A: N/ I had A LOT of homework tonight, but all day I had this chapter floating around in my head. In math class I added the fan…and in Latin I thought about the rain…then in History I worked on the kiss…let's just say this was a very good excuse to not care about Phat-Hotep (yea…I'd explain who that is…but this little angel points to chapter didn't exactly cooperate today) so please… read…enjoy…and please

I know sometimes I put "women" instead of "woman"…

It's a curse!

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Dis.: don't own anything but this thing I call my mind…yea…you wouldn't want to even begin to see what I have stored up there….shivers…

Booth POV

"God Damn it!" I barked in agitation as I shook my fan that had formerly been working fine before tonight. It just won't turn on again. It must be like everything else in my life and just not wanna make things easier for me.

Wow…take a step back there Booth, don't you think that was just a little too harsh? I chastise myself, and after a deep breath and one final shake, I replace the fan to its position on the floor and stalk over to my bedroom window. The window pane sticks as I forcefully jam it upwards, taking in deep gulps of what I think will be cool night are…

No.

Instead the air is muggy and thick. I breath in deeply, realize my mistake and exhale quickly. I lean out a bit, just so that I can lean on the edge of my windowsill, and look upward into the sky.

There is nothing but complete darkness, and as I lean farther out, rain begins to spatter my face. I close my eyes and soak in the refreshing water, not even thinking about it almost being three in the morning, that I haven't gotten any sleep in the past week and that my A.C is dead for good. I forget about not seeing Parker for a couple of weeks, missing his last meet of the season cause Bones and I had to work that case about the missing mother of seven.

But I can't forget about Bones. It's so perfect, it's almost like she's there, standing next to me, shaking my shoulder gently. I smile, happy to have her back with me if only for a minute.

"Booth…" she says.

My heart stops.

She's spoken in my dreams before, always telling me about anything and everything…just like in real life. But that's always been when I was asleep, and as much as I wanted to be at that moment in time, I wasn't asleep.

"Bones? Is it really you?" I ask cautiously, retracting myself from the window ledge and shaking the rain from my face.

It's really her, standing beside me in my bedroom. Dressed in her jogging shorts that end at the very beginning of those never ending legs, while her tee shirt is splashed with water stains, and her hair, moist with fresh rain, hangs in a loose bun.

"Who else would it be Booth?" she asks, unfairly testy with me.

Oh its Bones alright.

"Nothing, I just didn't think you would be the kind of woman to randomly show up in a guy's bedroom at three in the morning. Oh wait, yea you are." I answer curtly, slightly annoyed at her attitude. I turn my face back to my window, focusing on the streetlamp below.

Bones, standing dressed in only her workout clothes, stares at me and I feel a hot blush growing on my cheeks.

"Bones…you really know how to make a guy uncomfortable you know." I tell her, turning back to look at her.

She still stands beside me, her eyebrow quirked just so, and biting her thumb nail deep in concentration. But the first things I notice are her eyes…and their trained on my boxers.

Bones POV

"Bones!" He yelped as he reached down, ineffectively hiding himself behind his hands. His decorative boxers were amusing, but I was more interested in the fact that for some reason I had always assumed he would be a "tighty-whitey-till-tonitey" kind of man, as Angela had once described Hodgins.

Hmm…I suppose Booth would need a lot of room to run. I mean, he does chase after criminals all day, while Hodgins works at a station…how interesting… I thought, but as the room was too silent, I spoke.

"What Booth?" I ask him calmly. I didn't understand his overreaction at all. It is absolutely normal for the male of the species to display his sexual organs in outlandish and attention grabbing displays. Wearing boxers that said "Merry Christmas!" across the bottom fit this category. So, in all actuality, I was simply following through on my natural instincts to gauge what this male had to offer.

Besides, was he forgetting that I had already seen him naked once before?

Did wearing boxers really make him feel more indecent then being stark naked in the bath tub?

What an interesting study…I'd have to ask him about that sometime. But definitely not now.

"You don't just break into a guy's house…storm into his bedroom…then stare at his….Bones! Argh!" He ranted, snapping me out of my daze.

"I did not break in Booth. I simply used the spare key under the mat outside. After last time you'd think you would move it if you didn't want me stopping by." I told him, fiddling with the hem of my tee shirt.

That did it.

I had successfully reminded him of the bathtub incident, an incident which as of late, had been playing a crucial part in my dreams.

His cheeks blazed red, and he casually raised one hand to run through his hair in embarrassment.

But as he raised his arm, I noticed a little pink scar flex with his shoulder. His expansive bare chest was decorated with scars, some much older than others. But this one, small and eerily delicate, was the one meant for me. The scar that saved my life.

Without thinking I reached out, closing the distance between us, and traced my finger over the small line in his flesh. Suddenly I remembered it all. My eyes closed, and for the first time in almost a year I allowed it all to come back to me, and replay like a tape in my mind. It was like I could hear that terrible woman screaming his name and the sound of their guns being discharged, almost like I could feel him bleeding out through my fingers again.

"Bones…" Booth whispered his breath warm on my face. Being so close to him allowed me the ability to properly smell him. He smelled like coffee and shampoo, but also with a hinge of something I couldn't describe. But it smelled delicious. Like cinnamon almost…but huskier.

"Booth…" I whispered back, my face a few inches from his.

"Bones I think…" he mumbled, his chocolate eyes trained on my lips.

"Shh…." I told him, placing my free hand's fingertips on his cheek. My other hand left its place on his scar and laced itself through his hair. Looking up into those eyes, the eyes that had seen so much hatred and death in this world, I saw the thing I was most scared of. Love.

"Bones, there's no going back from here." He told me slowly, tracing my jaw with the tips of his fingers.

"I know." I whispered and in that second, a thousand emotions passed across his face. He smiled his coy charm smile, his eyes laughing with unbridled joy and excitement. Reaching down, he brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear, letting his fingers glide down my cheek, as if making sure I were really there.

I gently guided myself so that I was flush to his warm body, pressed against him gently.

He took this as the sign it was intended to be, and seconds later, our lips were dancing against one another, like members of rival ballets finally allowed to dance as one.

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