The sun peeked over the clifftops in Yosemite, the first rays of early morning slipping into the windows of the Ahwanee resort. Temperance sighed and settled back into Seeley as his arm tightened around her waist. Where their hips met, she could feel the evidence of his morning arousal pressing against her. Brennan smiled and rolled up against him, feeling him push back with a slight moan. He placed a kiss against her shoulder, continuing in a trail down her back.

"Mmmm, good morning," she murmured, sighing as he slid a hand down her abdomen, cupping her as he dipped a finger into her core. A shiver passed over her as he pulsed his finger in and out, hitting against her sensitive walls. "This is much better than a wake up call."

"Glad I can serve," he said against the small of her back before nipping gently on the slope of her buttocks. Temperance squealed and jerked away from Booth. He just grinned and nipped at her again.

"Booth!"

"Sorry, but everything about you is so delicious." He moved on the bed until he stretched fully behind her again and slipped his finger from her core. She whimpered at the loss of contact until he moved her leg up, draping it over his own and slowly filled her. A mewl escaped from her as he began to move, almost pulling completely out before pressing back into her. He brought one hand up to cup her breast while the other stroked her clitoris, alternately matching his slow thrusts or pressing against the small bundle of nerves.

Temperance shifted her upper body slightly until her shoulders were flat on the bed and pulled Booth toward her for a kiss. Their lips met, molding together and moving as he moved in her. He touched his tongue to her lips, tracing them until she opened up for him. He slipped into her mouth, rubbing his tongue against her own, matching the rhythm of their joining. Everything was going slowly, sensually as Brennan pressed back into him, trying to pull him in deeper. Booth continued to rub her in small circles, swallowing the small mewling sounds she made. He loved the way she reacted to him, and even though they'd only been sexually involved a short period of time, he knew that she was very quickly turning into an addiction he couldn't get enough of.

"Unh, Seeley," Brennan said, breathless from the control rapidly slipping from her body as she got closer and closer to losing control. Booth shifted his grip on her to hold her hips, keeping up the rhythm that Temperance was faltering on.

"Just let go baby," he panted, thrusting faster as he felt her body tensing around him. She came around him, pulsing as she turned her head to cry out into the pillow. Booth followed her with a grunt and a grimace, trying to keep from yelling with the rest of the team in the next room over. He kissed Temperance once more before pulling out of her and rolling completely onto his back. Brennan looked at him and smiled, brushing hair out of her face.

"We really do need to wake up that way more often."

"I agree, and as much as I hate to get out of bed, we need to get going. We have to get back up to Sacramento so you and your squints can do your thing." Booth kissed Brennan once more and rolled out of bed for a shower.

Temperance pulled a bathrobe around her and left the bedroom for the shared living area. Hopefully they could get room service before having to leave the beautiful resort. She was surprised to find Angela already up and ready for the day as the artist worked on a sketch.

"What is that," Brennan asked as she came to sit next to her best friend. Angela looked down at her sketch pad for a moment before she showed it to Temperance.

"I'm sorry Sweetie. I was out on the balcony last night to get away from Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum and I didn't mean to see anything, but you looked so beautiful..." The artist waited for her best friend's response as she took in the charcoal sketch of herself from the waist up as rain fell down on her. It really was a stunning piece of art, and as much as it seemed odd that her best friend had caught her in an intimate act with Booth, she wasn't really angry with her friend.

"It's beautiful Ange, really. I'm not sure what Booth would think though."

"How is that working out for you? You seem so happy with him." Temperance handed the sketch pad back to the artist and stared out the window a moment before answering.

"I am happy. I don't think that I've felt this way in quite some time, but Booth has this way of making me feel..."

"Making you feel what?" Temperance turned to Angela and smiled.

"That's it. He makes me feel, and I know that he'll never use that against me. It's actually quite liberating despite how terrifying it is at the same time. Quite the dichotomy."

"Well, emotions are scary things, but it's better to feel than to lock everything away."

"I think I'm beginning to see that. You weren't in here all night were you?"

"No. I got to sleep in the comfort of my own bed and made Hodgins and Zack share a bed. I just thought it best to be out of the room before they wake up and realize the effect that morning has on the male body."

"What do you... oh you mean a morning erection." Angela offered her friend a wicked smile and curled one foot up on the couch.

