Disclaimer: Don't own Bones.

All right, I was a little disappointed with the lack of BB in the last episode (though could that ending have been any more adorably flirty?) Anyway, here's another one-shot celebrating the holy grail which we all seek-the BB real kiss. Enjoy! Just for fun: can anyone guess the movie Booth brought over from my very vague description of it? I love that movie, if you guess, I may just have to give you a prize!

Exclusively Hers

"Well, from an anthropological perspective that was …" Brennan's voice trailed off as she turned her head and realized he wasn't listening to her. On a sigh, she turned off the TV and DVD player and shifted sideways on the couch to study her sleeping partner.

Bending her elbow against the back of the couch, she rested her head in her hand as she gazed at him in the dim lighting of her living room. How he could have fallen asleep sitting up like that was a mystery to Brennan, but the even rise and fall of his chest told her he was sleeping fairly deeply.

Moving a little closer to him, she shifted to her knees on the couch and looked down at him. His lips were slightly parted and she found her hand hovering right over them. She had never studied him like this, deeply asleep, utterly vulnerable and with every single defense down. She touched the stress lines at the corner of one closed eye and felt everything inside her clench. The case they had closed yesterday had been so hard on him; the victim a young boy whose bones spoke of prolonged and consistent abuse. Unsurprisingly, his father had murdered him and tried to cover up the crime by burning the body. During the interrogation, she had been able to taste her partner's rage, it had been a living entity that wanted to lash out and crush the monster sitting across the table from them. Even after he had gotten a confession, Booth had still looked haunted and she had felt so helpless, cursing her inability to say the right thing.

Today when she saw him at lunch, Brennan could tell he had not gotten a good night's sleep and she had asked him to pass by with a movie tonight because she had been desperate to see him relax. She had made it clear that she wanted something humorous and he had brought a very amusing movie about a clever army sergeant coasting through his post at a small army base, embroiled in one scheme after another.

She hoped his falling asleep meant that he had finally been able to relax; she hoped this had been the right thing to do. Brennan was so at a loss when it came to comforting others, yet she was desperate to comfort him.

Booth, she thought, skimming the tips of her fingers across the planes of his face as if he were made of spun glass. Please, don't hurt.

Whatever chemical reactions were triggered by his mere presence, she no longer cared to speculate on. Because it didn't matter and she didn't care. Whatever it was that made her feel like this, like he was the only thing that mattered; whatever the reason, she had come to accept it without question.

Looking down at him, it struck her just how much she wanted to hug him, kiss him, touch him. It was almost surreal, but she wanted to absorb his despair through her fingertips and soothe away his pain with her lips. He wasn't really hers to comfort, but she no longer cared about that either. Maybe it was the thought or maybe it was the fact that she was so tired of fighting it, but Brennan placed her knees on either side of him and straddled her partner. Making sure to kept her weight off him, she hesitantly placed her hands on his shoulders and softly brushed her lips over his.

Keeping her eyes open, she placed tiny kisses at the corners of his eyes and mouth before settling softly on his lips again. Her heart was pounding madly as she wondered how long it would take him to wake up and what he would say once he did.

His lips opened sweetly under hers, and she closed her eyes as her tongue slipped inside and touched his tentatively. The taste of him electrified her. Oh god, how had this one man changed everything for her?

They were so different and yet none of that mattered when she was with him. Because being with him was damn near perfect and now she knew that kissing him was absolutely perfect. Brennan opened her eyes again and froze, her tongue still inside his mouth, as he looked at her with dazed brown eyes.

Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up. Booth chanted the words inside his mind, even as something was rousing him to full consciousness. He tried to fight it, desperate to absorb every second of her lips on him.

So damn real, he thought, opening sleepy eyes and waking up to the feel of those soft lips and the fragrant curtain of her hair surrounding him.

He blinked once, twice, wondering if he was still in the dream. His hands automatically moved to cup her hips and she felt solid under his hands. Experimentally, Booth stroked her tongue with his own, and she made a little sound he had never heard in any of his dreams. It registered that her hands were gripping his shoulders and it felt real. Was it? Had he really woken up or was he still asleep?

His hands tightened unconsciously on her hips as he broke away from her lips.

"Bones?" His voice was husky with sleep and arousal as he asked, "Are you real?" Oh god, oh god, please don't let this be a dream.

"Real?" she frowned, confused, running one hand from his shoulder to stroke his cheek. "Of course I'm real, how could I not be?"

"Because I could still be asleep and this could just be a dream."

"You dream about me?" Her voice was full of wonder and his heart was pounding crazily as the reality started to sink in.

"Every damn day," he confessed, pressing his hands against her back. "Kiss me again, please."

Now both her hands tangled in his hair and she lowered her full weight unto his lap, the length of her torso pressed firmly against his. "Are you trying to ascertain the likelihood that you are, in fact, not asleep?"

"No," he smiled, cupping one hand around the back of her neck. "I just want you to kiss me again."

She closed the slight distance between them, but stopped with a slight frown, right before settling her lips over his. "Was it wrong for me to kiss you while you were still asleep?"

"What?" His mind was slightly clouded and his lips were practically tingling and all he wanted was to just taste her, but she was asking him a question that made no sense; it would never be wrong for her to kiss him.

"Well, you were in a vulnerable position," she explained, her fingers massaging his scalp gently. "And you looked really peaceful and it was like I couldn't even stop myself, but that's really no excuse because I still kissed you without your permission."

Booth was now certain that this was definitely not a dream, because only real Bones would argue with him while he was desperate to kiss her again.

"God, I don't care, Bones, believe me, you can …" his voice trailed off and his eyes went wide. "You couldn't stop yourself?" Booth knew he was grinning foolishly but he didn't care.

"That's what you are focusing on?"

"Heck yeah," he breathed excitedly. "That's the only thing that matters." Unable to help himself, Booth leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. "Now, are you going to kiss me or not?"

"Yes," she answered earnestly, before finally kissing him. His mouth immediately opened for her and he kissed her back with all the passion he'd been restraining for so many goddamn years.

"Booth," she gasped, peppering frenzied kisses over his face. "I can't not kiss you anymore."

"Bones," he whispered, holding her face between his hands, the vulnerability of her words nearly making him tremble. "Listen, you can kiss me whenever, wherever." Leaning his forehead against hers, he stroked his thumbs in soothing circles against her silky skin.

"Always," he promised. "God, Bones, that right has been yours for years, okay?"

"Mine?" she whispered in a tiny voice that made him wrap his arms around her and bury his face in her hair.

"Oh, yeah," Booth confirmed, he had always been hers and now she finally knew it. "Exclusively yours."

Hers, she thought, wrapping her arms around him as well and trailing her lips along his neck in wonder. Hers to kiss and hers to comfort. Always.

p.s. I'm sure you've noticed posting frequency is down. But there's a little thing called finals to deal with! Now, because I love you all so much, I'm still going to try and post a little over the next few weeks :) Do you love me? :)

p.p.s. Any particular preference as to which story gets updated next? -Breaking all the Rules is already being updated soon, so don't bother with that one :)