*

The first time, he'd come into her home out of worry.
She'd been working two days straight on a set of remains shipped from the Chinese government (from the Zhou Dynasty no less!), and had fallen into bed, beyond exhausted, only a few hours before.
In the dead sleep Brennan was in, she hadn't heard her alarm, nor her cell, nor apparently her partner banging on her door. Booth let himself in with his own set of keys, a line of worry creasing his forehead. Balancing the tray of coffee he'd brought, he stepped inside and shut the door behind him, calling her name softly.

Looking around the open apartment, he quickly headed for her bedroom, and pushed the door open with the flat of his palm. He'd had to bite back a groan at the image before him. His partner lay sprawled on her back, long, bare legs tangled in her sheets. Some of her bare stomach could be seen where her shirt had ridden up, one hand splayed across the white skin, while the other was thrown above her head. Her face had such a serious expression on it that Booth had to stifle a laugh. A squint, even in her sleep.

He stepped forward, the light from her blinds slicing him into light and shadow, as he set down the tray and sat on the side of her bed. He took one of the cups and held it to her delicate nose, whispering, "Bo-o-ones. Wakey, wakey…"

She let out a soft sigh and her forehead crinkled momentarily before he reached out and smoothed the line with his finger. "Bones, wake up." He brushed his fingers along the side of her cheek, and her eyes opened at last, sleepy and disoriented. "Good morning, Bones," he greeted.

"Booth?" she asked in confusion. "What time is it?"

He found it amusing that her first question was whether she was late for work, and not why he was in her bedroom. "It's 8:30 Bones. I was worried when you didn't answer your phone, or your door. Here," he held the coffee out to her again and she sat up, brushing the hair out of her eyes sleepily. She took the cup and sipped at it, leaning back against the headboard of her bed. "Thank you. I'm sorry you were worried, I must have slept through my alarm, I didn't get home until nearly five."

When he didn't answer she looked up and saw he was staring at her shirt. She looked down and a flush of color immediately swept across her cheeks. He smirked. "You said you didn't know where my FBI shirt was."

She stalled by taking another sip of coffee before replying demurely, "Well, I didn't."

He laughed, his grin stretching from ear to ear. "It sure looks like you did. Did you lie to me, Bones, so you could keep my shirt?"

"What? No, of course not. You asked me if I knew where it was, and at the time, I didn't know its precise location, exactly. It could have been in my laundry, or in my drawer, or on the floor…"

"Yeah, yeah, Bones, save it. That's the squinty version of a lie."

She rolled her eyes, "Fine, Booth, do you want it back right now?" She reached with the hand not cradling her coffee to grasp the hem of her shirt, beginning to lift. As much as he'd wanted her to continue, he'd stopped her hand with his own.

"You know, I would have let you have it. All you had to do was ask." His face was very close to hers now.

"Booth?" she asked, her voice soft.

"Yes?" he breathed, his hand still encircling her wrist.

"…Can I have it?"

The urge to kiss her was almost overwhelming. "Yes Bones. You can have it."

"Thank you."

*

The second time, she'd entered his home out of urgency.
An Agent had called the Jeffersonian with a fresh crime scene, a set of remains having washed up on a beach, and they couldn't get a hold of Booth. When he hadn't answered his phone for her either, she'd flown to his house, thoughts flying with the potential evidence that was being washed away with every second that passed. And mild concern for Booth of course, though she saw no reason to worry. He'd probably just slept in, he'd been up with Parker all weekend. The child had a cold and apparently sick children don't sleep well.

After a half-hearted attempt to knock, she used her key to let herself in and marched straight to his bedroom. But as soon as she pushed open the door, all thoughts of crime scenes left her head in an instant. She had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep from making some sort of noise as the sight of him caused her heart to squeeze with affection. He was on his stomach, lying diagonally across his bed, one arm hanging over the side. She'd never seen anyone sleep like that before. His face was so calm and peaceful, she almost backed out of the room to let him sleep. But there was work to do. She sank down onto the bed next to him and leaned close to his face. "Booth," she whispered, placing an arm on his bicep.

He didn't move. Brennan rolled her eyes. So much for sniper reflexes. Then again, most snipers probably hadn't been up for 48 hours with a sick child. She shook him lightly, leaning in to speak close to his ear, "Booth, it's Bones. We have a case."

