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Seeley Booth had to admit to himself, even it was just to himself, underneath the cop exterior, he was a giant softie. A giant softie that was having increasingly frequent dreams involving his partner. A giant softie that was having increasingly frequent, increasingly bizarre dreams about his partner.

He hated the psychology behind dreams almost as much as she hated it period. Booth knew there was a deeper meaning encoded in each dream that subconscious produced one with. Decrypting the message, however, was next to impossible sometimes. Others, it could be clear as a bell. Most, nowadays, he wished and tried to deny.

Tonight's was no different.

Booth found himself standing off to the side of what could only be described as a masquerade party. Knowing the steps of which this particular story told, he gazed over the ballroom, eyes landing on one soft brunette on the far east wall. He felt his heart skip three beats as his mind recognized the face, but his character sought her as a new beauty.

Her cool blue eyes met his, connecting on a deeper level than either could ever imagine possible. They slowly and discreetly made their way towards each other around the large, circle shaped room. The pair disappeared behind the large drape that was there. Simply staring into one another's eyes, nothing could've felt more right in that moment.

"It's impolite to stare, stranger." her soft voice spoke.

"Then maybe you'll allow me the meeting of our lips." Booth tried to lean into his temptress, but she retreated.

"What makes you think that you can get away with your lips meeting mine in a kiss when you haven't the decency or time to court me?" she backed up even further, a smile playing on her lips.

Booth followed her closely, "If we are all made by the same God, and God has made each of us connected in some shape or reason, then shouldn't your lips be my lips, and mine yours?" he asked before he took the plunge and pressed his mouth into her own silky one.

She gasped as she pulled back, "God forgive us, we have sinned!" she hissed quietly, hiding her delight.

"Then God please let me have my sin again." Booth stated truthfully as he brought his lips to hers once again.

*******

"Father? Heavenly Father, where are you?" Booth's voice echoed excitedly throughout the large church.

"Over here, young Seeley." Father Keenan called to his visitor while tending to the medicinal herbs he'd just picked.

"I request that you could perform a ceremony today." He announced happily and out of breath.

"What kind of ceremony, child? And what happened to your eyes? You look as though you haven't slept all night. Crying for Miss Rebecca again?" Father Keenan recalled the way Booth was so torn up about the loss of his previous love Rebecca.

"No, Father. The most wonderful thing has happened. I've fallen in love anew. I request that you marry me and Miss Temperance…today." he perched on the chair at the workbench where Father Keenan was working.

"Son, what be wrong with you?! Just yesterday you were wallowing in Miss Rebecca's wake, saying that you would never fall in love again. Now you're here today, saying how much you want to be married to the Brennan girl…it just proves that men fall in love with their eyes and not their hearts." Father Keenan broke off in a rant.

"Father, what I felt for Rebecca means nothing compared to what I feel for Temperance. She's beautiful, warm, and kind-hearted. All I can ask of you is if you'll do this for us." Booth was next to groveling.

Father sighed, "This is the Brennan girl? The same family whose yours is sworn enemies with?"

Booth gritted his teeth, "If only I could cut these ties that bond me to my wretched name. I'd take any other in an instant if only to be in her presence for a minute." his hands wound into fists.

He seemed to believe Booth, that this was the real thing. "When is she coming?"

Booth looked elated, "Soon, she said she'd be here by nine."

"Then go prepare." he stated simply.

Booth scooted out to get cleaned up.

*******

The wedding took place without a sound. No church bells rang in the square of the tiny, claustrophobic town, nor did spectators gather around the front door. The church, in the eyes of the people, was relatively quiet.

After the private ceremony, each spoke not a word, nor would speak a word, about what had taken place. They would go on about their separate days until tonight where he would sneak to her bedroom window outside her parent's mansion.

Booth joined up in the square with his friends; Jack and Wendell, who were being harassed by one of their rivals. Jared, the cousin of his new wife, had a big mouth without the courage to stand up for himself. Sure, he was handy with a sword, and rightfully so, but would never own a woman's love because of his outlandishness.

"You want to fight? I'll give you a damned fight!" Jack drew his sword and held it at the ready, challenging his contested opponent.

"I refuse to go easy on you, Hodgins. You enter this fight, it's to the death." Jared only let the sun gleam off the inch of his sword that he'd unsheathed.

"Jack, don't bother, he's not worth the effort." Booth tried to talk him out of the crazy idea.

"He has a point, Jack." Wendell piqued in.

"I won't stand for his insults to us any longer because he has the audacity to think he's better than us." the wild-eyed bearded man turned his attention back to the swordsman and said, "I accept."

Jared pulled out the forged steel out of it's velvet-lined vice, "You've chosen your fate."

Metal clashed as crowds of spectators began to surround, itching to watch the fight. Jack was good, no doubt, but Jared's footwork was better as he bested him several times before landing what would be considered the final blow. Jack took it to the shoulder, one of the more painful places to hit.

"Not so high on your horse, now, are you?" Jared said quietly as he wiped the blood from his sword with a rag.

Wendell dragged Jack away from the scene of the fight, taking his pulse as he went. Booth stood up in place of his fallen friend.

"Is this a game to you? Taking another's life with no consideration to them?!" he hollered.

"Nothing about this is amusing to me, Seeley. He chose to accept, and he paid the consequences. It's as simple as that." Jared explained like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Seeley…" Wendell came over to him, slightly at a loss for breath. "He's dead."

