"Buffy, stop wriggling," Booth said in an amused tone.

"I'm sorry, I've just never done this before," the girl laughed.

"See?" Booth placed his arms around her small waist and hugged her against his chest. "There's enough space for the both of us."

They were sitting in Booth's tub which was luckily just big enough for the two of them. "Thank God, I'm so tiny," Buffy turned her head to give him a kiss.

"Yes, you are," he agreed. Without a warning, Buffy wriggled out of his touch and splashed some water on his confused face.

"What was that for?"

Buffy giggled in response. "Don't know, seemed fun to do." It took her a moment to realize that she was sitting up straight in his tub and that her breasts were out of the water and revealed.

Her soft, pink nipples hardened and she quickly covered them with her arms, a blush staining her cheeks.

Booth smiled and reached for her, kissing her softly he whispered: "Don't cover up, you're beautiful."

Buffy pressed up against him, their lips meeting again in a passionate kiss. His strong hand entwined in her damp locks as he deepened the kiss. Buffy moaned into his mouth, her small fingers stroking his chest lovingly.

"Buffy, wait," he pushed her back gently. "You have to go to school."

"Yeah, and you have to go to work."

She pressed her lips back against his, her hands entwined in his hair. She opened her smooth legs, inviting him in.

"Agent Booth, please sit down," Sweets said as he pointed to the couch in front of him. "I'm not going to do anything, what is it you want?" Booth glared at the young psychologist. "I just thought it would be wise to talk about your situation."

"Then you thought wrong." Booth stared into the window, ignoring his friend. "Please, let me listen to whatever you want to say, just for the sake of our friendship," Sweets added friendly and sat down into his chair waiting for Booth to start talking whenever he was ready.

The agent hesitated but eventually gave in, folding his arms across his chest he sighed. "What do you want to know?"

"Whatever you'd like to share with me, but let's start with Buffy if you don't mind." Booth nodded in approval. "What is it that draws you to Buffy?"

"Huh?" Booth looked surprised and tried to find the right choice of words.

"I don't know...Everything? She's different."

Sweets noticed the struggle Booth had to show his emotions so he smiled and listened carefully hoping it would secure him. "She's smart, charming, strong and -" Booth continued, looking up at the sky remembering all of their time together.

"Beautiful?"

Sweets asked and Booth turned around to look at him. "The most beautiful woman I've ever known." Sweets took some papers from the desk behind him and studied them as Booth sat down on the couch across him.

"How long have you had a relationship?"

"Almost eight months now," Booth answered, a little relieved of telling someone about it. "And does your son like her?" Sweets asked interested. "Of course, how could he not?"

"What about her friends – Family? Do they know?" For a moment Booth shifted uncomfortably at the mentioning of Buffy's family and Sweets noticed. "I think her friends are fine with it, and her mother doesn't know yet."

"You said mother. What about her father?" Sweets asked trying to sound normal but his voice had a different tone to it.

"Her parents are divorced, I suppose she doesn't see him very often," way too late Booth noticed the trap. "Aha," Sweets said and gave a know it all look.

"What 'aha'?" Booth asked in annoyance. "Well, I think it's pretty clear," Sweets said and continued when Booth kept glaring at him.

"Let me put it like this, Buffy has lost a certain 'father figure' and she tries to make up for it by having a relationship with an older man."

"What do you mean by that? That she's using me?" Booth already regretted talking to the young psychologist. "No, I don't mean it like that. She obviously has very strong feelings towards you, I'm sure, but -"

"But what?"

"I think that you should ask yourself if this is wise to continue, you should think about her future and maybe take a step back." Sweets didn't mean to ruin Booth's happiness, but he knew it was his job to show him the consequences.

"You know what?" Booth said standing up and heading for the door. "I hate psychology."

Booth came home that evening to find Buffy already in his apartment. He had walked in and just closed the door when he heard her voice coming out of the kitchen. She was busy talking to someone on the phone and didn't even hear him come in.

"No, Giles, I can't come tonight."

Giles? Booth thought the name sounded familiar. Wasn't it the librarian from Buffy's school?

"I promise, I'll do it tomorrow." Buffy said and Booth listened carefully. "Don't be ridiculous of course I'm not distracted. Yes – I'll see you tomorrow night, bye."

She hung up and and turned around in chock to find Booth staring at her. "What was that about?"

"N – nothing," Buffy mumbled, her brain not able to form a thought. "That was no one."

"Don't lie to me Buffy, I know it was your librarian and what business does he have with you at night?" Booth looked angry and hurt, and Buffy couldn't come up with a descent enough lie to calm him down.

"I'm sorry...I have to go," she said quietly and ran past him to grab her schoolbag from the couch. "Don't you even care to explain this to me?"

He followed her to the living room, blocking her way to the door. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.

"I – I can't - "

"You can't or you won't?"

She tried to ran past him again but the grabbed her bag and it fell to the ground when they had both pulled at it. Books and notes landed on the ground, along with a stake.

Buffy gasped when Booth bend down to pick up her books. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have -"

He stood back up slowly, with the stake clutched in his hand, his eyes searching for an explanation. "What's this?"

Buffy sighed, running a hand through her hair. There was no hiding any more, no way out.

"I have to tell you something."

"Then do it, Buffy. I thought we were going to be honest with each other."

Buffy sighed and finally felt the courage to tell him. She told him everything, about the day she became a Slayer, when she staked her first vampire. She told him about Giles being her Watcher, her friends helping her patrol at night. The Master, Faith, her mother finding out, everything.

She wanted him to know the truth; the real her.

When Buffy was done telling her story, she waited for his reaction. Her nerves were killing her as the room got silent. Booth had already sat down on a chair with his hand running through his hair.

"Buffy," he started, finally looking up at her. "You know I can't just assume you're telling the truth."

"Well, how do you think I felt when I first heard there were demons and vampires running around killing people, let alone that I was destined to fight them?"

"Vampires, Buffy? Vampires and demons don't exist."

"Don't do that," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "Don't act like I'm crazy. How many times have you had a case you couldn't solve? How many times has a person been found dead under unbelievable circumstances? You know strange things have always been happening around the world, it's just that no one wants to admit it."

When he kept staring at the ground and didn't respond, Buffy nodded and swallowed thickly. "You can deny it if you want. You can forget everything I just told you." She picked her bag up and was about to leave. "But I don't have that luxury."

Before she knew it he had grabbed her arm, his eyes locking with hers. And she knew it was okay, that he understood.

"I believe you," he said.

Her arms flew around his neck as he held her by the waist. She sobbed softly into his neck, and he kissed her hair gently.

"I believe you, Buffy. And I'm not going anywhere."

"Thank you."

Sorry for taking so long to finish this chapter, but it's finally here.

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