Chapter 5: Make This Go On Forever

His brain drifted into the conscious thought long before he realized that he was awake. He lay there, peaceful, resting for just a few minutes longer. He knew his alarm would be ringing eventually, and more than likely very soon. So he lay still and enjoyed the peaceful moments of the beginning of the day, as always, willing for life to give him just a few more minutes of peacefulness. With the alarm chaos would rain down on him, his life would roar into its annoying redundancy. With the thought of chaos her face floated to the surface, the image shimmered as if on water.

There was movement next to him and his brain struggled to grasp this new information without opening his eyes. He dismissed it for a moment and then the events of the night before rolled across his eyes. Like a thunderstorm rolling across a field, the night roared back to him; flashing scenes of a naked Temperance, of her lips on his, of their bodies joining, of the passion.

He lifted his eyelids very slowly, almost expecting her to run off if he made a sudden movement. She was curled next to him on the floor of her office. A horribly inadequate blanket was spread across their naked forms, his feet stuck out the bottom, and they wiggled at him when he looked in that direction. He lifted himself up on one elbow, looking over her sleeping form.

She felt the cold on her back as his body left hers and moved backwards, her body unconsciously seeking his warmth and touch. She rolled onto her back under him, and he watched her for a moment. She slowly seemed to become aware and after a few minutes she cracked open an eyelid to look up at him, eventually they were two eyes and a smile.

"Morning." He said softly and played gently with her hair. His fingers ran across her chin and down her throat to her naked chest. His hand slipped around her waist and he collapsed his body on to hers very gently. His lips descended and closed the distance to cover hers. Her body responded and lifted to press against his, as he arms wrapped around his body.

They kissed, deeply, passionate for several minutes, hands moving across delicate features, bodies moving in an elegant dance of sensuality and passion. Their lips parted and both were left breathing heavily. They hung in place, transfixed by each other, amazed by life.

Bones maneuvered out from underneath Booth and stood up, reaching for her clothes. She dressed and then moved away from him, and sat in a chair. Booth looked at her questioningly. He didn't speak and waited for her, eventually she looked directly at him.

"Nothing can change." She said in a soft but commanding tone.

"What do you mean?" Booth said and sat up; he leaned against her couch, eyeing her quizzically.

"I'm still your partner Booth. I do not want our lives to change. I don't want a different FBI partner. I don't want to give up what we are doing. I don't want .." She explained in a slightly aggravated tone of voice. She began to rush the words; she felt that she needed to say them of the world would destabilize and be shaken loose of its foundation.

"Bones! Bones, relax." Booths said holding up his hands. "I don't want anything to change either. I don't expect you to suddenly become Susie home maker; in fact I'd hate it just as much as you would."

"Susie ..what?"

"Don't worry about it. Look I don't want to have another partner Bones. I want you; I just want a little bit more of you now."

"A little bit more..?"

"Yes." He said as he reached out for her. He caught her hand and pulled her to him, she sat next to him and he draped the blanket across them. "I want to be able to kiss you, to undress you. I want to take you to dinner. I want to listen to you sleeping every night."

"What if this doesn't work? Relationships in a confined working environment can become complicated. Strained working conditions, tension, poor desire to work."

"We already have a tense and strained working relationship."

"That is not what I meant."

"I know." Booth kissed the top of her head as she rested it on his shoulder. "It's alright Bones. There is no one in the world that will ever compare to you. Everyone is second best and you know me, I like only the best."

"I'm not a possession." She objected. Booth lifted his hands and held her face between them. He kissed her lips gently.

"No." He said softly and looked deeply into her eyes before kissing her again gently. She melted into his arms and they became and entangled mess of limps again. Her clothes were off again in minutes. Bodies slid against each other in a sensual play, waves of passion and excitement rolled over them. His hands explored all of her darkest and most secret places, just as hers did.

Their movements became hurried and passionate. Louder they called to the heavens and the office echoed their cries of love. They spent themselves together and as they lay, drifting just above another blissfully comfortable sleep, she turned her head and kissed him gently.

"Yours." He whispered against her lips.

"Yours." She returned with a soft smile. His face echoed the smile and they drifted into peacefulness.

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"Hey Sweetie." Angela said a she answered her cell phone. She expected to hear Temperance on the other line but was surprised when the voice that erupted from the phone was male. She scrunched up her face, "Booth?"

"Yeah. I need a favor from you."

"Is everything okay?"

"Other than being locked in here again, it's actually really good. Now can you do me this favor? You have to promise not to tell Bones." His voice was hushed and Angela hard a hard time hearing him.

"I can do that, now what's this favor?"

"Do you know Bones's favorite flower?"

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"Booth we just spent two days together." Brennan said into her phone as she stepped off her elevator towards her apartment. She was pulling her keys from her pocket as she held her cell phone to her ear. She smiled as he made a comment about forgetting what the small of her back looked like and that it was important that he see it and remember it.

"I have things to get done. I will see you tomorrow." She said in a definitive way but didn't hang up the phone. He argued his point with more conviction as she turned the key in the lock of her door and pushed it open. She was assaulted by the familiar smell and as her eyes adjusted she found that her apartment was filled with flowers.

Her mouth fell open and her hands fell to her sides. She wandered into her apartment and stared, amazed. She could hear Booth calling to her on her cell phone's speaker and she lifted it back to her ear. She was wordless, could not make her mind process or think of words to say.

"I.." She stammered and turned around, looking at all of the flowers. Her eyes landed on the door and there he stood. He was leaning on the door frame, cell phone at his ear, a coy smile on his lips. She still couldn't think of anything to say, all she could see was the flowers, she was astounded.

Booth moved across her apartment, his coy smile changing to one of smug accomplishment. "Speechless?"

"You?" she breathed her words.

"Like it?" He asked as he stood in front of her. Here wide eyes focused on him. Her mouth moved and when no words escaped he laughed. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply. Kissed her like he loved her. Kissed her they way they do in sappy romantic movies. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back.

"Happy Valentine's Day Temperance."

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a/n- all done. I let them get very sappy but I couldn't help it. I needed a sappy story. I hope you all enjoyed it. Thank you for every review.