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Brennan knocked on Booth's door. He motioned for her to come in as he got off the phone. "What can I do for you Bones?" She didn't say anything for a moment, turning her back to him and closed his blinds.
He stood up and walked over to her. "What's going on? What happened?" He immediately was worried as he looked at her eyes-a little red but he could tell she was on the verge of breaking down.
"I don't know how much longer I can work like this. Dr. Saroyan likes to jump to conclusions and makes too many assumptions without fact. I know I said that I could work it out with her but I am not sure that is going to happen. I don't want to put you in the middle of us as I know you have a previous relationship with her but I thought I should you know that I threatened to quit today."
Brennan sighed and looked at him finally. Booth had expecting this blow out. He had hoped it wouldn't come to this but knowing Bones' and Cam's' strong personalities, he knew it couldn't have happened any other way. Before he could open his mouth to tell her to sit down and take a breath, she continued, "Does everyone automatically think the worst of foster kids? Not all of us are bad you know. Sometimes the parents are the bad ones. Sometimes the ones the system trusts to protect us are the bad ones. The ones that should be looked at."
She blinked and looked away. "When I was in the system, one of my foster homes had all these really strict rules. About what to eat and what to wear. How late we could stay out and what time we had to be up. How to keep things clean. I knocked over a glass of milk at dinner one night—I was nervous. And as punishment, they locked me in the trunk of their car for two days. No food. Nothing to drink. No bathroom breaks. Nothing. It's those people who should be looked at. Not us. Not us."
"Temperance," Booth's heart melted as he pulled her into his arms. He held on to her and her to him. She didn't completely let loose but he could feel her shaking and his neck and shoulder felt her tears. After a moment, she stepped back. "I'm sorry."
He cupped her chin. "You never have to apologize for showing emotion to me Temperance. Never." He brought her back to his embrace. "I'm here and I'm not going to go anywhere no matter what you do. No matter what you decide," he said the last quietly but she heard it and as she looked up at him, Brennan realized that regardless if she asked him to or not, he would choose her. He wouldn't leave her.
No matter what. He was with her. She suddenly felt so much better. So much at peace. It wasn't rational but she felt…safe. And loved. Loved?
Lowering her gaze and resting her head back against his chest, Brennan brought her eyebrows together in confusion. Loved. She felt loved. She couldn't describe what she was feeling any other way but loved. But how to explain that to herself? How to rationalize it? And now that she recognized that feeling, what was she going to do about it?
She looked up at Booth. He would have answers. He would know what to do. How to make it makes sense to her.
Booth felt her looking at him and lifted his head, taking a small step backward so he could look at her. He noticed that she had a confused look on her face and was confused about what she was confused about. She was looking at him expectantly—like he had the answers she was looking for. Only he didn't know the question. "Bones?" he asked.
Then slowly but without warning and quick enough that he didn't recognize what she was doing, Brennan rose up on her toes and touched his lips with her own. She was met by shock and surprise but she bit his lower lip and next thing either of them knew, he was kissing her back.
Brennan didn't know what had possessed her to do such a thing. She only knew that at that particular moment, in his arms, it just felt right. So she gave into the impulse and kissed him. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting, but this, oh this, was wonderful
His arms came up to her back, pulling her closer causing her to feel many things. She went willingly and when his tongue touched her lips, seeking entrance into her mouth, she immediately complied and welcomed him. She let out a whimper in appreciation for his hands which had now moved to cup and massage her buttocks.
He growled in return and he picked her up, practically slamming her against the office wall. Brennan wrapped her legs around his waist in response and felt her skin tingle all over as she felt his arousal.
His lips left her mouth and started to trail kisses along her neckline. She took his hear in her mouth and he let out a hiss.
"Seeley," she pleaded as his lips moved to her collarbone, hinting and teasing at entering her blouse. She felt his smile against her skin and he moved his hands—one on the wall for support and the other to cup and massage and knead her right breast. His fingers worked over the fabric of her blouse and Brennan thought she would die from the sensation. She found herself whimpering underneath his touch, pleading for more.