Title: Now, that's more like it!

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Spoilers: Season 3, 5

Rating: T

Author's Notes: Thisepisode happened shortly before the 100th. And this one-shot starts with the ending of the episode. Warning: This is a warm and fluffy story… maybe sickening sweet for some. No angst to be found here!

The X in the File

(Roswell, New Mexico. Booth and Brennan are sitting on top of the SUV looking up at the night sky.)

BOOTH: Quite a show, huh?

BRENNAN: Shouldn't we get going home?

BOOTH: Come on, Bones, how many times do you get a chance to check out a desert sky?

BRENNAN: I've been in the desert many times. Though, usually I'm digging in the ground, not looking up.

BOOTH: now's your chance to look up. So, look up.

BRENNAN: It's ridiculous to think there's anything on this planet worth seeing which merits crossing what are literally astronomical distances.

BOOTH: Many aliens are anthropologists? Maybe they just wanna study our religion and sex and love and our funny languages and line dancing.

BRENNAN: That's an interesting possibility I hadn't considered.

BOOTH: Well, living creatures, they like to reach out, Bones.

BRENNAN: Living creatures like to reach out and eat each other.

BOOTH: Oh. So, what are you saying? That the aliens just wanna come down here and drink our spinal fluid?

BRENNAN: Well, if the aliens are advanced enough to fly faster than light, then they can probably make spinal fluid.

BOOTH: Oh, you just said that aliens are nice.

BRENNAN: I did not.

BOOTH: You just basically said that aliens are nice anthropologists.

BRENNAN: I don't think so.

BOOTH: You think the aliens are you.

BRENNAN: (laughs) You got me. You know, I'm one of them.

BOOTH: I knew it.

BRENNAN: I was sent down as an advance scout.

BOOTH: I knew it! No probing. No probing!

BRENNAN: Hey, probing is a valuable way to gather information.

BOOTH: We know how you people like to probe. Did you hear that?

BRENNAN: What was it?

END.

~ADDITIONAL SCENES~

Booth became more fascinated with watching Brennan look out into the desert than listening for sounds. He leaned closer to her and when she turned around he caught her off guard with a soft kiss on her lips. He only moved back enough to look into her eyes.

"Booth?" she whispered.

"Just gathering information," Booth said softly.

"Hardly. There was no probing," she said with a smile.

"Well, I can fix that." He returned to her incredibly soft lips and licked the bottom one asking for entrance.

When they came up for air, Brennan laughed softly.

"What's funny? That's not very nice for a guy's ego."

"I've never thought of a tongue as a probe. And your ego is well intact."

"So, you're admitting my cocky belt buckle isn't for compensation."

"Well, that remains to be seen. But it's promising. It's trying to probe my thigh."

He quickly leaned back with a groan.

"You're probably glad it's dark so I can't see you blush."

"I'm not blushing. You just caught me off guard. That's all."

She shrugged her shoulders. "It's only fair. You caught me off guard."

"Are you sorry I did?"

"No. Are you regretting that you did?"

"No. Not at all. You taste like Heaven."

"That's not possible, Booth."

"Just a figure of speech, Bones."

"Taking into account your beliefs that it's a great place to be, I can assume that presently being in the desert is a great place to be."

"Definitely. The last time I made out with a girl on or in a car was in high school, but none of that compares to you."

"That's corny."

"You know what corny is," he said in surprise. "Well, I don't care if it's corny. Come here."

She wrapped her arms around his neck for some more amazing kisses.

"God, I love kissing you. Better than I dreamed."

After coming pulling out of another sensual and long kiss, Brennan asked, "You've dreamed about kissing me?"

"Ever since Caroline pushed us under some mistletoe."

"That was over two years ago! What took you so long?"

He chuckled. "Well, I guess I was worried you'd attack me and I'd end up on the ground."

"Ending up on the ground isn't all that bad," she said enticingly.

Booth groaned and laid her flat with one hand cushioning her head against the windshield. He leaned over her with his weight partially supported by his other arm. It was very difficult, but he pulled away just as a hand began wandering.

"What does this mean, Booth?"

He quietly thought about how to answer her question. Temperance Brennan was a complicated woman.

"You're not saying anything."

"I don't know what the right answer is. Do I say that I always want to be with you? Would that scare you or would it ease your mind because you think people will always leave? Or do I say we can take it one day at a time which could also scare you in a couple of different ways. I mean I don't want you to think that I'm doubtful, but I don't want to smother you and expect more than you can give. That didn't come out right."

