Hair swooshing and hips swaying, the curvy figure walked purposefully across the beach toward the man resting by the shore; rising quickly as she approached, he appeared visibly happy to be in her presence. Her arms flowed over his shoulders as her breath blew seductively over his neck. "Why must I travel so far to be meeting man like you?" Her voice carried a strong, alluring accent.

Grinning wildly, he gently pushed her away, openly staring as the light caught her features.

"Up here!", she exclaimed in playful anger.

With a helpless shrug, he reached into his pack and pulled out a small pouch. "Bones, I've brought you something." Confidence wrapped his words like a steel blanket.

She plucked the tiny bag from his hands, excitedly pulling it open and revealing a pendant.

"Oh... Booth, you shouldn't have."

The usual teasing was gone from his voice, "Every facet lights the sky, and my heart, with your beautiful reflection."

Brennan frowned. "Uh... no. I meant you really shouldn't have. I could craft something better by accident."

For the first time, possibly ever, Booth looked hurt. His shoulders slumped slightly, the cocky, ever-present grin missing from his handsome face.

Brennan opened her mouth to speak, smiling warmly; a glowing twinkle around her eyes. "I don't think I can mend your feelings, even with the gift of my heart."

Despite the statement, her words seemed to do the trick, Booth smirked roguishly as he adjusted his pants, "Well you aren't the only gifted one."

Silence penetrated the room with palpable force as the conversation shifted to the language shared by all races of the earth.

Minutes became hours, until their passionate dialog was interrupted by lightning streaking from the cloudless sky, thunderously slamming into the lake's surface and bathing them in steam.

"Is something wrong?", Booth asked.

"No Booth, you're just off to a great start."