Maluku and Afghanistan for a year. Who was she kidding? How was she supposed to live without him for a full year? As it was now, she could barely make it an afternoon without seeing him, touching him, or inhaling his Boothy scent. One day, she had one day left before she had to board her plane with Miss Wick. One day to make the life altering change that he had asked for on the steps in front of the Hoover. Could she do it? Was she ready to stop denying what she knew in her bones that she felt? Was she capable of giving him the kind of love he deserved?
A million questions and even fewer answers swirled in her head as her hand rose to knock on his door. She had never felt this nervous, scared, and anxious in her life. It was a now or never moment, but she knew that in her metaphorical heart she could never let him go off into a hostile war zone without telling him how she felt and how much he meant to her. It made no difference to her that it was four a.m. She had to tell him now, or never. Two knocks on the door was met with no reply from within. Convinced that he was asleep and didn't hear her, she took her key and inserted it into the locks. With a twist of the doorknob, she entered his dark apartment and only then did she consider what she was about to do.
A sudden boldness filled her mind and her body. Slowly, she made her way to his bedroom door, dropping articles of clothing along the way. By the time she entered his room, she was left standing in her bra and panties. Booth had explained how sex should be an expression of love, not the fulfillment of biological urges. She planned to show him everything.
She made her way to his side of the bed and knelt beside him, gently touching his exposed shoulder with her fingertips. Bolts of electricity flowed up her arm and settled at her core, leaving her with no doubt that she was doing the right thing. Booth sighed in his sleep from the contact.
"Booth." She whispered as her fingers drew a path along the curve of his neck to his cheek where she cupped his jaw.
Startled, Booth's eyes flew open. Slowly, his mind reconciled two facts, one Bones was in his bedroom in the middle of the night and two, practically naked. His heart pounded in his chest at what it all meant. He brought his eyes level with Bones'.
"Bones, what are you doing?" She gave her head a nervous shake and laid her hand on his torso, drawing strength from the heat of his body.
"Do you love me?" She bravely asked. After everything that had happened between them at the Hoover and in the sad weeks following, Bones didn't recall those words ever leaving his lips. Sometimes it took her longer than everyone else to understand things that were implied. Finally, she understood everything.
"Yeah, do you want me to prove it to you?" Her heart leapt and she nodded her head with a smile. Booth grabbed her hand from his stomach and Bones made the short climb to his bed and settled above him before lowering her lips to his.
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