"I'm usually the one who doesn't know what to say and messes it up."

It made him chuckle which was good. He was suddenly feeling tense.

"Which I guess means I understand how you are feeling. I can't fault you for that. You're saying you want to be with me no matter what the circumstances are."

"So, you're not upset?"

"No. Just unsure." She began to concentrate on the night sky.

"Talk to me," he whispered encouragingly.

"I'm not good at relationships. What if I ruin everything and we're not partners anyone."

"You're not going to ruin anything. You're already good at this relationship," he said gesturing with his finge rback and forth between them.

"I don't know what that means, exactly."

"You haven't driven me away. We understand each other. We protect each other. We spend a whole lot of time together. We've done all the hard parts of a relationship that usually happens after the physical attraction is acted upon. You are good at our relationship."

"It's because of you that I'm more able to relate to you and to people in general. You shouldn't have to be teaching me all the time."

"That goes both ways, Bones. You've taught me a lot of things, too. We make each other better people. We're a great team." He began running his hand slowly up and down her arm in a caring gesture. "You like evidence, Bones. It makes you comfortable."

"Yes, that's true. But feelings and emotions are ephemeral."

"Look at Cam and me. We're still friends. We still work together. And we weren't nearly as close emotionally as we are."

He leaned down and gave her a sweet peck on the cheeks.

"Give us a shot, Bones."

"That sounds like a gamble. You're not supposed to be gambling."

"Yeah? I already took a gamble. I finally kissed you without knowing if I would be rejected. I took a gamble with finding you a year after our first case ended with a slap to my face. Taking a gamble with you has always turned out right. It's a sure bet."

"There's never a sure bet."

"Remember Vegas?"

"Of course."

"You made a bet on me," he said with a charming grin. She smiled at the memory. "You said it was silly. It was irrational. Do it again, Bones. Do the irrational. Gordan Gordan once told me that the heart wants what the heart wants. We have no say in the matter. What is your heart saying, Bones? Metaphorically, of course."

"Brain and heart."

"You remember."

She nodded. "You want me to put my heart in overdrive again."

"You did it for your dad. Can you do it for me?"

"I'd do anything for you… anything to make you happy."

"You make me happy, Bones."

She took a deep breath. "This is really happening." And that time, it was Brennan who initiated the kiss.

Author's Notes: I feel badly ending it there, but I don't want it to become unrealistic. So, what did you think? Too fluffy? Just right? Did I really end it too soon? I would love to hear what you thought.

Favorite Lines from The X in the File

BOOTH: Hey, you're going to be okay here all alone in this spooky hospital with a dead alien body?

BRENNAN: Yes.

BOOTH: Right. That would be me who wouldn't want that.

xoxoxoxoxo

SWEETS: Sometimes I think you just pull me into these interrogations to show off. Wait, Booth, I—

xoxoxoxoxox

BOOTH: 'Important blogger.' Talk about an oxymoron.

xoxoxoxoxo

BOOTH: You know, I won't say anything about the scream if you don't say anything about the gun.

BRENNAN: Those terms are satisfactory.

xoxoxoxoxo

CAM: So our victim was using a dangerous insecticide. Not unusual for someone who's a couple of tacos short of a combo plate.

xoxoxoxoxox

BRENNAN: What, an extraterrestrial?

BOOTH: Yeah, look, you said it was possible, all right? But they have big eyes and big heads, you know, for the super smart brain.

BRENNAN: That's far more logical if they had the eyes of flies and the exoskeleton of a cockroach.

BOOTH: Insect people? Insects can't fly a spaceship.

BRENNAN: Well, the cockroach is an evolutionary marvel. They can withstand radiation, live without breathing for almost an hour, go without eating for weeks. Imagine that combined with an intelligence that evolved over many millennia.

BOOTH: Plus, they do have extra arms.

BRENNAN: Hmm.

BOOTH: Mm-hmm.

xoxoxoxoxox

BOOTH: Well, if it smells like a duck, walks like a duck, quacks like a duck…

BRENNAN: But then it would be a duck, not a spaceship, so your point escapes me.

BOOTH: It's just a metaphor.

xoxoxoxoxo

BRENNAN: He is a moron. You are definitely a moron! (said to the criminal) Well, not literally, figuratively. It's very satisfying to use an insulting colloquialism even when it isn't accurate.

BOOTH: Right. It's even better when they resist arrest and you get to hit them.

BRENNAN: I don't know.

BOOTH: Yeah, I think so.