"Wait, did you just say you've never been kissed before?" Booth pulled back from their kiss to look her in the eye. Brennan turned and moved away.

"Never been kissed. Never dated anyone either." Brennan blushed out of embarrassment.

"Bren, it's okay. That doesn't matter to me. I was just curious," he pulled her back to him.

Brennan smiled at him and kissed him lightly. "Do you mind if I ask about your previous relationships?"

"Uh, what do you want to know?" Booth thought it was an interesting question but he had nothing to hide. He'd answer whatever she wanted to know.

"I don't know, really. Just maybe who they were or why it ended," she offered.

"Okay well there was Jessica in preschool. She kissed me in the coat closet and I thought she had cooties so that ended that one…" He chuckled.

"Booth, I mean girlfriends that mattered." Brennan laughed with him.

"I thought you didn't like titles?"

Brennan had her rationalizing look on her face. "You do. To me, we are dating. To you, I am your girlfriend."

"Okay, okay well there was Melissa in 10th grade. She was my first kiss. She slobbered on me worse than a dog. That was the end of that."

Brennan looked worried. "You broke up with her because she was a bad kisser?"

Booth kissed her, deep and long.

"You have nothing to worry about. I promise. But then there was Kelly. She was just a summer fling. She was visiting her grandparents. They owned the hockey rink I played at and she was working there for the summer. It had to end. Neither one of us had a choice. Then there was Rachel. She cheated on me with my best friend. That ended both relationships. Let's see…after that was Nikki. Nikki moved away at the end of 11th grade. We tried to make it work over the summer. She moved to Vermont. Long distant relationships at that age never work….and then…there's you," he finished.

Brennan took a minute to take it all in. "Is four, five if you include me, girlfriends a lot of girlfriends?"

Booth shrugged. "I know guys that go through girls by the month. Honestly, I really don't think five is all that bad."

"Okay," she said. She kissed him. "I like this," she whispered onto his lips.

"Mmm, me too."

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Two weeks later, Booth and Brennan were working on homework in the library together. They would occasionally steal glances from each other and smile when they locked eyes.

Booth leaned over to see what she was working on. He saw that she was just doodling. Flowers. All over her paper.

"What are you doing, Bren?"

"Nothing." She slammed her notebook shut and Booth smiled wide.

"Are you doodling?"

She had a confused look on her face. "I'm not entirely sure what that means."

"Doodle. Ya know, just randomly drawing for no reason. Whatcha drawing?" He kept leaning over her shoulder and tried to pry open her notebook.

"Booth!"

"Shhhhh, Bren, hush!" Booth mock whispered. "We're in the library."

"Fine, I'll show you what I doobled if you knock it off."

"Bren, its doodled. And I promise I'll stop."

She relented and opened her notebook. Drawings of daffodils and daisies covered the page.

"Wow, Bren. You're good. I didn't know you could draw."

She nodded. "This is the only thing I can draw. My favorites. After my mom…after I was put in my first foster home, this was the only thing, besides homework, that kept me from dwelling on what happened."

Booth didn't say anything. He wasn't sure what to say.

"Why daffodils and daisies?"

"Daffodils were my mom's favorite and daisies are just so friendly." She smiled up at him. Booth took a mental note and stored away this new information for a crappy day when she needed a pick-me-up.

"Guess what?" Booth prompted.

"Um…you finished your homework?" Brennan guessed.

"No. The doctor said I can practice with the team! I can't actually do much besides throw and hand the ball off but it's better than nothing!"

"Good! You've been quite pathetic about practice and games since you were injured."

"I'm offended, Bren. I'm not pathetic. Just incredibly depressed…except I can't really say that."

"Why not?"

"'Cuz I've got you. And you make everything better," he said, leaning in for a kiss.

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A/N: I just want to apologize for another short chapter. I should be able to crank out a pretty decent one for tomorrow though. I finished my forensics paper. It's over facial reproduction; I think Angela would be pretty proud. Lol but now I should have more time to write and get some longer chapters out there for you loyal readers. I want to thank jsiebert and kira66 for their awesome, fantabulistic ideas for the story. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! :) And as always, let me know what you guys think!