"Let's just call it my delayed revenge for the Christmas quarantine regardless of how much fun that turned out to be." Both women turned toward the bedroom door leading to the room shared by the two scientists when a yelp was heard just before a crash. The door swung open a moment later as Hodgins stepped out with a very disgruntled expression on his face.

"Okay, that's so the last time I am ever sharing a bed with another guy. That's just wrong." Angela and Brennan looked at each other and shook their heads in amusement.

XxXxX

"Alright, I've got one. What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done to get someone's attention?" Angela looked over the people in the vehicle as they drove back to the state capital of California. It was still raining outside as they continued on their trip.

"Oh, when I was in Junior High I made a mixed tape of love songs for a girl that I had a crush on," Hodgins said with a grin. Booth glanced to the backseat for a moment to look at the bugman.

"What's so embarrassing about that? Didn't everyone make mixed tapes?"

"Are you admitting to it?"

"I admit to having made a few tapes in my time, yes," Booth answered.

"Yeah, and what songs did you pull off of your tape collection?" The FBI agent snorted and shook his head a bit.

"There's just enough of an age difference between us that I didn't have the luxury of recording off of a tape I owned. I had to do it the old school way and wait for the song to play on the radio to record it."

"Oh god, you used Foreigner, didn't you," Hodgins answered back, laughing. "You used some cheesy love song like 'I want to know what love is' right? Man, at least when I was in Junior High we had stuff like Boys to Men and Bell Biv Devoe."

"Don't forget about New Kids on the Block," Angela said with a grin. "I used to have the biggest crush on Donnie Wahlberg."

"I always found Jordan Knight to be symetrically pleasing," Brennan pitched in from her place in the driver's seat of the SUV. "I remember watching their cartoon on Saturday morning. One time I recall being upset because it was preempted by coverage of the first Gulf War."

Booth shook his head from his place in the passenger seat of the SUV. "That is amazing. You were upset about missing a cartoon and I was in a war zone getting shot at."

"I would have thought you'd have been in college then, not in the military," Hodgins said, slightly surprised at Booth's admission.

"Nope. I had a bum shoulder and lost my scholarship. I had to get money somehow, so I joined the army just out of high school. I finished basic training and was pretty much sent straight over to Saudi Arabia."

"Well at least you were in the good Gulf War as opposed to this travesty that's continuing on right now. I swear if Bush..."

"How about we just change the subject and go onto something else," Angela interjected. The last thing that any of them wanted was for Jack and Booth to have it out over differing views of the United States' foreign policies.

"Why don't we just discuss the case and figure out what we know about the murders," Temperance said. For a moment the car was silent and it was obvious that for the time being, everyone was going to be on the same page. No more personal conversations. Now it was all about work, which was why they were all together in the first place.

"What do we know about all of the victims?"

"All of them were young women in their mid to late twenties. They were all strippers to earn the money for graduate school," Zack added.

"The killer is a location scout which can play to our advantage. We can find out from the studio that he works for where it is that he is scouting and probably track him down that way." Booth looked at Angela and shook his head a bit.

"I don't think it's going to be that easy. This guy has to know we're on his trail. I'm guessing he's going to send us on a wild goose chase if we try to track him that way. What I think we can do is find out where he's visited in the last month and stick to those areas. He has to build a relationship with these women."

"Yeah it's not like he'd be a sniffer anyway," Hodgins threw in. Zack, Brennan and Angela glanced at him curiously.

"I don't think I want to know what that is," Angela commented. In truth she had a pretty good idea of what exactly a sniffer was, and the idea wasn't appealing to her.

"Hodgins is right," Booth said in response. "Jeff isn't the type to just sit there in the front row and ogle the girls. He's going to know that won't win him any points with the girls."

"And you would know this how," Brennan asked. She was somewhat surprised that he would have spent enough time in strip clubs to know how to pick up a girl there, but at the same time, she was pretty certain he didn't need any help as far as attracting women went.

"Think about it Bones. If you were in their position, would you be interested in someone who sat close enough to smell you, or would you be more interested in the guy who didn't pay much attention to you in that type of place?"

"I see what you mean."

"I'll contact Ms. Seaver and find out where he's been in the last month and we'll have the local offices begin to canvas the strip clubs in the area. If anyone's seen him then we can move in for the arrest."

"Hey Booth, when we find out where he is, can I get in on that action?" Booth groaned, but smirked when Angela smacked the entomologist on the back of his head. Jack gave her a mutinous look. "It was only a question, geez."