First of all, I'm so, so, SO sorry for not updating this story for over a month. I've been very busy with college and when I had time I ended up updating my other one. This story was supposed to be way longer, but I was trying to keep it going while the episodes were airing, and since now the season is already over, I think the best idea is to end it. I hate leaving things unfinished. It wasn't how I firstly intended to end it, but I liked how it turned out…


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Brennan was staring at the blank page opened on her computer. She'd been in the same position for over one hour already. She opened it with the excuse to write a new chapter of her book, but she knew that she wouldn't write anything. Her mind was far away from Kathy and Andy.

She had left the bar the day before without even saying goodbye to Booth. She was scared. She was confused. She was drunk. A part of her went to bed wishing she would wake up and realize the last night was just a crazy dream and it didn't happen, but the headache she had the morning after was enough proof that things did happen. Tequila never failed in remembering her about what she's done.

So what if they kissed? It's not like they've never did that before… she tried to convince herself it was nothing. But it was obviously something. She could still remember the good feeling that filled her body while their lips were together. She had kissed a lot of men in the journey of her life, but she never experienced something like that before. It already had surprised her when they kissed for the first time, under the same influence of tequila. That was mainly the reason why they didn't end up in bed that night. The reactions he made to her body scared her. She knew that sexual attraction was something that happened due to a chemistry reaction inside the human body, but what he made her feel was something she couldn't explain rationally, so, she just decided it was the best to stay away from him. Spending the night with him would probably be a mistake.

But now, six years later, seemed that things got even worse. Brennan wasn't sure if she liked what she was feeling. She was worried about him all the time. She wanted to be with him all the time. She wanted to see him happy. She got to the point where her happiness depended on his happiness. When did she allow herself to lose in someone like that? She couldn't stand the idea of him being happy with another woman. She supposed that was what people felt when they said they were jealous, if jealous meant you feel your heart being crushed every time you saw them together and you want to take off the smile of the damn marine biologist hitting her face with your right fist.

Thinking about all that things together, she came to the conclusion she loved him. But that was wrong. It couldn't be right. They were so different. Booth was a hopeless romantic, he believe in fairytales and everlasting love, but life showed her that all love relationships were doomed to end in a bad way.

Could she survive without him?

They had an amazing relationship as friends, she didn't want to jeopardize that taking it to the next level, but she knew things would never be the same between them anymore. A lot had been said, a lot had been done.

So… should she take the risk? Would he want to take the risk? Maybe it was too late. Maybe he had already moved on. Maybe he would be happier with Catherine. Maybe she should just leave his life…

A knock on the door startled her. She looked at the clock on the edge of her monitor. There was only one person that would go to her house at midnight without calling her before to ask if it was okay.

Brennan felt a knot on her stomach. She took longer than necessary to reach the door.

"Hi." Booth opened a weak smile. He hadn't seen her that day, nor did he call her.

"Hi." She greeted him back.

They were both uncomfortable and both hated it. Brennan took a step back to open the door so he could step in.

"You didn't call me today." Brennan finally said. She missed talking to him.

"I wasn't sure if you wanted to talk to me." He admitted. "But then I was at home and I couldn't sleep. I realized I couldn't end the day without talking to you."

Brennan looked down at the floor.

"About last night…" He started.

"We can pretend it never happened…" She cut him off. They could do that, they did it after the first time they kissed. They didn't talk about it again till Sweets made them.

She wanted so desperately to not lose him.

"No, we can't." Booth raised his face to look at her. "I don't want to."

"But… Catherine…"

"We only went out a couple of times, Bones." He sighed.

"She gave you that tie… you made a social contract…"

He smiled and looked at her tenderly.

"I realized I've already made a lot of social contracts with another someone… someone who means a lot more for me. A whole lot more." He took a step closer to her. "I remembered a little pig named Jasper. And a Brainy Smurf. A certain cocky belt buckle…"

Booth brushed her face with his fingers.

"Also, I remembered the many times she saved my life. And the many times I saved hers. I got to the conclusion that those actions are contracts much more important than a stupid tie."

"That tie was really stupid." Brennan agreed.

Booth laughed.

"Catherine is beautiful, she's very smart and she's funny." Brennan frowned hearing those words and looked down again. Booth lifted her chin with his thumb. "But she doesn't annoy me. We don't bicker. She doesn't drive me crazy. She doesn't mock my religion." Brennan bit her lower lip. "She doesn't mess up popular sayings. She doesn't squint when she's thinking about something she doesn't comprehend yet. She doesn't ask me to give her a gun or let her drive every single opportunity she gets. She doesn't work nonstop till she finds out the truth and brings justice for the world. She doesn't kick someone's ass when she thinks they deserve it. She can't sing "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" better than Cyndi Lauper. She can't play the guitar. She can't fix my back when it hurts. She doesn't make my heart warm with every smile she gives me. She doesn't keep me awake at night wondering if she's okay and if she's getting enough sleep. I don't want her to be the mother of my children. I don't want to spend the next 30, 40, 50 years with her. I can't see heaven every time I look at her eyes. I-"

He was unable to continue when Brennan captured his lips with hers. It was just as passionate as their first kiss, but at the same time, as emotional as their kiss after they left Sweet's office. They didn't care about the stupid invisible line they drew years ago. They didn't try to find a reason to not be together. They just tried to express with their lips what they were feeling.

They didn't know how long they stood there, just losing themselves in each other's arms and enjoying that moment that took so long to arrive.

"What was that for?" Booth smirked when they finally stopped the kiss and leaned his forehead on hers.

"Well… today I had time to think, evaluate and analyze all the things I've been feeling lately and I came to the conclusion…" She looked up and locked her eyes with his. "That I'm in love with you."

Booth opened his mouth to talk, but once again she silenced him.

"I know I didn't believe in love and I thought I would never be able to open my heart. But you did it, Booth. You've been opening it since we first met. Slowly and patiently, you've been entering it. And I didn't realize it until it was impossible to take you out of it. I don't want you take you out of it. I don't want you to move on. Only the thought of you out of my life scares me." She took a deep breath. "I love you. There it is." She opened a smile. "It isn't that hard to say, is it? I love you."

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear those words from you." He wiped the tears from her eyes. "And the waiting was worth every second." He kissed her softly on the lips. "I love you, Bones. I love you so much."

They kissed again, desperately and tenderly, trying to make up for all those years they lost running away from their feelings.

"Are you still anxious to try page 187?" He smirked at her after a long make out session.

Brennan mirrowed his smile and whispered on his ear. "Very much."

THE END


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So… what did you think?

Sorry if you were expecting smut, but I don't write smut. I like it better when things are left implied. At least for me, it makes things sweeter. And also… what goes on between them… it should just be theirs. ;)

Thank you so much for reading this! I had a lot of fun writing and I hope you also had at least a little bit reading it. :)