"I always thought we'd be very compatible, didn't you?"
"Well...yeah…."
Ever since Bones had asked Booth that question when they were stuck in the elevator he'd had a difficult time thinking of anything else. Everything seemed to remind him of just how compatible they'd be together, and how badly he wanted to experience that compatibility.
He wanted to embrace her tenderly and kiss her passionately. He wanted to feel her soft skin against his as she slept next to him. He wanted to caress her breasts gently with his fingertips. He wanted to have her long legs wrapped around his body, moving her body against him as they came together, moaning softly as she clung to him, wanting more of him…
"Booth, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Bones. Why?"
"Your breathing seems to be heavy and erratic, and you appear to be flushed and perspiring. Are you ill?"
"I have a cold, but I'm fine."
"If you have a fever you should probably go home and rest. You might be contagious."
"Really, I'm fine, okay? Can we just get back to work? Do you have any information about murder weapon for me?"
"If you look at the magnified area on the screen, you can see marks on the bone indicate a continuous firm thrusting motion, probably caused by the weapon moving in and out of the opening repeatedly. I think it must have been a long, hard, cylindrical object with a pointed end."
She turned to face him, and he groaned as he noticed how snugly her shirt hugged her curves….
"Maybe you're right, Bones. I'm feeling kinda strange. I'm gonna head for home."
Brennan put a hand to his forehead. "You do feel feverish. You need to rest."
Booth shook his head. "Rest isn't what I need...but thanks anyway….."