Booth's teeth clenched together in a fit of rage, drawing his own sword. "Murderer, show yourself for who you truly are."

"Don't end up like your friend, Seeley. You're no match for me and you know it." Jared scoffed playfully.

"Unlike you, I have morals, and I can't let you get away with murder without even trying to fight you."

"If you wish." Jared sighed, happy to take down two of his family's enemies in one day.

Once again, the spectators grew around the fight like moths to flames. The heavy clashing of scraping of the swords coming together, separating, and banging together again could be heard for miles around without a doubt. In the end, it all came down to a single stab to the stomach.

Jared fell, slowly bleeding out of his newfound wound.

Darkness was on the horizon. There wasn't a doubt in Booth's mind that he would be persecuted for the crime he'd just committed, but none of that mattered to him at the moment.

He had other things on his mind much more worth worrying about.

*******

"I know, sweetheart, it's a difficult thing to process." her mother tried to soothe her.

Temperance Brennan's mother sat by her side, stroking her back lightly as she wept for who her mother assumed was her cousin Jared's death. To say the least, she could care less about her blood relative at the moment. She was more worried about the fact that Booth was out there, alone, being the one who killed him.

Brennan, to be frank, despised her cousin and was glad he was wiped from God's Earth. The only person she cared about was his killer. Booth would no doubt be slowed up by the impromptu battle to the death he'd encountered with her relative out on the streets. She'd been preparing for this night all day, and was hoping her mother would leave her to go to bed soon so she could finish.

"Temperance, maybe it's time you start thinking of Count Sullivan. He's asked many times when you'll be ready to start a life with him." her mother rambled.

It twisted a knife into Brennan's heart just hearing the name of Tim Sullivan. He'd been eyeing her since they were children and she wanted nothing more than to slap that smug smile clean off his face. She often wished she were a man and could just deck him, but that would've been an odd thing to say at the dinner table.

"Mother, it's been a long day, and I think I just need to…sleep this off." she whispered quietly through her strained tears. It was nearing ten o'clock and she still had some things left to do.

"Sure, Tempe, we'll talk more in the morning." her mom gently kissed her on the forehead and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her."

'Finally' Brennan thought as she wiped away her forced tears, she was certain a flushed, crying face wasn't that attractive. She, however, could hardly know what was attractive to a man or not.

Her parent's had promised her to Count Sullivan a long time ago when she came of age, she would marry him and have a happy family with him. She dreaded the day it would happen, but it no longer had to. She was married to Seeley now, and, even in secret, she knew that she cared more about him than she ever would the arrogant Tim Sullivan.

Even now, as she brushed through her wavy brown hair and lit the candles for the most romantic night of her life, she couldn't ever imagine being in love with anyone else but Seeley Booth.

Three sharp raps on her windowpane alerted her to someone's presence, which had her jumping slightly. She turned to see Seeley out on the window sill, the light rain that had begun to fall. Brennan quickly unlatched the window and he jumped down into her bedroom, standing within mere inches of her.

Neither said a word as they stared lovingly into each other's eyes; an icy blue meeting the chocolate brown like they had the night before across the dance floor.

"You should…get out of these wet clothes…you'll catch a cold." Brennan tried to break the ice, not certain what to say in situations like these.

Booth smiled. "You're right." he undid the buttons of his shirt slowly, his eyes never leaving hers in their trance-like state. With his shirt free to be opened, Brennan broke her eyes free and looked down his smooth chest. Hesitating, she reached out to touch him, but retreated at the last second, not wanting to make a false move.

"I'm not made out of glass, I won't break. I promise." Booth took his hand in hers and rested it lightly over his chest, letting her feel the beating heart that lie beneath. Brennan's breath hitched as the shirt fell away from his shoulders, the candles in the room playing shadows on his muscles.

He brought her into his embrace, his nimble fingers playing with the buttons on the back of her nightgown. This time, Brennan didn't feel the reluctance. She slid the dress from her shoulders with ease, leaving nothing left for his imagination.

"Beautiful." he whispered so faintly, it was nearly gone with the wind. But Brennan heard it all the same.

"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder." she replied easily.

He smiled and leaned her back onto the bed, kissing her as she he slowly took his place on top of her, leaning so that his weight wouldn't crush her. They kissed for what felt like hours, tongues exploring what was now staked as their own.

After some time, Booth began to slide his pants down to his knees, looking up as her inquisitively. "Are you…?" he trails off.

"Yes, I'm ready." she whispers in his ear and wraps her arms around his neck. The only sound made after that was her soft mewl of pain as he gingerly entered her for the first time.

Something like this, Booth had heard, couldn't be rushed the first time around. They moved back and forth in a rhythm so new and sweet, but in reality was as old as time itself. Before too long, she came crying into his shoulder, her eyes tear-streaked by the onslaught of pleasure.

"I love you." she whispered.

Booth sat up in bed like a shot when he heard those three simple words resound throughout his mind. Looking at the clock, it was three in the morning. It wasn't likely that he was going to be getting back to sleep anytime soon. He crawled out into the kitchen on unsteady limbs and grabbed a bottle of water.

"There's not a chance in hell that just happened." he said to the blackened empty room, as though it were going to give him the answer of anything. He sat down and turned on the television, hoping to numb his brain of his dream.

As though life was torturing him, Romeo and Juliet was playing on the American Classic Movie channel.

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