Disclaimer: Don't own Bones.

A/n: Companion piece to #49. Seems you guys know me a little too well, lol! Posting is about to go way down as I'm starting work, but hopefully I won't completely disappear. Enjoy!

You Could Never Be Anything But Mine


Two sets of eyes watched the coin spiral down and fall with a soft plink on the hardwood floor.

Wide blue eyes looked into glimmering brown ones.

"Are you going to look?" Brennan's voice was a hushed whisper.

"Yes," he whispered back, but his eyes remained trained on hers.

Heart thudding rhythmically, Booth couldn't make himself look down at the floor.

"Booth?" She swallowed back an out of character giggle.

"Come here." His hands shot into her hair, bringing her lips to his. A tiny moan escaped Brennan and at the sound, Booth swept her up into his arms in one fluid movement. Her arms went around his neck on a gasp, holding on as he turned on his heel.

"Booth, what are—" Confusion spiked through her as he walked away from the coin. "We haven't looked," she reminded breathlessly against his lips.

"I know I want to marry you," he replied calmly, but full of conviction. "I'll wait until you know it too."

"What?" She frowned, thinking that he was the most confusing man. "But we said …"

"I know, but I want you to be sure." He carefully set her down next to the bed. "I want you to marry me because you want to, not because the coin landed heads."

"I wouldn't have agreed to the coin toss if I didn't want to," Brennan said softly.

"You agreed because you think you might want to," Booth noted perceptively. "But you're not quite sure." His lips brushed over hers tenderly. "I want sure, Bones. Not just fifty, but one hundred percent sure."

"And if I never get there?" The question was born of curiosity and when he answered, Brennan knew she already was.

"That's okay too," he admitted honestly. "You're still mine; that I know for sure."