A short BA fluff piece I wrote in just a few minutes about how they didn't get together, and how they did. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Not mine!

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It didn't happen in a dramatic fashion.

There was no end of the world scenario, no death bed confession or desperate kiss as blood spilled onto the floor. There was no drunken profession of love at two in the morning, no jealousy of a new flame that sent feelings bubbling to the surface. No ripping off clothes in a frenzy to discover what was beneath, no lustful screams as they fell onto the floor by the dining room table.

There was no clichéd moment of release that sent them spiraling like in every romance novel she had ever read as a teenager and optimistic youth. There was no fanfare, no flowery declaration of undying love and devotion. They didn't need it.

No, none of those things happened. In reality, they were going over a case file in his living room and eating Chinese from that little place around the corner that she loved. It started innocently enough when they reached for their fortune cookies (he didn't believe in them; she did).

She wasn't exactly sure just how it happened. One moment, they were reading their fortunes. The next, they were kissing. It was sweet and slow, just like him, and not at all strange. They barely spoke as they left the table. When had they ever needed words?

They took their time exploring, loving, touching. There was no need to rush. After all, they had waited ten years. What was a few minutes more? They wanted to get it right.

And they did.

By the first rays of the morning sun, they were curled up in his king-size bed. He was still asleep, but she was wide awake. Everything had changed, but really nothing had. They were them. Goren and Eames. Bobby and Alex. Where one was, the other was not far away. Sex wouldn't change that. Then again, she wouldn't describe the events of the previous night as sex.

Well, technically.

It had been a culmination of a decade of waiting, wanting, denial, desperation and love. It was sex, one of the most basic and primal actions, but it was so much more than that. So much that she couldn't even describe it.

How could she describe him?

Her fingers drifted slowly through his thick curls. She had imagined this so many times since meeting him, but that was always what she thought it would be. Imaginings. How could he ever want someone like her, when he could have any woman falling at his feet?

But he chose her. And it wasn't perfect, and at moments it wasn't easy, much like their partnership. They wouldn't have a storybook kind of story, but the story they did have was theirs.

The End!

A/N: Aww... Cookies to anyone who guesses the movie that inspired this! Thanks for reading, and please review!