Nothing.

She was on the verge of taking a pillow and smacking him with it, when she suddenly remembered something her mother used to do. She reached out with one of her long, slender fingers, and ran it down the bridge of his nose, once, twice, three times. "Bo-o-oth, it's time for school," she teased.

"Five more minutes, mom" he grunted, a smile slowly creeping across his face. She laughed as he opened his eyes to look up at her.

"Good morning, Booth," she greeted cheerfully.

"Good morning, Bones," he smiled back.

"We have a case," she explained, "and I was worried when you didn't pick up your phone."

He rolled onto his back, "Worried about me, or about the evidence being compromised?"

She grinned. "Both." He laughed and began to stretch, her eyes drinking him in hungrily. "Booth, are you naked?" she asked, a lilt of laughter in her voice.

"You tell me," he teased, waggling his eyebrows.

She reached forward and lifted the covers, peeking underneath before letting them drop back down to meet his shocked expression.

"Yes. You are." She stood. "I'll go make coffee."

*

The third time, it was revenge.
She'd seen him naked, what; two, three times? And he'd barely seen her belly button. Not fair. Luckily for Booth, Bones was a predictable woman when it came to her morning routine. She was up by six and showered by six-thirty, so if he arrived by six-fifteen, it was a safe bet to say he might "accidentally" bump into a naked Bones. And then he could be the one smirking all day, like she had a few weeks ago when she'd practically ripped off his covers.

But when he snuck into her house, he didn't hear the shower running. Hm. Curious.
He walked towards her bedroom, all the while readying himself to block a roundhouse kick, but when he opened her bedroom door the only thing to greet him was the sound of her clock-radio chattering, and the sight of her still fast asleep in bed.

She was on her stomach this time, and fully clothed by the looks of it (damn). She was wearing shorts that hugged her ass just right, and Booth figured if he couldn't annoy her by seeing her naked, he could at least annoy her by waking her up in an irritating fashion. So without further ado, he stepped forward and smacked her ass (gentle, but firm), and bellowed, "Mornin' Bones!"

She gasped and sat up like a rocket, and that's when he realized she wasn't fully clothed after all. She made no move to cover her (amazing) bare breasts as she glared at him, and he can't say that surprised him. She was never one for modesty.

"Booth, what the hell do you think you're doing?" she snarled, hurling a pillow at him.

He tried to drag his eyes from her breasts, but even as her feather pillow hit him square in the gut, he couldn't. It was like a magnetic force was pulling his gaze there and he was powerless to look away. "We have a case, Bones."

"Is the case on my chest, or can I get dressed?" she asked. He couldn't tell whether she was amused or annoyed, but he suspected both.

"No, unfortunately, it's not on your chest. It's in Virginia." He saw her eyes widen a fraction of an inch, as he knew she'd been trying to make him uncomfortable, and was surprised that she hadn't.

"I'll make some coffee," he turned to go, dragging his eyes from her breasts. "Sorry about bursting in on you, Bones," he added.

"No, you're not," she smirked, and his heart stopped at the image of her smiling at him like that, her hair mussed and her body bare before him.

He grinned.

"No, I'm not."

*

The next time it happened, it was for no reason at all.

They hadn't had a case in nearly two weeks, and things were slow at the Jeffersonian, so Brennan had decided not to work on Saturday. Instead she went for a morning jog, enjoying the feeling of the cool early spring sun on her skin. Her normal jogging route had been closed down due to a rally in front of Capitol Hill, so she'd taken a random web of streets and alleys, until she found herself a block from Booth's apartment. (How did that happen?)

She checked her watch. Nine am. He might be up by now. Maybe they could go for breakfast. She walked the last block, letting her breathing slow and the sweat on her skin dry before entering his building. She barely bothered to knock, letting her knuckles graze the wood before slipping her key into the lock. At least this way if he protested she could say she tried to knock first.

She walked into his apartment, kicking off her muddy running shoes, and seeing that he wasn't up, headed for his bedroom. Her face broke into a smile as she saw him curled on his side like a little baby. Look at the big, tough, FBI Agent now, huh? Her smile quickly turned into a mischievous grin as she recalled the last time he'd entered her apartment, and how ever since she'd caught him glancing at her chest with a sort of knowing look in his eyes.

