"That's the prom I never got to go."

These words simply couldn't leave his mind. They had just returned from arresting Julie; and while he had wanted to return to the motel, his partner had asked him to go back to the party.
Booth hadn't declined her wish, he'd do anything for her and to make her happy.
Even though he had to do something that hurt him, like holding her close to his body while dancing to a slow song.
Very close.
Her arms were wrapped around him, her chin was on his shoulder. Just like before. Slowly he let his hands travel down, making them move from her shoulder blades to the small of her back. And then to her waist.
"Is that okay?" he asked shyly. He would never touch her somewhere she didn't want him to touch.
"If it's okay for you?" Temperance whispered back. "But yes, for me it's very okay. It feels quite good, actually ..."
"We should stop drinking cocktails," Booth mumbled. Her smell made him go crazy, this weird mixture between her sweet shampoo and her natural earthy smell. She didn't use perfume and he was glad about it. He loved her smell. Just like everything about her.
"Why? It's a party and we don't have to drive ..."
"Yes ... but ... it makes me want to do more than just dancing with you ..."
Booth regretted what he said as soon as Bones pulled away gently. She looked at him and then she said something that made his heart skip a beat.
"Maybe we should just give in."
"Wh-what?" Booth stuttered, looking at his partner in shock.
"Well - we would certainly harmonise well in bed."
"Oh no. No. I mean yes, we would, but-" he took a breath, "it would kill me. I told you what I feel for you and I know that those feelings aren't mutual. If you would agree about a one night stand without feelings ... No. I can't, Bones. I'm sorry."
Her gentle smile almost killed him. "It's okay," she said and placed her head on his shoulder again. "It's nice the way it is. I'm enjoying my prom. I just thought ... you know, if was a real prom, you'd have to take me on your back seat later."
"If it was your real prom, Bones, they would have snuck alcohol into the punch and you would be a virgin."
"True," his partner mumbled. "I sometimes imagine what would have happened if I had said yes to Andy..."
"That Andy over there? I'm glad you didn't. I can't see you and him dancing like we are dancing right now. I don't even want to imagine." Booth shook his head. "Or kissing you or sleeping with you - good God, can we talk about something else?"
Bones chuckled again, the deep, silent chuckle he loved so much. He continued travelling his hands over her back.
"How was your prom?" Bones suddenly asked and Booth grimaced.
"Really? You want to talk about my prom?"
"Well, yes," Bones mumbled. She had her eyes closed, it made his caress even better.
"I went with one of the cheerleaders, Sophia Miller. She wasn't the prettiest of the cheerleaders but she was better than nothing. And I ... I took her virginity on the backseat of my car."
Bones laughed about the cliché. "You were quite the player, weren't you? I'm glad we weren't at the same school. You would have hated me, made fun of me. Called me Morticia."
Booth's heart clenched as he realised that she was absolutely right.
He had seen her high school photo and of course now he thought she was cute (he had already thought about printing of out to carry it inside his wallet, because he loved it so much) but he knew that 18 year old Seeley Booth would have made her life a hell. He tightened the hug and Bones gasped.
"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I know you had a terrible time as teenager. I'm so sorry."
"Well, it's not your fault," Temperance replied gently.
"Your foster parents locked you inside the trunk of a car for two days. You were bullied -"
"I was also locked inside toilet cabins by classmates, once they pushed me into a locker, accused me of having sex with Mr Buxley and once they spilled some fake blood over me and called me Carrie. I still don't know what that means, since nothing like that has ever happened to my classmate Carrie."
"I hope for you it was fake blood, 'cause if you've seen Carrie -"
"I don't know what that means, Booth. I don't think -"
"Forget it," Booth said and placed his right hand on the back of her head protectively. "Other people who went through the same stuff as you would have ended their lives ..."
"I knew that someone would benefit from my intelligence one day, I couldn't have killed myself just that easily. And now look at me, I'm smart, I'm beautiful, I changed some lives a bit ..."
"A lot," Booth said and brought his hands back on her shoulders. "You changed my life so much and I'm forever thankful for it."
"Likewise," Bones replied. All of a sudden her heart race had sped up and there was a strange feeling inside her stomach. She knew he loved her and she also knew she didn't return those feelings (at least she thought so), but why did all of this feel so right? Being held by him, talking about her teenage years with him?
