This is my first Bones fan fic, and yes, it is rather smutty. Kind of. There is an alternate ending to come for those of you who want more. Reviews are GREATLY appreciated!

You know that vital point in your life when you realize that everything you've done up to this point no longer matters? That time when you're watching the man of your life fight for his? Sadly, I've reached this point. Sitting beside Seeley's hospital bed is the only thing I can do right at the moment. Never in my life have I felt so constricted to a chair. Even leaving to go to the restroom makes me feel like I am abandoning him, and I don't much care for that feeling.

When he finally awoke saying that it felt so real, all could do was think that he had had a bad dream, that maybe he thought he was dead, so I told him that it wasn't real. But, when I finally looked in his eyes, I saw that, whatever it was he was dreaming about, he wanted it to be real. He wanted the drug-induced dream to be real, and it broke my heart that I couldn't make it real.

As the months passed, Booth and I became much, much closer. We would work on cases and then usually solve them, and head to the bar, like we were before the tumor, before everything changed. But, then I got the call to go to the Maluku Islands, and Booth got the offer to go back to Afghanistan and train Afghani Soldiers to fight for the American's. Everything changed. Hodge and Angela went to Paris. Jack started playing piano, Cam started losing her career, but then we all got called back. 7 months was all it took for me to realize the thing that I had been hiding from myself for the longest time ever.

I, Dr. Temperance Brennan, head anthropologist at the Jeffersonian, was in love with Special Agent Seeley Booth.

How hard was that to admit, Tempe, I asked myself as I finally told Seeley. But, Hannah was involved now, and there was no chance that I would ever have that chance with Booth, as much as I wanted. I had to face the facts. But, that's who I was. I was a face the facts kind of person, and true feelings were irrational. So, I buried my feelings for Booth again, like I had so many times before. In the words of Angela I "threw away the key", as if meaning to say that I put my feelings for Booth aside and was not going to let him re-open those feelings any time soon. But, how possible would that be when this next case was going to take us so far?

I paused my walking to look around at where we were. Never once in my life had I ever seen such a case like this.

"Young female, age range 19 to 22 years old," I said into my micro tape recorder. "Body was possibly burned, not sure chemicals were involved or not." I hit the top button and then looked up at my partner. He was scratching his head.

"How-How do you know all that just by looking at her?" She asked, and I smirked for a second before pointing to the remains.

"The rotting, black flesh usually means there is fire involved and," I looked closer at the body lying in the black streets of Atlanta, Georgia. "Judging by the fact that she has a round face with slight features, she's clearly female." I said, and Booth couldn't help but smile. I stood up and looked at my watch. It was getting late, and rest could do me some good.
"Come on, Booth." I said, reaching for his arm. I accidently caught his hand instead of his jacket, like I was aiming for. When I realized what I had done, I quickly pulled back and Booth pulled out his cell phone to call the driver. Once our familiar black SUV came into sight, Booth opened the door to let me in before he went over to his side. How was I going to tell him that they had only booked one room for us and that said one room only had one bed, I asked myself. I didn't plan out this trip, the team did.

"Well, that makes more sense." I laughed to myself. Booth looked at me for a second.

"What, something about the body?" He asked, leaning his head against the window. Booth had had a hard day, dealing with idiots at the crime scene, and then trying to figure out where they had left the body, it was all starting to take its toll on him.

"Oh, uhm, no." I said, shaking my head and looking down at my hands in my lap. "I was talking about this investigation. We let Cam, Angela, Hodge and Caroline plan this trip," I said. "Which could only mean one thing," I sighed and watched Booth's expression change.

"They didn't," He asked. I couldn't lie to Booth, he could see right through me.

"They did," I confirmed. "I didn't realize it until I checked us in while you were out at the crime scene. They books a one bed, one bath room." I bit my lip and waiting for his over-reaction, but nothing seemed to bubble over.

"Fantastic," He sighed, laying back into the seat. I could tell he was too tired to over-react, and this made me smile. When we arrived at the hotel, I gave him the key and let him head up to the room. There was no way on Earth was I ready to go lay in the same bed as Seeley Booth tonight, not after all we've been through. So, I made my way to the bar and sat there for a while. When I didn't order anything, the bar tender asked if I would leave, so I complied and headed back to the room. When I knocked on the door, it took no time for Booth to open it.

"Oh, Bones, there you are!" She said, wrapping his arms tightly around my shoulders and hugging my while pulling me inside. I laughed for a moment and gently pushed myself away from him.

"I told you to go on up to the room," I said, taking my jacket off and laying it over the same chair his was laying on. It was then that I noticed Booth didn't have a shirt on. His pants remained, but his shirt did not. I swallowed for a second.

"I know, but I thought you would be up right behind me, I-" He stopped himself for a second. "I was getting worried." He confessed. I smiled lightly as I headed for my bag.