What was that expression people use? Ah, yes. Payback time.

She stood, watching him sleep, carefully debating what exactly she should do. As she was making her decision, he rolled onto his back, exposing his bare chest, and all she could think was that she wanted to run her hands across the planes of his chest so badly her body ached. She crept forward and sat beside him, and then placed her hands on his stomach. Watching his face carefully and seeing he was still asleep, she quickly slid her hands up the length of his torso, rapidly committing every inch to memory, before grasping both his nipples in her hands and squeezing.

"OW!" he yelled, sitting up so fast she was knocked onto the floor, laughing so hard tears were in her eyes.

She managed to gasp, "Morning, Booth," in between bouts of laughter as he glowered at her from the bed. Her laughter quickly became infectious and his face broke into a grin as he wrapped his fingers around her biceps and pulled her up onto the bed.

"It's Saturday," he stated, watching her wipe away a tear, her laughter slowly subsiding.

"I know. I wanted to know if you would like to go to The Diner for breakfast with me," she answered, still giggling.

"Bones, did you come over because you wanna hang out?" he asked in amusement.

She immediately stopped laughing. "No, I just happened to be going for a run and then I thought you might want to eat breakfast with me afterwards."

He smirked, "Yeah, that's hanging out, Bones."

She frowned, somewhat flustered. "It's eating, Booth."

He put his hands behind his head, causing his muscles to contract deliciously, and she subconsciously licked her lips. He noticed, smiling smugly. "Tell you what, Bones. Admit you want to hang out with me, and I'll go to breakfast."

She turned her nose up at him. "Fine, I'll just go eat by myself." She stood to leave but as she did so he grabbed her ponytail and pulled her back down, causing her to let out a squeal of surprise.

He pinned her arms and jeered, "Come ooon Bones, admit it!"

"No," she answered simply, her face determined.

"Okay, you asked for it," he answered, his grin causing her stomach to clench.

"I most certainly didn't ask for anyth-aaah!" Her words were cut off as he pinned her with his lower body and began to tickle her, making her shriek like she hadn't done since she was a little girl. She squirmed underneath him, trying in vain to fight him off as he relentlessly tickled her, yelling, "Admit it!"

She could barely breathe for laughing, and when she couldn't stand it anymore she yelled, "FINE, I ADMIT IT!" But he didn't stop.

"Admit what, Bones?" he asked, continuing his attack.

"I-(laugh) I-want to (shriek) – to hang out with (squeal) with you!"

He stopped, and let her up, panting and glaring at him venomously.

"That was awful, Booth," she growled.

He shrugged. "That's what you get for squeezing a man's nipples first thing in the morning. Meet you at the diner in half an hour?" he asked.

"Fine, whatever," she snarled, marching out of the room.

"Oh and Bones?" he called. She stopped but didn't turn around, her shoulders tense.

"Good morning to you, too."

*

The time after that, it was sadness.

His grandfather's health had taken a turn for the worse over the past few weeks, and Booth was feeling the weight of this on his shoulders as he trudged down the hall to her door. They were supposed to be meeting with Sweets in an hour and she (again) hadn't answered her phone. He didn't even bother to knock at all this time, as he unlocked her door and walked inside.

He needed to see her, now. And waiting for her to wake up and let him in was not a viable option. He quietly pushed open the door to her room, and there she was, curled on her side, with her arms wrapped around a pillow. He chuckled softly to himself as he approached, sitting next to her. He pushed the hair back from her face and leaned down, pressing his lips softly to her forehead. "Hey Bones, it's morning."

She sighed and put her hand on his cheek, eyes still closed. His heart skipped a beat. "Good morning, Booth." She groaned. "Do we have to see Sweets?"

He laughed gently. "I'm afraid so, Bones."

She slowly opened her eyes and sat up next to him. "Is that another one of my shirts?" he asked, noticing the pale blue button up dress shirt she wore.

"Yes," she answered honestly.

"How many do you have?" he asked.

"Just the two. Oh, and one of your sweatshirts."

He laughed, "Why do you like wearing my clothes so much?"

She shrugged, her hair spilling over her shoulder. "They're comfortable. And they smell good."

"Bones are you telling me you like the way I smell?"

"Yes."

He smiled softly at her. "Booth, what's upsetting you?"