Looking at him and noticing that his eyes were softer than ever before?
"Bones ..."
"Shhh," she mumbled and leaned in. "It feels right, please don't destroy it ..."
And she placed her lips on his gently.
Slowly they moved their lips together, innocently and without deepening it.
Until Booth pulled away. "Bones. Last time I kissed you, you said you had to protect me from yourself."
"But now I've changed my mind. We should at least try."
"No trying, because what if it won't work? I couldn't work with you anymore if we fucked that up." He sighed.
"Well, I could," Bones replied, "but I understand why you couldn't."
"Yes. I don't want to try because I know that I'm the one for you. No trying until you're ready."
"I don't understand -"
"I already told you." He avoided her eyes. "I'm the one for you. And you're the one for me. But you haven't realised that yet and until you haven't, I don't want to try being with you. Because trying always goes wrong and that's why I don't want to try. I love you and I know we don't need to try. Cause, as you said, the thing between us feels good. I agree but at least I know why it feels good."
Now he looked directly at her. Her eyes were full with tears again.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to make you -"
And her lips landed on his again, just for a second, but it was enough to keep him from talking.
"I think I'm ready ..."
"Are you kidding? Only last week you pushed me away."
"Because I was scared! I've never been loved like this before," a small blush crept on her cheeks, "and I was scared that I would ruin it. Or worse, enjoy it, fall in love and get my heart broken."
"I would never break your heart," Booth said gently and brought his lips to her temple, kissed it. "I love you, Temperance."
Bones closed her eyes and smiled. Her heart always jumped when he said her name. "Let's finish the dance and then - let's go back. Let's sleep and talk about it tomorrow. Okay?"
"Okay."
For a few minutes they didn't say a word, they just continued dancing.
And as the song ended, they pulled apart.
Bones went to Mr Buxley to wish him a good night, promising him to let him hear from her one day. Also Booth said goodbye to him, that man was still creepy but fact was, he wasn't a murderer. He had helped Bones through high school and he had helped them tonight. He was a good guy.
"Treat her like she deserves it," the janitor said to him through gritted teeth and Booth promised him to do that.
They also said goodbye to Becky, Carrie and even Andy. Booth clenched his fists as Andy's dirty look wandered down (his!) Bones' body, like he was undressing her with his eyes.
"See you soon, Temperance," he said and hugged her, his hands placed way too deep. "And remember, if that thing between you and your husband -"
"Get lost, scumbag," Booth bellowed and pulled Bones back. "We could have left without saying goodbye, so don't think too much of it. She's my wife and we love each other very much. So if you ever try to just contact her, I'll -"
"That's enough, let's go!" Bones shouted and placed herself between the two men. She pressed her hands on Booth's chest, pushing him back and towards the exit. She was smiling at him. "Your alpha male behaviour is hot as hell ..."
"Of course, for a hot as hell woman ..." Booth whispered and leaned in. He kissed her forehead and then they left the gym together.
Booth called a taxi and soon they waited in silence.
Until Bones turned to him. "So, what are we going to do now?"
"Go to bed, as you said. Talk about it tomorrow."
"Okay," Bones whispered and leaned against him. "If we had gone to the same school, would you've been interested in girls like Sarah, Evelyn and Julie?"
"I guess so," Booth admitted. "That's why I'm glad we met later. You're far more interesting than those popular girls ever were and seriously, you're more beautiful than them."
Bones blushed again. "In your eyes I am, of course."
"No, you really are." Booth wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
"I'm glad you changed your taste in women. Even though I did notice that both Rebecca and Tessa were blonde."
"But that thing between Tessa and me wasn't serious," Booth said. "And don't you dare saying I prefer blondes, or do I have to remind you of Cam?"
"That's something else, Cam is from another ethnic group and couldn't be a natural blonde."
"I don't understand your logic," Booth said carefully, "but also Rebecca isn't a natural blonde."
That made Bones smile. "Was Sophia a natural blonde?"
"Sophia? Oh - my prom date. She was ginger."
"Interesting," Bones said and took his hand, just as a taxi stopped in front of them. Booth fast forward to open the door for his partner. She thanked him and got inside, Booth following.
And as soon as the driver had started the car, Bones wrapped her arms around the agent, pulled him close and made their lips collide again.

