She woke up with her head pressed against his warm chest. The rise and fall of his chest with his breathing soothed her. Sunlight was creeping in from the crack between the curtain and the wall. Yeah, this wasn't bad.
Come to think of it, everything she did with Booth wasn't bad.
Flashbacks hit her now. The time Booth had nearly married Hannah and chickened out last minute. The time he'd taken her and Parker to a nice Italian restaurant and Parker had gotten spaghetti sauce all over his face. The time they'd went out for ice cream. How he always kissed her so softly and always left her wanting more. The time she'd made him kiss her roughly and things had gone too far; he'd almost had her convinced to marry him. Oh god, the backrubs that always left her feeling so great. The scent of him, which she inhaled greedily. Then, the strangest of the memories, the time it was pouring down rain, she didn't want to leave, and he cuddled her. They'd watched a couple movies and hugged each other for warmth. That was the closest she'd come to putting her brain on autopilot. The closest she'd ever felt to him.
Suddenly, she felt Booth stirring. "Good morning Bones," he mumbled.
"Good morning," she grumbled back, trying to get impossibly closer to his warmth.
"Cold?"
She nodded against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her tighter.
"You know this is part of the reason I want to marry you?"
"Hm?"
"Waking up every morning to this. It'd be great Bones."
"I know it would be," she whispered.
He felt hope surge through his veins. "Why won't you marry me?"
"I really don't know Booth…I guess I'm just afraid of being tied down…"
"So it's not that you don't love me?"
"No, it's not that. I love you very much."
"Then what is it? What's so wrong with me? Anything Bones, I'll do it. I'll change. Just ask."
"This isn't…"
"Just ask."
"Can I have a backrub?"
"Sure, anything for you Bones," he kissed her lightly and adjusted so he could give her a massage. He put enough pressure on her back to really soothe her muscles. He made sure he hit the area between her shoulder blades extra hard earning moans from her.
She was thinking, trying to force herself out of admitting her love for him right there on the spot. She was trying to make herself not ask the question she wanted to ask most. She realized quickly she couldn't stop herself. "Booth?" she called out timidly.
"What Bones?"
"I kinda…I have to ask you something. Well I have to tell you something."
"What is it Bones?"
"Don't give up on me. Please don't give up on me."
"That's not what you needed to tell me."
"And I want to marry you Booth."