His brow furrowed, "What makes you think I'm upset, Bones?"

"You're not making fun of me for liking the way you smell."

He had to concede that. "Pops isn't doing so well."

She immediately put her arms around him, and he sank into her, reveling in her warmth. "I'm sorry, Booth. I really am."

"I know you are, Bones. Thank you."

She pulled back. "Would it make you feel better if I showed you my breasts again?"

He laughed in surprise. After a brief moment to think he replied, "Yeah, Bones. It would."

She leaned back, grinning, and popped the buttons on the shirt, holding it wide open for him to feast his eyes on. After a few seconds she closed her shirt, replacing some of the buttons, but not all. "Thanks Bones," he grinned.

"Anytime, Booth," she smiled back. "I'm going to get dressed, put on the coffee?"

"Sure," he answered, standing. "Oh, and Bones?"

"Mm?" she asked, stopped on the way to her bathroom.

"I like the way you smell, too."

She smiled. "I know."

*

The time after that, it was anger.

She stormed into his house just after six. They'd fought the night before because he'd tried to kick her off the case for being too emotionally invested. She'd kicked him out of her lab, and then ended up storming home because she was too annoyed to think straight.

She stalked across his living room and practically kicked open his door. He was sleeping on his stomach, a well muscled arm dangling over the edge of his bed. She had been so enraged she'd barely slept, and seeing him sleeping like a baby while she'd tossed and turned only annoyed her more. She grabbed the bottom of his covers and yanked them off, a little disappointed to see he was wearing boxers this time.

The chill morning air woke him in an instant. "Bones? What the hell!"

"Good morning, Booth," she snarled.

He sat up, bleary eyed, and stared at her. "What are you doing?"

"I came here to tell you to take it back!"

"What?" he asked, his head confused with sleep.

"Let me work on the case!"

"Bones," his tone was paternal, reprimanding.

She kicked off her flats and crawled across the bed towards him, predatory, and he froze as she stopped with her face inches from his. "Don't do this to me, Booth. I've worked so hard on this case. I need to see it finished."

His face softened. "Look, Bones, if I let you work this you have to make me some promises, okay?"

She sat back on her heels, intrigued but still suspicious. Her blue eyes glinted in the dark. "What kind of promises?"

He sat forward and pointed a finger at her. "That you'll eat. And sleep. And not work yourself ragged until you're about to faint from exhaustion and malnutrition. Because when you get too wrapped up in a case, that's exactly what you do." She opened her mouth to protest and he interrupted. "When was the last time you ate?"

She closed her mouth. "Exactly, Bones."

She crossed her arms. "Alright. If I promise to take care of myself will you promise to let me back on the case?"

"Yes."'

She held her hand out, "Deal."

He shook it. "Deal." She went to withdraw her hand but he held it tight. "And Bones, if you want to take care of yourself, that means you need to get some rest." He tugged her towards him and she let out a soft cry as he pulled her into bed next to him, gathering the covers she'd ripped away. "We're getting up at 8:00am," he stated, lying next to her and wrapping an arm around her waist.

To his surprise she didn't protest about any of it, instead she quietly settled against him and shut her eyes.

"Booth?" she said softly. He felt the vibration of her voice in his chest.

"Yeah Bones? He answered, his breath hot on her ear.

"I'm sorry for waking you up and yelling at you."

She could hear the smile in his voice as he replied, "No you're not, Bones."

She smiled, eyes still closed. "No. I'm not."

*

And now, happiness.

He burst through her front door at just shy of six. They'd stopped calling each other before their morning arrivals. There was no point, really, since they'd both started turning off their phones at night. Neither would admit it to themselves, but it was because that way there was the hope, the excuse, to see one another first thing in the morning.

He quietly slipped in her bedroom and stopped a moment to drink in the sight of her, sprawled diagonally across the bed on her stomach, one arm dangling over the edge. He'd never seen anyone sleep like that. He chuckled and sat next to her, thinking to himself she looked good enough to eat. At the thought, he leaned down and ran his tongue along the side of her exposed jaw before whispering, "Bo-o-nes! Wake up! I have good news!"

Her eyes flew open at the touch of his tongue, and she pushed up on her forearms, looking at him incredulously. "Good morning, Bones!" he said excitedly.

