Prologue

He was inside of her ramming his manhood deep and hard, his hungry lips ravaged her mouth and while one hand rested on her stomach holding her in place the other one rubbed her clitoris with the fastest strokes. She relished in the touch of his soft pale skin, feeling how his back muscles tensed and relaxed at an ever speeding pace. Temperance knew she was close to her climax and wanted both to cum at the same time so she cupped his balls on a tight grip, in response he bit her shoulder on the fading bruise, she was beginning to sense that particular area as an erogenous spot. His name resounded through her room, escaping unbidden from her lips.

Her eyes snapped open and she groaned in frustration. It was just a dream, no more not less. It had been one month, two days and seven hours since she shared that spectacular weekend with Jack but if felt like decades. The fact that Dr. Brennan had to spend every day with the man that gave her such pleasure without being able to ever be with him again was slowly drawing her mad.

They had managed to keep their impasse hidden partly because no one would ever consider them as a couple and also because they were both very good at compartmentalizing. They knew that with watchful eyes as Booth's or Angela's the slightest touch could give them away so they kept a very neat professionalism with each other, mindful that even too much distance or coldness would also be a sign, so they danced in a delicate balance of cordiality and distance. Their acting had been so successful she begun to wonder if it wasn't all in her head, maybe Jack had gotten over it the moment he stepped on the platform that fateful Monday and he just remembered it as a fun escapade, without feeling the slightest attachment towards her. if that was the case she was glad for him, for he was spared from the torture she struggled with every day.

Every morning Temperance woke up with a sexual frustration that verged on despair, it even seemed as if the weather itself was against her. Summer hadn't started and a heat wave was already pestering the city, she had to choose between a smothering humid heat of the streets and the dry coldness of the air conditioning in the lab wich irritated her airways, adding a sore throat to her heat.

She wished to let him know how much it had meant for her that he had given her pained soul a single moment of perfect happiness, the only way she found to do so was to put flowers of her small garden into a antique glass vase over her desk with the hope that whenever he went by her office he would see how much she loved his gifts and how she cared for them.

The only outlet Brennan found for her arousal was to buy lots of lingerie, she wore the most alluring and delicate outfits to go to work with the useless illusion that one day he would see what hid below her usual clothing. It was a stupid and non logical course of action but if logic had anything to do with her predicament she wouldn't be in this mess to begin with. Another hidden message was her new perfume, she bought it knowing he would like it. they had talked of so many things during that weekend that she had managed to know many of his tastes and preferences. Nonetheless he didn't seem to notice the sweet smell with tones of chocolate, vanilla and raspberry that clung to her skin.

Peace only came at dawn or dusk when she took the time to water and care for her private garden, when she could leave all the crime and darkness behind; sadly she wasn't always able to do it alone. Booth liked to come very early in the morning and bring her breakfast with a large cup of coffee. usually that would be nice but the last thing a sexually starved woman needed was to be around an attractive male that exuded sexual confidence with deep brown eyes and a charming smile. Countless times she had debated between tearing his clothes off mindless of his consent, or throw him out of her apartment so she could be left alone to dwell on how little it took to shred the life she had built over the years. Part of her knew something wrong was coming, she wasn't the kind of person that believed in premonitions or trusted her own intuition yet the tension was palpable. The air around her was getting thicker by the minute, not different from the atmosphere that preceded a powerful storm. It was only a matter of time before she collapsed, crushed by forces much stronger than her iron will.

After a small taste of what it would be like to share your life with someone else the cruel reality that followed her dream was the certainty of how lonely she actually was. The downward spiral of depressing thoughts playing in her head was interrupted when the doorbell rang; Brennan knew who it was before she opened the door. Booth stood on the doorway with a sympathetic look on his face; she had seen that look enough times to know what it meant.

-"Something tells me this is going to be one of those days"- Temperance told him sadly. The four murdered teenager's case was still unsolved and they were running out of options.

-"Good morning to you too Bones and yes, we have a complicated day ahead of us"- He said handing her the coffee and the bran muffin with blueberries he knew she loved.

-"The worse part is that I'm getting used to them"- she shrugged in defeat

-"So do I"- he said bitterly.