Do we actually have to add the Disclaimer, we all know that Booth and Brennan and all characters do not belong to any of the writers on this site.

Now this idea came to me and I thought I will try it out, let me know what you think.

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It has been two month, sixty days, two full moons, and another sixty nights. How else would she count the endless empty nights? Too long since she had had sex, No, scratch that; too long since she had made love. She hooked up with Booth a year ago and since then he had offered her his love, his soul and his body that can accomplish mind blowing feelings and then ten months later he stopped. After a long week vacation and them going at it like bunnies, he abruptly stopped.

She sat at the counter in her kitchen watching him prepare breakfast like he always did on weekends, steeling glances at him; he looked fine, his muscles moving under his rough bare torso. What is it Booth? She asked in her mind, every so often these days she found herself gong crazy with hundred questions in her mind, wanting to voice out her enquiries, but always nothing came out, like something or someone was holding her back. Maybe she was just afraid of the answers that booth might offer back.

She felt loved, everything he did for her, the way he took care of her, their lunch dates, dinners, dancing cuddling all of it but he just would not have sex with her. She saw it once or twice, the look of lust in his eyes and she thought that he would break and this dry era will be over, but he held himself and went back to his parched spell.

Booth made sure that nothing changed; he would tell her he loved her every night and every morning, hold her hand and rub her fingers with his whenever they were out and about, but just when they reach home, he would entangle himself and busy himself. She stood surprised watching him follow a soccer game on the television. Booth never watched soccer, let alone following a game for two Middle Eastern teams. As soon as she sat next him, he rattled on about the players, the game strategy and the teams aspirations.

Booth stopped her every time she brought up Iraq, why is he now giving her the full history of soccer in Iraq, encouraging the other team using words of a language, out of the seven languages she spoke, this one was not one of them. How did he get this game on TV anyway, it is not like ESPN played it on. As if he heard her thoughts, he turned and told her "this is Al Jazeerah Sports. They show games from all over the world, isn't it cool". "Ok" she said to him, leaving him to his game, she placed her laptop on her laps, turned it on and drifted in her thoughts.

Something was off with him, she wished she was better with people, to figure him out, a reminder icon popped on her screen, Sunday was her first anniversary with Booth, the day they broke all the walls between them, the day they defied the laws of physics, she didn't know what to do with this information, would she buy him a gift? Would she throw them a party or go out on a date? She just couldn't figure out what is the appropriate action for this kind of ceremony. The only person she would talk to about these things is Booth, and now she cannot. She had to settle for her second choice Angela.

"Booth, are you coming to bed" she yawned.

"In a minute babe" he waved his arm telling her to stop blocking the TV.

As soon as she passed through, he tugged her palm and looked at her with his dark brown eyes " I love you" he pleaded.

"Uh huh… me too Booth"

Tomorrow she would speak to Angela and plan the perfect anniversary for them both, she thought to herself as got into bed.