Digging Your Own Grave Chapter 8

Final Chapter Alert! Hey guys, this is it for this story. I apologise in advance. I am NOT happy with this story at all. That is why I am glad to have finished it. I hope you enjoy, even if I'm not happy. I am about to write something Booth/Bones that is FANTASTICO! So I leave you wanting that. Please do read and review and let me know what you think. All of your wonderful comments have kept me going. Remember that I don't own them, I'm just playing. And REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!

Two partners lay side by side, faces upturned to the ceiling, blanket pulled up to their chins. The foot wide gap between them seemed like a gaping chasm; one that came with a gravitational pull that both were attempting to fight. Both feigned sleep. Both were keenly aware of the other's presence. Both were trying to avoid a conversation.

Booth's mind was racing. He'd kissed Bones. He'd kissed Bones and not been punched in the face. Well, he'd been punched in the face but that was before he'd kissed her. He'd kissed Bones and she had sure as hell kissed him back. And it had been great. Sparks, flutters, all of that. Everything he'd expected and more. And the fact that Bones had responded…well that confused him all the more. What did it mean?

They hadn't discussed anything. The kiss had finished after some time. Hands had stayed in moderately modest places, although there had been a little grinding. And when Bones had looked up at him with those big blue eyes, a soft smile on her lips, well, Booth had wanted to kiss her all over again.

She'd given him that look; the one where he can tell she is evaluating the situation. The scared, deer in the headlights look. Before she could flee, he'd taken her hand and just given it a little squeeze. It seemed to have been enough. She was still here after all.

Booth could sense that Temperance was thinking hard on a few things. Beside him, even without looking, he could feel how tense she was. He'd bet that if he looked he would find her lying with her eyes wide open, studying the ceiling, just as he was.

Temperance Brennan didn't have her eyes open. Instead, they were fused shut, refusing to even take a peak at Booth. Not until she figured out the thoughts going through her mind. Rationally, she knew that the kiss was caused by the rush of endorphins both partners were feeling. And as she had said to Angela on her tryst with Hodgins, physical intimacy and attraction often resulted after a near death experience.

But she could not deny the fluttering she felt when Booth's lips had caressed hers. There was something beyond biological imperative there and she didn't know what it was. She was loath to consider Booth's explanation of love as reason or cause. She simply didn't believe in love. But then she could not explain her confusion, her mixed feelings. And she definitely couldn't explain away her attraction to Booth. Even his over protective nature was becoming endearing.

Bones' eyes shot open at that. Had she really just thought that? She did have to admit that it felt good knowing that Booth was there to watch out for her, to "have her back" as he put it. And the possessive hand that found its way onto her lower back whenever they walked anywhere had become so second nature that Bones noticed when he didn't do it.

Deciding that she needed to question Booth on this strange concept she turned to look at him. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be sleeping. Bones sighed. She didn't want to wake him. They would have to discuss it come morning.

Booth felt the bed shift as Bones rolled onto her side, away from him. He slowly released the breath he had been holding. He wasn't sure if it had been the right thing, pretending to sleep. But he knew that Bones was going to analyse their kiss until she had it worked out into some sort of mathematical formula. He didn't want to deal with that just then. He wanted her to sleep on it. Let the feelings settle. Let the kiss be what it was, for just one night.

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Booth woke to find his arms around a warm body. A warm body belonging to his partner. He looked down to find her nestled into his chest, her small hand splayed across his bare skin. Her leg was curled over his and he could feel the heat of her against him. He bit back a groan as he felt his cock harden. He could feel her breath brushing against him and his nipples tightened.

It was the second time in two days that he had woken to find himself wrapped up in Bones. And it was the second time that he had been unable to control his arousal. And there was no way he could untangle himself from her this time without waking her. He was about to try to escape when he felt Bones' hand move, her nails lightly scraping his chest.

"Stay, Booth." She murmured against him. Booth's breath hitched. She was awake?

"Bones…" he started, his hand caressing her shoulder, while he tried to keep his erection from pushing against her. Despite his best efforts he knew he was failing miserably.

This was only confirmed when Brennan moved her leg up, trapping him between her thigh and his stomach. Booth groaned.

"Bones." His voice was hoarse. One of his hands tangled in her hair unconsciously, while the other spread across her back, dipping under the shirt she wore.

"I have been thinking," Brennan started, her hand tracing patterns on Booth's bare chest.

"Ok." Booth managed, his breath shaky, his control faltering. "Thinking. That's something you do." He knew that he was not sounding particularly intelligent but there was the not so small issue of her thigh cutting of the messages to his…brain.

"Yes. About last night. And about your theory of love."

Booth's eyes widened at that and he looked down at her.

"Love?" he asked, not sure where this was going.

"Yes. By your definition it would appear that you are in love with me." She paused, her fingers tweaking one of his nipples. Booth struggled to keep his mind on her words.

"Is that so?"

"I believe so. You said that loving someone is wanting to be with them, to grow old with them, to protect them. If one was in love they would want to spend time doing insignificant things with the other. I think that is why you are always trying to get me to eat pie."

"I love you because I try to get you to eat pie?" Booth asked, confused.

