She wakes the next morning, comforted by the warmth of Booth's body. A soft sigh escapes her lips before it all comes rushing back to her.
Vincent.
Broadsky.
Booth.
… Booth.
They hadn't really discussed anything before it happened, except that they had both agreed it was what they wanted.
Now she's afraid. Not afraid of taking this step, but afraid of what he will say when he wakes. What if he thinks it was a mistake? Maybe it was only because she was so emotional and upset and he wanted to comfort her.
Maybe he is still angry.
Maybe he is still angry and not ready to be with her like this, and was too caught up in the emotions of last night stop it.
This is why she hates emotion.
She closes her eyes and inhales the scent of him – the scent she'd come to associate with him - more comforting and arousing than she ever thought possible in this scenario.
(Yes… she had imagined this scenario before.)
She wasn't impervious anymore. She was strong.
If she wasn't, she wouldn't have been able to walk into his bedroom last night and allow him to see her so vulnerable, allow them to finally, finally take the next step and cross the line. Allow this to happen without a logical discussion beforehand. Allow them to make love, because yes, she knew that was exactly what it was, with so much intensity and feeling.
She's never let anyone see her so vulnerable as she was last night.
But what if he isn't ready yet?
He shifts in his sleep, and when he seems to wake enough to realize that she is there he wakes completely, eyes blinking open slowly.
He gives her a smile and reaches out for her, pulling her close and kissing her on the forehead.
"Morning, Bones," he greets, and it's almost like this is the only way it's ever been.
"Good morning," she can't help the smile that forms on her own lips.
He closes his eyes and sighs, relishing the moment, before opening them again and asking her, "You okay?"
She knows it's a reference to last night. "Yes. Better." She studies him and then asks, "You?"
He simply nods, and she's not even sure what that means. Then his eyes are closed again.
"You don't… regret anything… do you? Were you… are you ready?"
He opens an eye and looks at her, understanding.
"Bones, my date passed three weeks ago," he says simply, kissing her again and allowing his eyes to close once more.
That's all she needed to know.