Also in the elevator they couldn't leave their hands off each other. Still their kiss and their touches were shy, Booth didn't dare to touch more than her back and shoulders, while Bones' hands were caressing his chest. Their kiss hadn't deepened so far, both were scared that they weren't ready for that step. But as Booth wanted to say good night in front of Bones' room, she slung her arms around him.
"Come in with me. Please. Please, Booth."
Booth didn't reply for a while. He just looked at her.
"Just to talk. Please."
Booth kept looking at her but he nodded. And Bones pulled him inside.

Soon they had cuddled up on her bed. They were only talking, as promised.
Booth had carefully asked her about other things she had gone through during her teenage years and he was shocked about how the love of his life had suffered.
She talked about her horrible foster father, who had slapped her ass whenever he had gotten the chance to, and her foster mother, who had called her fat and ugly and had locked her into her room every day after five in the evening, so she couldn't sneak downstairs to get some food.
"You weren't fat," Booth mumbled. "And even if, what the hell? You're perfect the way you are. And were. And you weren't ugly, never."
"I know," Bones replied. "I don't know why she thought so. Maybe because my foster father touched my ass more often than hers."
"I don't want to hear that," Booth groaned. "Did he - did he touch you somewhere else?"
"I thought you didn't want to hear that," Bones laughed. "But no. Besides - besides once. He grabbed -"
"No," Booth said quickly. "If you tell me, I need to seek him and kill him."
"Then I won't tell you," Bones said and closed her eyes. She couldn't deny it felt wonderful, just lying in his arms and talking. And his alpha male behaviour concerning her safety - why did it feel so good?
"I'm so thankful you became the woman you are now, despite all the things that have happened to you," Booth whispered into her ear before he kissed her earlobe gently.
Bones let out a soft moan. "Booth ..."
"Yes?"
"Have you changed your mind about sleeping with me tonight?"
Booth pulled back and looking at her. "I want to. Really. I would be stupid if I didn't want to. But baby, I can't. You don't want me and sleeping with you while knowing you don't want me would kill me."
"What if we slept with each other and you didn't want me anymore afterwards?" Bones considered.
"You really think so? Cause I don't. I will always want you," Booth chuckled.
"Actually, I don't think so either. I'm too good in bed. But what if the spark you like to believe in will be missing for you?"
"The spark is already there," Booth said. "At least for me. I feel it very well."
"Then let's sleep with each other," Bones reasoned. "If it feels right, we can continue having an affair until I'm ready for a relationship."
"Wait - You think you'll be ready for a relationship one day?" Booth's heartbeat sped up.
"Yes ... I think so. Of course I can never be sure but we've been partners for five years now and we're still friends. In fact, you are the longest relationship I've ever had, so I think we ... we could be a couple. I really think it would work out, but I also think that the problem is with me. You know how long my longest real relationship lasted?"
Booth wanted to jump with happiness as she said that it could work. "No, how long?"
Bones grimaced. "About five months? I'm talking about Pete, the guy I was with before we officially started working together."
"The guy who broke your television?"
Bones laughed loudly. "That's all you remember of him? Yes, but actually I broke it. He wanted to steal it in the middle of the night and I hit it with a baseball bat. Remember?"
"I think I do," Booth replied. "And also I remember that you didn't get a TV for like two years after that incident."
"It was actually quite refreshing," Bones said with a shrug. "But that wasn't what we were talking about ... where did we stop?"
"I think we stopped here," Booth said gently and placed his lips on his partner's throat.
"No," Bones moaned. "That's not where we stopped ... but please continue ..."
Booth let his hand travel down her body, finally daring to go further. At her thigh he stopped, started to play with the hem of her dress.
"You're so gorgeous," he whispered against her throat and slowly pushed his fingers under her dress. "I would never hurt you or take advantage of you ..."
"I know, Booth," Bones whispered back. "I'm the one who hurts you and takes advantage of you."
"Don't destroy it," Booth begged while planting kisses along her jaw. His hands pushed up her dress, making it possible to part her legs and place himself between them. And then he kissed her, creating a bubble for them, a little bubble of happiness, in which they could forget about their problems for a while.
Now it was just Booth and Bones, their love for each other and a night full of lust and tenderness.

... do you want a continuation and / or the missing scene? Comment! ;)