"No need, Booth. I'm a big girl," I said, as I started unzipping my bag. When I opened it, I noticed a note from Angela.

Tempe,
Do yourself a favor, get laid tonight.
Love, A

I sighed and then actually looked in my bag. Most of my business clothes were still there, but my normal underwear had been replaced. I looked at Booth, who was digging in his suitcase, and he held a similar note in his hands, and laughed while he looked at it. I sighed and listened to my heart for a second.

"Booth," I said, watching him turn around. His chest muscles seemed to call to me, and I couldn't handle how amazing he looked without a shirt on.

"Yes, Bones," He asked, questioning me. I smiled and put the note down and moved toward him.

"I know that tonight's sleeping arrangements are not ideal for the situation that we're currently in but," I stopped to notice he was merely inches away from me. I gasped for a second before retaining my thought. "I was wondering if we could make the best of it." I finished my thought and returned to my suitcase.

"What do you mean?" He asked, and I could've sworn that when I looked up, I saw a full box of condoms in his bag. I removed my eyes from his bag long enough to look at him.

"I mean," I pulled some hair back behind my ears. I wasn't sure what it was about this man, but he made me speechless. "Maybe it's time for some much needed tension release." I suggested. It took Booth a moment to process what I had just said, but when he did come to, he held his hands out in front of me.

"Wow, Bones," He said, keeping his arms out. He was trying to keep me away from him, and I could understand why. "I mean, Hannah and I…and Parker kind of…"

"Booth," I interrupted his stammering. "Now's your chance," I threw my arms up in the air, admitting my defeat. He looked at me like I had gone crazy. "If you want this," I said, motioning to my own body. "Now's your chance," I said, and I started to walk past him when he grabbed my arm.

"Say that again," He phrased the sentence in a structured way. His deep brown eyes met my ocean blue ones, and I repeated my phrase, with more emphasis this time.

"Now's your chance," I said. With that, he pulled me into his body, hard. My chest hit his, and our foreheads nearly crashed together.

"Bones," He whispered, his strong, muscular hands found their way to my blouse, and my small, slender hands found their way to his chest. No anthropological theory was twisting through my head about how wrong this was. There was nothing more than the burning need that I am now fulfilling. His strong hands released the buttons of my shirt carelessly and effortlessly, and he even managed to reach behind me and snap my bra off in one swift movement.

"Damn, Booth, you're talented." I laughed, wrapping my arms loosely around his chest. He smiled and pulled my leg up around his waist, and I obliged, my chemically imbalanced hormones taking over. I slithered my legs around his waist and could feel the heat coming from the crotch of his pants. He turned around and gently laid me down on the bed. For a second, he just looked at me, and it made me feel…well, beautiful.

"Tempe," He whispered, before his big, rough hands found my waist and pulled me slightly forward and kissed me quickly, all while I was working on his belt and unzipping his dress pants. He did the same to mine and took my panties with him. And there I was, completely naked. Seeley's head drew back a bit as my hand caressed his growing manhood.

"Tell me, Sargent Major," I smirked, a smile playing on my lips. "Do you like to be played with?" I asked, as I pulled his pants and boxers down. I wasn't sure how good I was going to be at this whole foreplay thing, but I kissed the tip of his manhood to see if I would get a reaction, and I did. Not only did he twitch, he groaned.

"Baby," He whispered, and my body tingled. He pulled me up on the bed and kissed me, our tongues dancing around each other. "I don't have time for foreplay tonight," He said, before sitting up for a second. "I've waited five very long and painful years to prove to you how much I love you, Temperance." He said, using my full name.

"Oh, Seeley," I whispered, and he smiled. I looked over at his suitcase, a concerned look on my face, but he shook his head.

"We don't need 'em," He said, coming down closer to my face. "Making love isn't about protection, it isn't about concealing." He said, kissing me. My heart was about to explode with warm, but little did I know this was just a distraction. His hands slowly made their way down my stomach and to my womanhood, where even I could feel the heat.

"See-" I tried to say, but he silenced me by placing a rough finger inside me.

"Oh, Bones. You're so tight." He said as he massaged my lower half. His finger was moving in and out, feeling me around. I sighed and gasped at the amazing feelings that he gave me.

"Booth, Booth, please." I said, and I focused on him. I knew if I flashed my eyes at him, he couldn't resist. He took his finger out and placed it in his mouth, sucking away my juices.

"Oh, baby," He whispered, as he lowered himself to where he was placed at my entrance. "Say the words, Bones, and I'll go for it." For a moment, my brain pondered on what words he could mean, but then I understood. I laced my arms around his neck and pulled him up for a kiss.

"I love you, Seeley. I have loved you for a very, very long time, and hope to love you for much, much longer." I confessed. And with that, we were one.