-Chapter Two-

There was more, alright. The body of this poor woman had nearly been hallowed from the inside out. There was nothing left of her, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for the decapitating body that was sitting on my examination table. However, soon the investigation came to an end, and the killer was proudly put behind bars. Booth and I said goodbye to Georgia, as scary as that feeling was.

"You alright, Bones?" Booth asked me as he walked me out of the hotel, his hand on that protective spot on my back.

"Fine, Booth, thank you." I smiled. When, in reality, I was questioning what life would be like when we got to the Jeffersonian. As much as I wanted to tell Angela about what had happened over the time here, I didn't at the same time. I wanted to keep it safe with me, in case things were supposed to go back to normal once we got back to Washington.

We boarded our plane fine, and the moment we were in our seats and settled in, Booth rested his chair back and fell into a quite sleep. He had been up late these past couple nights, and he deserved the sleep, but I didn't want him to sleep. I wanted to ask him what was happening between us. It didn't make sense to me. The feeling of love was one that I didn't quite understand, but the feeling of desire and need, now that I understood perfectly fine, and that's how I felt with Booth.

Ever since the night that he and I had performed sexual intercourse, sex as Booth would call it, it seemed like my whole world flipped upside down. My work life wasn't the same anymore because Booth was around. The gentle touches that used to be nothing more than alpha male protectiveness were now setting fire to the pit of my stomach, and I was greatly confused. But, I couldn't let Booth see my resentment. If anything, he might take it further than I am willing to go and…well, I've never been one for hurting people, especially Booth. He was my partner in crime, no pun intended, and he was my best friend. Even Angela and I's relationship couldn't compare to whatever it is I share with Booth.

Attraction…My inner woman wants to tell me, but my scientific brain wants to negotiate otherwise. Booth's soft snores were soothing, and I couldn't help but turn my head and smile at him. We still had an hour and a half worth of a flight, so, I figured I might as well relax too. I set my chair back the same way Booth had and turned on my side, my usual sleeping position, and pulled my legs up against the side of the plane. Quietly, I leaned my head on Booth's shoulder and closed my eyes.

-Booth-

Vanilla and warmth was all I could smell, but I didn't mind because I knew that smell, and I was familiar with that smell and…and that smell was, was close. I opened my eyes gently, and saw a sleeping Bones on my shoulder, her hand gripping slightly at my shirt, nearly protectively. My right arm, which was lying underneath her chest, could feel her heart beat. I took a deep breath. Temperance Brennan was sleeping on my shoulder, her chest was so close to my hand. My mind raced back.

The night we had sex was one of the best nights of my life. Brennan had told me that I had one more chance. Just one more chance to prove to her how much I loved her, and, as I do believe, I did just that. But, ever since then, something had been different between us. Not a bad different, just…different than what I was used to. She would sneak me away for a couple seconds just to kiss me, or touch my chest differently. Suddenly, my world revolved around her motions. I was no longer Booth to her, I was Seeley. Something I wasn't quite used to, but I liked it. She would always and forever be Bones. It was the name I adorned her with but, now it sounded different. Every time I whispered it in her ear, it was like an alternative way of saying I love you, because I wasn't too sure she was ready for that much.

"Booth," She whispered her voice still thick with sleep from her nap.

"Yeah," I cleared my throat, trying to gain my concisions thoughts back.

"Your heart rate accelerated, I was concerned." I looked down to see that she had moved, her head was now gently on my chest, her lovely curls sprawled all over my shirt. I took a deep breath.

"Just thinking, Bones. Go back to sleep." I whispered as I leaned in a kissed her hair gently. It wasn't an uncommon gesture for me to do. She sighed for a second, and I knew that sigh. It was the kind of sigh that had a smile attached to it. God, I loved her smile.

"Booth," Her sweet voice whispered again. "It happened again," She said, and this time she raised her head and smiled at me. Bones was smart and she knew her biology, but, did she know the science behind romance?

"Bones," I said, stoking her soft, incredibly luscious hair. "I think it's time we talk." I sighed, and she sat up a little bit, but her hands never left my chest. There was a hint of confusion in her eyes, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to break this wall with her, and risk everything crashing down on me. I sighed and thought about this for a second. My whole history with Bones and where we've come so far, and I knew what I had to do. I just had to do it….

"Booth, is everything okay?" She asked me. "You seem distraught, and if it's because of me, I am terribly sorry. If all these acts of sexual intercourse-"

"Love, Bones." I whispered. She stopped her ranting for a second to look at me.

"What," She asked, confused. I looked down at her and saw what I need to see in her eyes to get me to break.

"It's not just sex with us, Bones. It's past that point," My speech was getting hurried. "You know that for a fact. We're connecting together, moving with each other, and it's no longer sex at that point." I took his face in my hands and pressed my forehead to mine. She pressed her lips to mine, and I could tell she understood where I was, but was she ready?

"Bones," I whispered, pulling away from her lovely lips for a moment. She looked at me, those deep blues staring into my soul. "I love you."