Chapter Four


When Booth and Temperance finally broke the kiss, both were struggling to breathe normally, their cheeks were flustered.

"I better leave now," Booth suddenly said. Temperance nodded. But when he turned to walk, she took hold of his arm and abruptly pulled him back.

"Whoa Bones, be careful," he was about to continue but was quieted by her lips against his. One of her hands was in his hair, the other on his back, under the shirt.

None of them were aware of their audience until a loud squeal made them jump away from each others, embarrassed of being caught. Their faces held the color of tomato when they turned to Angela.

"Sweetie! I can't believe that you and Booth… oh my god!"

Temperance ignored her comment and turned to Booth, just only managing to keep her hands off him. It was obvious Booth had the same problem.

"You should go," Temperance began. "Uh do you… uhm… want to…"

"Yeah," Booth cut her off, receiving a puzzled look. He lowered his voice, "My place or yours?"

"Booth!" Temperance protested, "I wasn't…"

Booth moved closer, his face so close she could feel his breath on her skin. "I want you Bones," his voice was barely a hoarse whisper. She put her hands on his chest, intending to push him away, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She had always been able to control herself, but there was something about Booth that made it extremely hard.

"I read your poem remember, I know you want me to." Booth had a cocky grin on his face.

Without warning, Temperance pushed Booth backwards until his back slammed into the wall. He winced, and then smirked. "Whoa, a little aggressive today Bones. You like that?"

Temperance smiled, moving closer to him, pressing her body to his, "You have no idea," she whispered into his ear.


"My place," Temperance whispered.

"Now…" Booth mumbled against her mouth.


"I can't wait that long."

"Neither can I," Temperance moved away, smiling as she saw Booth's desperate look. She really was driving him crazy.

Temperance moved backwards, bumping into Angela in the progress.

"Wow sweetie, what was that about?" Angela gave Booth a quick look. Temperance shrugged, "Nothing… really."

"See you tonight Bones," Booth smiled as he saw her embarrassed look, then he left.

"Tonight huh?" Angela smiled a huge smile. "I knew that kiss would lead to something else, you got to give me all the details tomorrow."

Temperance smiled sheepishly, but didn't answer. "I have to get back to work now," she thought for a while, looked at Angela, at the entrance there Booth had just left, then back at her best friend again "In second thought, I think I'll take the rest of the day off."

"Yeah you're doing the right thing, go have sex sweetie!"


"Oh come on, don't try to fool me Bren," Angela laughed.

Temperance sighed. "Tell Hodgins and Zach that I…" she was cut off.

"Yeah I'll tell them."

The grin on Angela's lips made Temperance suspect Angela wouldn't even try to make up an excuse for her absence.

Temperance quickly went to collect her things from the office, and then she called Booth's number on her way to her car.

"Booth, I uh… I'm taking the rest of the day off," she began. She could imagine the smile on his lips. "So, I was thinking that maybe…" she was cut off.

"I'm on my way Bones!"

Temperance hung up with a smile on her lips. Then she suddenly felt nervous. Booth was on his way to her place, what would really happen between them? She thought back at the stupid poem she'd written, the one which'd started this whole thing. She thought of Booth's writings, and the smile reappeared on her lips. Maybe this would turn out to be really great after all!


The End.

Authors Note: Yeah I thought of ending it there, and leave the rest to your imagination : )

If you think this chapter was too OOC for Booth and Bones, I'm sorry…

Well, I'm not sure I have time to write anything else now,
I'm going to America in less than a week, New York, Washington DC… have to see the Smithsonian museums! .lol.

Anyways, thank you everyone for the great reviews!

/Miss P