Razztaztic has a picture of Booth and Brennan dancing on her tumblr account that I thought was very inspirational. This is a very short story being told from Booth's point of view.

I definitely don't own Bones.

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There are two things I know about Bones and me that are absolutely true. I can't sing and she can't dance. The funny thing is I know I can't sing, but Bones doesn't know she can't dance.

Oh she's very enthusiastic and she gives it all she has, but dancing is not something she does well. Still, I love to watch her dance. There's something wonderful about the look she gets on her face while she's dancing. When she first starts to dance, she concentrates. I mean you can see the gears moving in her head. She's thinking about her next move and the move after that. She starts to make these calculated dance moves and then after awhile, she just relaxes. She starts to move with more abandon, more joy and then she's bopping all over the place, all arms and legs and pure joy. She only dances like that when we're home and we don't have an audience. Dancing in our home is magic. It's pure joy. The only other person to ever have seen her dance like that besides me is Sweets. I don't think he understood the magic he was seeing, but I did.

I love it.

Then there's the way she dances when she's in a romantic mood. It's so funny, but she tells me all of the time that I'm the romantic one. She doesn't consider herself romantic at all and yet when she's in my arms and we're dancing she changes. She holds onto me like there isn't anyone else in the room. The way she puts her arms around my neck and looks at me or when she wraps her arms around my chest and just rests her head on my shoulder, I just know she only wants to be with me. The truth be told, when we dance like that, I fall in love with her just a little bit harder. It's the quiet way she moves with me. The peace we have holding each other as we sway to the music. She makes me feel like I'm the most important person in the world.

I really love it.

Sometimes we dance together in a kind of a physical way. She likes to move her hips against mine and man , I like to grind my hips against hers. She smiles and watches our bodies touch and it's almost like having sex on the dance floor. I tell her that she's dangerous when she dances like that, but she tells me she doesn't understand. I think she does. I think she knows exactly what she's doing and she knows that kind of dancing works me up. Still, it's a lot of fun to stand on the dance floor, moving against each other, watching the sexy look she has on her face. The way she glances down where our hips touch, it kind of makes me shiver just thinking about it.

God I love it.

Sometimes we dance with our little girl at home. We'll turn on the stereo and I'll hold Christine and Bones will dance around us. Christine will laugh and stare at us like we're nuts. Bones will lean towards us and then away from us and kick up her legs and then just laugh and laugh. She's so happy when she dances with us that it makes my heart ache. Sometimes I just move a little bit with Christine in my arms and watch Bones dance around us like she's a pagan dancing before a statue. She's so happy that she makes me and Christine happy.

God I really love that.

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I know this was really short, but I hope you liked it anyways. It's just something I needed to write. It's been simmering in my head for several days now. Let me know what you think of it. Thanks.