After Bones had succumb to the powerful intoxication of his savoured scotch, falling into a deep slumber, Booth found himself watching her. Her hair gently flowed around her face, framing the beauty that was his Bones. Swirling his scotch in his hand, Booth smiled grimly, thinking over, for the first of many times, the emotional repairing he had done that night. It pained him deeply that his Bones, felt she were never to experience love. If only she realized that she experienced it daily, unconsciously.
One day, One day she would recognize that the love she was so jealous for, was following her around with a hand on her back. He was not up to revealing this however, despite the fact that it would heal Bones from the whole of her heart, for the fear of rejection paralysed him.
What if she laughed at the suggestion of them?
She was far beyond any level he could reach. His favour with the ladies would never satisfy his Bones. She prided herself in her intelligence, and for Bones to settle for someone so beneath her intellectual was ridiculous. He knew this and it kept him up at night. Which is why he planned their days carefully in his mind each night, so that one day she would realize that 'them' was far beyond a simple match of features. They had chemistry and a connection that he recognized as the everlasting love. The love that she knew he was looking for. He was never going to screw that up.
That's why each day he held back from that lingering look, the glances to her lips. So close he gets to giving into lust each time, closer and more frequently he toyed with it. The dreams of her did not help, all that kept him going was the knowledge that one day he would know how to convince her that they were love. That one day they would be together, breaking the laws of physics and creating a world all of their own.