Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own nothing here but the idea.

Author's Note: This is written from Brennan's POV.

A week later and my arm was beginning to heal nicely and my ribs were no longer sore. Reluctantly the doctor released me, and I packed up my belongings with a sense of euphoria. Never had I been so excited to get back to the motel, burnt carpets and stained comforters included.

Now I stood in the bathroom down the hall from my room. Booth had called from the hospital parking lot and I'd rushed as quick as I could to dab on some blusher and lipstick. I was disappointed that the hair covering my head wound chose to stick up, and I fought to pat it down with a damp hand before giving in. When I emerged from the bathroom Booth was leant against the wall opposite, waiting. I reached down and picked up my suitcase.

"The nurse said you were in there. Are you okay?" He reached out his hand and took the suitcase from me.

I frowned. "I'm fine. Just freshening up." I snatched my suitcase from his hand and headed down the corridor.

Booth chased after me and reached for the suitcase. "Bones, just let me carry the bag, okay? Go with me here. I'm feeling chivalrous." He threw me a charm smile and I melted. I handed the bag to him and he regarded me, his head cocked to the side. "Nice hair."

I narrowed my eyes and fell in line with him. "In case you've forgotten, I've been hit by a car and tied up in a cage." We exited the hospital and Booth led the way across the parking lot.

As he threw my bag into the back of his SUV, he shrugged. "I think it's kind of cute."

My heart melted. I didn't give him any sign that my heart was leaping for joy. Instead, I frowned. "I am not cute."

Booth started the engine. "You're cute. Now stop arguing."

I turned and stared out the window. I didn't want him to see the grin plastered on my face.

During the drive back to the motel I asked Booth about the air crash investigation.

"All the bodies have been identified. Meden did some digging on Edward Ryan and confirmed it was a false identity. It took a week before the guy we arrested on the mountain talked. He was working with Ryan and was due to meet him when he got off the plane in New York. When he heard of the crash he came out here in search of his contraband. When he knew you were in charge of identifying Ryan, he got scared. You know the rest of the story."

I nodded slowly. "So how did the plane go down?"

"Investigators found evidence of a bomb on board. Not enough to cause the plane to crash but enough to cause damage. The bomb was in Ryan's cabin bag. An electrical fault as a result of the explosion was partly to blame. It was an old plane. Its last mechanical check had been rushed due to a private booking. It was bound to happen. The explosion just sped up the process."

I thought of the young children I had recovered from the remains of the plane. Try telling their parents that it was bound to happen, that their children were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. The guilt and heartache they were feeling wouldn't be appeased by this. The 'what if' scenarios wouldn't stop playing through their minds.

The car stopped and I shook my head to clear my mind. We were parked outside our motel room, and I felt giddy at the prospect of going inside. Never had I been so glad to see the place.

Booth moved around the car and opened my door. I smiled broadly as I got out and quickly crossed to our room. He handed me the key and I slipped it into the lock, pushing open the door. I inhaled deeply then wrinkled my nose. It didn't smell any fresher than the last time I'd been there. I stepped inside.

Vases of gerberas had been placed on every available surface. There were pink ones, orange ones, yellow ones. I turned to face Booth. "They're beautiful. Thank you."

He dropped my bag and led me to the sofa. "That's not all," he said. His grin was wide and I couldn't help but match it. "Close your eyes."

I obeyed and listened as he shuffled around. I heard the click of the light going off, heard the flare of a match. I felt Booths hands on mine, felt him gently lift me to a standing position. Another click, and a soft jazz song I'd heard playing on loop in Angela's office a few weeks ago filtered into the room.

"You can open your eyes now." His voice was low, that familiar huskiness bringing goosebumps to my skin.

I cautiously opened my eyes. My breath caught in my throat. Booth had placed candles around the room. Orange flames flickered and cast shadows on the walls, and I imagined that we were miles away from this motel room. "Booth..."

He placed a finger to my lips. "I told you I wanted our first kiss to be special." He moved his finger and lowered his head. My good arm wrapped around his waist as our bodies drew closer, and his hand cupped my cheek as his other arm went to my waist.

Our lips met and it was more than I imagined it would be. Booth was gentle but urgent at the same time, his lips pressed firmly against mine. I met his urgency, and when we parted I looked up into lust-filled eyes.

"You okay?" His hand dropped from my cheek to my waist.

"Yeah." I was breathless and I felt my face flush.

Booth pulled me to him and we danced. All my fantasies left my mind. Even with my writers mind I couldn't have come up with anything so romantic. As we swayed in time to the music I felt warm and happy. I had finally found the release I'd craved. As Booth leaned in to kiss me again, the world melted away. Tonight it was just me and him, and I didn't want it to end.