Tears, Comfort and Love

by LiveFearlessly

When Booth shows up at Brennans apartment late at night claiming he had just witnessed a death, he seeks comfort. The kind of comfort depends entirely on her...My first M story so it is not written very well...Will this push lead them to love?

3. Definitions and Silent Realizations

Afterwards, I laid on my stomach, half on the bed and half on Booth. His arm rubbed up and down the column of my back.

"Can you," I paused, "can you explain to me what love is?"
"I thought you knew? I thought you thought it was a delusion brought on by-"
"I don't want the scientific definition, I want your definition. Please?"

"Well...its different for everyone really but basically, love is the smile brought to your face by the sight of that person; love is the tears that fall when you feel you lost that person; love is the anger built up inside when that person upsets you but not giving up; love is desire to want to be with hat person every second of the day. When you love someone, you are willing to do anything for that person and when you feel safe when you're around that person. That feeling that you get when you meet someone new and they are a new kind of feeling for you, they bring something to your relationship that nobody else ever could for you. When you are able to just lay in bed with that person doing nothing but talking and sex doesn't feel like just sex anymore, it feels like more, thats love Bones."

I was speechless because not only did what he just explained make my heart beat fast and almost bring tears to my eyes because it was the most beautiful thing I ever heard, but what he had just described, the definition that he had just given me described every feeling I get when I am around him. Every part of that speech was true when it came to Booth. I loved Booth and the proof was the fact that I never let a man hold me after sex before and the fact that the last hour or two we had spent together didn't feel like just anything; it felt like more, way more than that.

"Why do you ask?" He asked, our eyes connecting.
"No reason. I just love listening to you." I wasn't about to tell him I thought I loved him until I was sure that it was the right thing to do.

He smiled, leaned up making our lips meet again. Even after all of the previous kissing that had taken place, the more recent kisses never lacked in passion. We made love once more that night before falling asleep wrapped up in each others arms. The best sleep I ever had in my whole life by far.