two of them erupting simultaneously.

There was nothing left for them to do accept fall in each other's arms breathlessly. Seeley gave her space as he rolled to the other side of the bed. His mind began to wonder as they had fit together so perfectly. He had to admit, guiltly, that she was amazing in the sack. He could see her figure begin to move out of the corner of his eye and rolled over. He watched as she moved up and down her body heaving a sigh as she sobbed. He slid over to her on the bed and postioned himself behind her, spooning her.

"Are you okay?" he whispered as his long fingers ran through her hair.

"Mmm," she mumbled between sobs, she loved him and felt so vulnerable and was in so much pain. He knew she loved him, but still felt dejected at her desire for him to turn down his intensity, but then he remembered this was new to her.

He laid close to her, her legs spread so he could ffeel a wetness between her.

"Bones."

She turned over and gazed into his eyes.

"You're wet," he muttered huskily.

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are," his husky yet raspy voice confused.

"I think I'd know."

Booth yanked back the covers and nearly screamed at the sight.