AN: I don't know what is with all of my short chapters today, but I want to apologize for not updating sooner. And I'm sorry for making this so short, it just kinda turned out that way.

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Well this chapter holds the phrase Amor Et Melle Et Felle Est Fecundissmismus which means Love is rich with both honey and venom.

And again I apologize for not updating sooner, but I told myself I said self. Write

and I did

So there you go

Brennan sat on her couch, twirling her fingers together nervously as she watched Booth fix their morning coffee.

He turned and looked over his shoulder "Babe, what's wrong?" he asked, pouring the dark brown liquid into two mugs.

"I'm just thinking," she said quietly, staring at her entwined fingers.

He placed the mugs in front of them and turned towards her "Uh-oh," he said playfully, brushing her hair away from her face "Tell me what's wrong."

"It's just," she started, looking up towards the ceiling momentarily, and then back to her hands "It's just that I've been thinking about love."

"What about it?" Booth asked gently, stroking her hair lovingly.

"I'm wondering if it really lasts as long as everyone always says," Brennan said, glancing towards him.

"Do you not…?" He asked, his heart beating wildly in fear.

"No no," Brennan said shaking her head "I love you, that hasn't changed but I was wondering, if it will always be that way."

"Babe, what made you think about this?" Booth asked, running his fingers down the nape of her neck.

"Too much time, and my life seeming just a little too perfect," Brennan said jokingly.

"Well, look at it this way," Booth said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder "If people didn't think, and pay attention to things like this when it seems a little too perfect, then they don't go blindly further into that relationship and they won't fuck it up."

"But no matter what it will be mildly fucked up," Brennan said "It always is."

"How so?" Booth asked.

"Amor et melle et felle est fecundissmismus," Brennan said simply.

"Ok, if that has any sort of relevance, which I'm sure it does, I will need a translation," Booth said squeezing her shoulder.

"It means love is rich with both honey and venom," Brennan clarified.

"That is true," Booth said "Yes, one moment we can be making love constantly and acting like that one couple that everyone is disgusted with, and then the next moment we could want to kill each other, but the part that keeps us together, is us over coming that moment of homicidal thoughts."

Brennan laughed "Nice explanation."

"Well," Booth said shrugging and leaning back against the back of the couch "It's true."

Brennan nodded "I guess," she said, leaning back into his arm.

Booth strengthened his grip and pulled her towards him, kissing her passionately, and pulling her into his lap.

"You don't need to worry Bones," he said, running his fingertips over her cheek lightly "If we go slow, we won't make large mistakes that can't be fixed."

"You can't promise that," she said plainly.

"Yes I can," Booth said, leaning forward and handing her mug to her "Coffee?" he asked.

She smiled and took the mug in her hands "Thank you," she said "For everything."

"No problem," Booth said, running his hand along her back comfortingly.