AN: In this one shot, BB are already in a romantic relationship. Thanks again to CalleighAryn for her mad beta'ing skills!

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"I believe that's Quercus alba," Brennan told Booth, pointing to a tree beside the deserted forest trail where they strolled hand in hand. She walked towards it to get a better look. "It's beautiful." She took a seat beneath its leafy branches.

Booth glanced at the tree for a few seconds before he sat down next to her. "It's nice, but not half as beautiful as you are." He flashed her a brilliant smile and kissed her cheek. "So what's Quercus alba in English? Something white?"

She smiled as she turned to face him. "White oak. I'm impressed that you know that, Booth."

Booth's chest swelled with pride. "I took a year of Latin in high school." He failed to mention that his high school had required it, or that it had been one of his worst subjects. If only he'd known that twenty years later he'd be using it to impress the love of his life, he would have tried a lot harder. "Amo, amas, amat, amamus, amatis, amant," he chanted, drudging up the verb forms from some distant corner of his brain. "I love, you love, he/she/it loves, we love, you all love, they love." A flash of inspiration struck. "Hey, what's the Latin word for 'you'?"

"The form depends on how the word is used in a sentence," she explained in her professorial tone. "It would be 'tu' for a subject, 'tui' for possession, 'tibi' for an indirect object, or 'te' for a direct object or the object of certain prepositions."

Booth felt as if his brain was drowning in quicksand. "Yeah. Okay….So which one would I use for the sentence 'I love you'?"

"In that sentence, 'you' is a direct object, so you'd use 'te.'"

"Te amo, Bones," he said with a kiss. "Now I can tell you that I love you in two languages."

"I can say it in ten," she teased, kissing him longer and harder.

"Ten? Wow," he panted when she released his lips. "Will the brilliant Professor Brennan teach me?"

"Alright. We'll start with Romance languages."

He wrapped his arms around her waist. "I like the sound of that."

She laughed softly. "Romance languages are languages derived from Latin."

"Oh." Hoping to redeem himself, he asked: "Spanish is a Romance language, right?"

Brennan nodded. "In Spanish, you could say te amo, the same as Latin, or te quiero, which is more commonly used."

"Te quiero then." His mouth found hers once more. "So now I'm up to three languages."

"Ready for a fourth?"

"Bring it on, Bones."

Her brow wrinkled in confusion. "Bring what on?"

Booth grinned. He had always thought that her pop culture ignorance was one of her most endearing traits. "It means that I'm ready."

"Very well. 'I love you' in Italian is similar to Spanish and Latin; it's ti amo."

"Ti amo," he repeated, kissing her again.

"And in French, it's Je t'aime."

"JE T'AIME," Booth repeated in an exaggerated French accent he had heard used in movies. He leaned towards her for another kiss, but stopped when she burst out laughing. "What?"

"Why did you say it like that?"

"That's my French accent."

"That's not a French accent. You should try it again."

"Jeesh, Bones, you're so demanding," he joked.

"You said that you wanted me to teach you," she said seriously.

"You're right; I'll try again." He repeated the phrase and waited for her reaction. "How was that?"

"Better. Almost perfect."

"I'll try it one more time then. Je t'aime. Did I get it right?"

"Close enough." She grabbed his shirt, pulling him to her for a very long, very French kiss. When it ended, she took a few moments to refill her lungs. "Those… are all the… Romance languages… I know. We can do German next. It's ich liebe dich."

"Ich liebe dich," Booth repeated. No longer content with her mouth alone, he kissed his way down her throat until he was stopped by the edges of her low cut shirt.

Brennan pushed him away just long enough to take her shirt off. "Wo ai ni… is… Mandarin… Chinese."

"Wo ai ni," he echoed. He slid her bra straps down her shoulders and closed his mouth over her right breast, his tongue skillfully stroking her nipple.

"Oh God, Boooooooth…"

He pulled his mouth away to speak. "That was English," he teased. "Don't you owe me a few more languages, Professor Brennan?"

She slipped her fingers under the waistband of his boxers and smiled at his surprised gasp. "Class is over."

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