Written for bitesize_bones 'what if' meme; prompt: Booth/Brennan - The Death of The Queen Bee - What if the stars hadn't fallen from the ceiling during their slow dance (not catching the killer until later) and B&B accidentally "walk through that door" that they opened during ep 100, as Booth put it, when they have another one of their moments?

Sometimes it only takes one dance

They rocked to the sound of Seal, on the dimly lit dance floor, swaying slowly from side to side.

"This is nice," Booth heard her muffled voice saying to his ear. He smiled.

"Yeah. It is nice."

He couldn't help but feel a tingle of sadness in him, as he thought that even though he had her in his arms he couldn't really have her. Maybe he could change her mind, maybe he could spend his life trying and never succeed and deep inside he knew it would always hurt him to think of the things they could have had and didn't. Because she didn't think she was worthy.

She pulled away slightly from him, enough to look at his face and he could see it. His face turned into a frown of confusion when he saw the tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

"What's wrong, Bones?"

"I… do you think… I guess I changed my mind, Booth."

"Changed your mind?"

"About us. I guess I want to give it a try. Give us a chance. How can I state something for sure if I don't have enough data to sustain it?"

"What… what do you mean, Bones?"

"I mean, I've never had a long-termed relationship how can I state I can't do it based simply on my opinion on that? I need empirical proof."

Booth chuckled, softly. Once again, she was rationalizing something she shouldn't. He knew that deep inside she wanted to do it as much as he did.

"You don't need proof, Bones. Just feel it."

She looked confused. Scared and confused and for a second she even looked a bit like a little lost child, afraid she'd never find her parents again. He desperately wanted to hold her and never let her go away. So he did it. Booth pulled her tenderly into his arms again, brushing his hands through her hair.

"And now?" she asked.

"Now you kiss me. I kissed you last time, it's your turn."

Brennan looked at him with a lopsided grin and stopped dramatically, looking back at him.

"You know, when I was a teenager I've always wanted to dance with a boy and be kissed by the sound of Kiss From a Rose."

"It's too bad if you miss this opportunity, isn't it?" Now he was the one with a lopsided smile. A smile that turned into grin when her face moved closed to his and their lips touched in a soft kiss, their mouths opening almost in sync to meet each other's tongue.

Yes, she could get used to this. She definitely could get used to this.

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