First attempt at a Bones story and I must warn you... I don't watch the show as often as I'd like. I don't know the characters as much either and I have no idea where Bone's and Booth's relationship has left off. Please keep that in mind while reading this OneShot...
Thank you and goodnight. :)


Surprise

Why couldn't this be easier?

That is the question.

Temperance Brennan stood outside Seeley Booth's door, waiting, listening for any sign of life inside. A microwave door slamming. A window opening.

Maybe a few curse words here and there as a certain person stubbed his toe... or what have you.

Temperance sighed and glanced at her watch. It wasn't the exact time. Then she would actually have to knock on the door instead of just standing where she was like an idiot. She lightly tapped her foot. She was bursting at the seams with impatience.

Finally, she moved forward. Only five... she looked at her watch again to make sure... ten minutes off of the actual time. She exhaled once more. Her knuckles almost reached the surface of the door when it suddenly opened. She stared at the person on the other side. She was angry with herself for being less surprising.

"Bones?" Seeley observed. "What are you -"

"Just don't," Temperance told him, moving hastily past. She headed straight for the couch. She plopped down with a huff.

Seeley raised an eyebrow. "This is a... slight... surprise." He closed the door behind him, but didn't move.

"Well, it was meant to be one hundred percent of a surprise, but you beat me to... revealing myself, I guess," Temperance explained, letting her annoyance wash off of her gradually. She looked at him. He still held a puzzled look upon his face. This time, she rolled her eyes.

Seeley moved closer to her. "But your birthday is -"

"Today, yes, I know," she finished for him. He moved a little bit more.

"And I thought that you were going to spend at least some of it with -"

"Ben and Jerry, yes, Booth. Please don't remind me."

Seeley raised both brows. "Who are these people now? Should I know abou -"

"Ben & Jerry's... it's ice cream, Booth," Temperance informed him. He immediately felt stupid. Which he hated, but could manage his hate around her. "Oh," was all he could manage to say. His manly visage was crumbled beneath Bones' comment. He felt inferior when he couldn't pinpoint where her random references to everyday things came from when thrown into one of their many conversations. He would never admit that, though.

"You of all people should get that woman indulgence, snack cramming gimmick," Temperance interrupted his thoughts. "I mean, even I of such high intelligence partake in that zombie-like feeding frenzy of sorts. And the taste bud sensation with all of the carbohydrates that automatically go to -"

"Okay, Bones, seriously? I don't need a repeat of health class. It brings back too many memories... Like the condom and banana thing," Seeley stated, walking all of the way to the sofa where he sat right next to her. "You know, with the having to slide it over the fruit and the... it being... fruit thing," he made hand gestures and then stopped once he paid more attention to her expression. Yawn with a side of 'please stop before you hurt yourself'. These were the moments Booth could make up for for feeling inferior. When she didn't understand his random references to everyday objects and things.

He folded his hands and pretended defeat.

"Anyway..." Temperance began, standing up. "I'm here, in your presence, because I was thinking I could spend my birthday with... you."

Seeley gawked at her for a moment. Though their relationship had seemed to grow stronger with each passing day, he never thought he'd hear that spill out of her mouth. She always seemed to not care about her birthday as much. And now she wanted to spend it with him? Hmmm...

"You know... I was about to go to your place. I was thinking that we could go to the Royal Diner, just like the good ol' times, but with everyone instead. Angela and -"

"No, Booth," she interrupted. "Just you."

Seeley chuckled nervously. "You... you are good at making a man feel slightly uncomfortable.."

Temperance sat back down. She put her arm around his shoulder and shook him. "Now that's odd... It' my birthday. Shouldn't I be feeling uncomfortable since I am indeed another year older?"

Seeley turned his head to find her face right next to his. She moved her hand up and let her fingers crawl into his hair.

"I've also been thinking that... we should, you know... osculate, or something." She whispered the word 'osculate' into his ear as if it were one of the Seven Deadly Sins. Or something she was told not to do.

He scrunched his eyebrows together. She sighed. "Kiss, make out, french, whatever you want to call it."

He nodded, but still kept his brows scrunched. She paused her 'stroking Booth's hair' adventure.

"I knew what that meant, Bones. I just thought that you'd want your... present first..."

Temperance thought about that for a moment. "No. I think that your lips upon mine would bring me more joy than any material possession ever could."

Seeley exhaled. Then he smiled. "Good, because it hasn't come in the mail yet."

Temperance grinned and moved in for the kill. And just before their breath mingled, senses tingled, she whispered, child-like, selfish, and curious, "What, pray tell, did you spend so much money on that it had to be sent through the mail?"

Seeley chuckled. His breath smelled like orange Tic Tacs as it caressed her nose, stronger than before. "It's a surprise... Just like you were... Just like you are."

Temperance smiled.

Why did he always know what to say, and why did she find it so... relieving and beautiful?

Those are the questions.

She leaned in more. Their mouths covered one another.

"Happy birthday, Temperance," Booth whispered before she ravished him.