She ignored his greeting. "Did you just lick me?"

"Yes." Her frankness was starting to rub off on him.

"Why?"

He shrugged, "Because I wanted to see if you taste as good as you smell."

She looked up at him. "Oh."

"Anyway, guess what?"

She flopped back down and closed her eyes. "No."

"They're giving me a new office! Two floors up!"

"Thass nice," she said, sleepily, her voice muffled where she'd buried her face in the pillow.

"And guess what else!" he nudged her and she batted his hand away.

"If I didn't guess the first time, what makes you think I will now?"

"I won the lottery!"

She lifted her head at that. "You what?"

He produced a ticket which he held a half inch from her face. She squinted at it before grasping his wrist in annoyance and pulling it further back so she could see. "Booth, you won fifty dollars."

"Yeah!" he grinned. She sighed and smiled, resting her chin in her hand. "I'm taking us for a celebratory breakfast before work! Oh, and guess what else?"

"Booth."

"Parker won a raffle at school to go to the new 3D Imax movie about Egyptian mummies, and he wants to take you and me!"

That piqued her interest. "Really!? He nodded. "I've been wanting to see that!"

"We can go tonight, if you want. Isn't this the best start to the day, Bones?"

She smiled. "Yes, Booth. It is." She stood and pointed at the kitchen. "Coffee."

He rolled his eyes and stood, but she called him back, paused on her way to the bathroom. "Hey Booth?"

"Yeah?"

"…Do I?"

"Do you what, Bones?"

"Do I taste as good as I smell?"

He grinned.

"Better."

*

And this time, curiosity.

Ever since he'd told her she tasted good, she'd wondered how he tasted. The thought had been circulating in her mind for two weeks now, plaguing her with every waking moment, and she'd decided that she had to put it to a stop. Brennan clutched the bag of his favorite bagels to her chest as she slipped inside his door, shutting it behind her.

Removing her shoes, she padded across his living room and opened his door. He was sleeping on his back, his arms slung over his head. She set the bagels down and sat next to him, her heart thumping. Where to taste? The lovely curve of his biceps seemed to call to her, and she leaned down, licking her lips in anticipation, before sinking her teeth gently into his flesh and running her tongue along his skin.

She felt his hand on her back and she released his arm, politely swiping away her saliva, before smiling at him innocently. "Morning, Booth."

"Bones, are you biting me?"

"Yes." She reached over and grabbed the bag of warm bagels, settling in beside him. "And I brought breakfast. We have a case in Bethesda."

"Aren't I the one that tells you we have a case?"

"Usually, yes, but in this case the police called Cam because the lead on it is a friend of hers." She handed him a bagel and he took it, sinking his teeth into it gratefully.

"So?" He asked over a bite of bagel.

"So what?" she asked, starting on hers.

"How do I taste?"

She smiled, cheek full of bread as she contemplated. Swallowing, she replied, "Good."

"Good? That's all I get? Good?"

She shrugged, "Well? What would you have me say?"

"I don't know, 'great' at least!"

Rolling her eyes, Brennan covered her full mouth and replied, "Fine, you taste great Booth. Fantastic, even."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

They chewed in silence for a moment before Booth cut in. "Do I taste better than these delicious bagels?"

She paused, looking thoughtful, and then quickly leaned over and put her mouth on the skin of his neck, sucking gently and then releasing with a loud "pop".

"Oh, yes, much better."

He leaned over and put his mouth on her ear, causing her to gasp and drop her bagel as his warm tongue swept over it. "Hm. Yep, so do you," he offered casually.

Recovering, she picked up her bagel and replied, breathlessly, "Thank you."

"Anytime."

*

And after that, jealousy.

He slipped in her front door, not even sure if he should be there. Not even sure if she'd be alone. But he had to know. He crossed the living room and pushed open her door, steeling himself for what he might see. But she was alone. Sleeping with one arm slung over her eyes, so only her mouth was visible. He suddenly needed to see her, the urge overwhelming. He sat next to her and moved her arm away from her eyes. His touch caused her to wake, and she looked up at him, seeing the serious look on his face.

"Good morning, Bones," he whispered.

"Good morning, Booth," she whispered back. "What's wrong?" She sat up on her elbows, hair falling into her eyes. "Do we have a case?"