"Yes. And because you want to protect me. And you are always coming around with food in the middle of the night. And I have seen how you look at me. Angela says it is because you want to sleep with me." Booth felt his face flame at that, but Brennan continued without noticing.

"I don't think it is just because you want to sleep with me. Obviously that is a factor. Judging by your…" she moved her leg again, causing Booth's eyes to roll back. "Erection, one would assume that you are sexually aroused by me. However, you have stated on several occasions that you don't just sleep with women. You make love. You associate sex with love. This leads me to conclude that your body's reaction only strengthens the plausibility of you being in love with me."

She stopped her clinical evaluation and Booth was silent for several minutes, trying to process her words. Finally, despite the tightness in his groin and the delightful things her fingers were doing, he managed to speak.

"And you?" he asked, softly. He was almost too scared to know.

"By your logic, then yes, I do believe I am in love with you." Booth's eyes lit up, a smile crossing his face. Bones continued. "However, I have stated that I do not believe in love. The feelings one associates with love are merely a chemical reaction. I care for you, yes. And I believe that sexual intercourse with you would be very satisfying. I would be willing, however, to concede. If you are interested, I would like to see if what I am feeling, and what you are feeling, correlate."

She looked at him expectantly. Booth felt slightly dazed. Just as Bones' eyes looked hurt, he spoke, rolling to pin her under him.

"You said you love me." he grinned, teasing her.

"Actually I stated that-" Booth cut her off with a kiss, the smile still on his lips. He allowed himself to melt into it, enjoying it in a way he hadn't allowed himself to the night before.

Brennan moaned under him, her hands tickling along his shoulders and neck until they were buried in his hair, holding him to her. Booth allowed his hands to roam her body, finally having permission to caress her breasts, her delectable skin. The feel of her beneath him, writing, hot, soft, was driving him wild. He could feel his cock straining against his sweat pants. He wanted to be inside her.

"Temperance," he whispered, his lips tracing her cheek bones. His hand held her face, looking into her eyes. He wanted to make sure that she really wanted this.

"Would I be pushing you too fast if I said I would like to take off our clothes now?" she asked, giving him a coquettish look. Booth's eyes rolled back and his hips thrust against her involuntarily.

"I think I could work with that," he smiled, pulling back. He hooked his fingers under the hem of Brennan's shirt and deftly lifted it over her head. His breath caught as he was greeted with the sight of her perfect breasts. Leaning forward he latched on to a dusky nipple, suckling it. His hand attended to the other and he quickly reduced his Bones into a writhing mass on the bed.

Smirking he pulled away, his eyes dancing as Brennan tried to pull him back to her.

"You're still overdressed," he chastised. He reached for her yoga pants, only to be intercepted by Brennan. She hastily shucked them, kicking them down her long legs. Booth chuckled, helping her. He was impassioned by her eagerness. It left no doubt in his mind that she wanted this.

Slowly moving down her body he trailed his lips over her legs, kissing her knees, licking her calves and using his hands to massage her feet. As he made his way north he felt her hands in his hair, urging him to her centre. Booth grinned, loving her urgency, but still wanting to take his time, in case this was a one time deal.

He traced his tongue over her thighs, teasing her. Brennan's hips thrust towards him. Finally relenting, Booth put his lips where she wanted them most. The taste of her on his tongue was almost enough to undo him. She was dripping. Booth devoured her, urging Brennan into oblivion.

Recovering from her intense orgasm, Bones pulled Booth up to her. She found his lips with hers and kissed him, tasting herself there. Her hands were everywhere, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles. Finally they rested on the waistband of his sweats.

"I think that you are the one who is overdressed," she murmured breathily. Booth merely nodded, his mind turning to mush as her hands caressed him through the material.

Bones pushed Booth's pants down, allowing him to help her, until both were bare. Their naked skin was pressed flush against each other. Booth's hardness was between them.

Brennan moved to return the favour that Booth had bestowed on her. Rather than lay back and enjoy it, as she had, Booth placed a gentle hand on her cheek, stopping her. She turned questioning eyes to his.

"As much as I'd love that," he started, his voice soft. "And I would," he gave her a smirk. "But I want to be inside you. And I think if you do that I might not last." He looked apologetic. Bones found his honesty very endearing. She nodded, allowing herself to take him in hand and give him a squeeze. Booth bucked against her and gave her his patented glare. Bones grinned at him.

"Not fair," Booth growled playfully. His own hand disappeared and found Brennan's clit, giving it a tweak. Brennan moaned against him.

Moving over her, Booth positioned himself. He braced himself on his hands above her, looking down onto her beautiful face. Her hair was spread across the pillow. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips swollen from his kisses. She was radiant. And she was looking up at him with those eyes. Even if she wouldn't admit it yet, Booth could see her love burning there.

With that thought warming his heart, and his partner's writhing body beneath him firing his passion, Booth sank into her wet heat and lost himself in oblivion.

Well, that's it. Hope you liked it! Let me know what you think. Got to love those happy B&B endings! Review! Make me happy. And give me the motivation to write my next story. One that will not suck as much as this one did.