"No, Bones, no case."

She peered around him at her clock, squinting to see the blurry numbers. "What time is it?"

"It's early."

She sat up, his tone worrying her. "Booth, tell me."

"Is it true?" he asked, not looking at her.

"Okay, you're going to have to be much more specific, especially this early in the morning," she answered wearily.

"Do you have a date, with Hacker?"

She froze, looking at him, the hurt on his face. "Who told you that?"

"One of the Agents at the bureau. Do you?"

"You came to my house at 5:00am to ask me if I have a date with Assistant Director Hacker?"

He looked at her. "Yeah, Bones. I did."

"Booth, are you jealous?"

"Yeah, Bones. I am."

A smile spread quickly across her face. "Booth. I don't have a date with Hacker. We decided not to date anymore months ago."

His face lit up with something, she couldn't say just what. "Are you feeling better now?" she asked, smirking.

"Yeah, Bones. I am," he smiled.

"Does this mean I can go back to sleep?" she asked, leaning back against her pillows.

"Of course," he laughed. "Sorry."

"Sure you are," she rolled her eyes. "Just be glad I'm not teasing you relentlessly right now, like you'd be doing with me."

"That's why I'm glad you're so much nicer than me, Bones," he smiled, kissing her on the cheek.

She pulled him down next to her and lay her head on his chest.

"Hey, Bones?"

"Mm?"

"When did you decide not to date Hacker anymore?"

He felt her smile against his chest. "Around the same time you saw my breasts for the first time."

"Ah. Gotcha."

*

And after that, in competition.

Her breathing was heavy, cheeks flushed, as she jogged down his hallway at just after five. They'd been competing all week to see who could finish the FBI training course faster, and she'd just managed to beat his time by three seconds. She pushed open his door, nearly collapsing against it as she did, kicking off her runners before stumbling wearily to his bedroom. He was on his back again, arms stretched out on either side as she sank onto the bed next to him, her breathing finally slowing.

"Booth!" she wheezed, shaking him. She rolled her eyes, wiping the thin layer of sweat from her forehead. He didn't move. She shook him again, harder. He grunted. Finally, in exasperation, she pinched his nose shut until he snorted and coughed, sitting straight up in the process. "Good morning, Booth!" she grinned.

"Bones? What the?!"

"15:33!" she announced triumphantly.

He blinked at her, then shook his head. "No way."

"Way," she answered, remembering her lesson in response from years ago.

"Prove it!" She held out her stopwatch, revealing her time. He took it and shook his head in disbelief. "You cheated."

She gasped, horrified. "I did no such thing! Temperance Brennan doesn't cheat at anything."

"You cheated at monopoly two weeks ago."

"Board games don't count."

"Bones, you're ridiculous."

"You're just mad because I beat you at your own training course."

"You didn't beat me."

She leaned back on her hands, cocky smile in place. "Then what would you call it?"

"Fine, Temperance Brennan, we're just going to have to have a rematch."

Her jaw dropped. "Booth! I'm exhausted!"

"You should have thought of that before you came and woke me up to gloat."

"I wasn't gloating, I was informing."

"Same difference."

"That sentence makes no sense. Anyway, if you do win now, it'll be because I'm tired, not because you were faster."

"Fine, then let's go back to bed and get up at a human hour and we can have a fair rematch."

"But I'm all sweaty! And I'm in running clothes."

"Well pick a shirt out of my drawer, and you can towel off in the bathroom, though in my opinion girl sweat doesn't smell."

"That's gross, Booth," she wrinkled her nose and went to his drawer, taking a shirt to his bathroom to dry off. She emerged in his favorite Pink Floyd t-shirt, an innocent grin on her face. "Booth?" she asked, tugging the shirt lower over her legs, and failing.

"Yeah?" he asked, his throat dry as he watched.

"…Can I keep it?"

"My Pink Floyd shirt, Bones?!"

She raised her eyebrows at him and climbed in next to him, smiling. He put his arms around her and pulled her closer. "Yeah, Bones. You can keep it."

"…if you can beat me on the training course."

*

A/N: I hope you liked this! It was fun to write. Let me know what you think! And if you have a particular emotion (pride, pain, remorse, joy etc) that you'd like me to add, I'd be happy to do so! Thank you so much for reading.

-MC