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Feels good to get this story out. I've been wanting to write something for the occasion. I intended to get it posted earlier, but you know RL got in the way. Fluff all round. This one-shot is dedicated to everyone still here, keeping our fave show and OTP alive.

Gifts

Seated opposite his wife at a fancy Italian restaurant, Booth asked, "So how's that fennel ricotta ravioli?"

Brennan didn't reply but smiled back at him, licking her lips, obviously enjoying her dinner.

"If it's better than mine, you can tell me. I can take it."

"It is rather tasty, but you put spinach with ricotta in your ravioli, not fennel. As such, I can't make a direct comparison."

"Nice save." Booth grinned, wondering when his wife had learned the art of tact.

"Angela had informed me that one usually needs to make a reservation several months in advance to secure a table at this restaurant. How did you pull this off?"

"Aubrey."

It was as if that one word explained everything. And it did. Brennan nodded her understanding.

"You look stunning by the way." Booth said for the second time that night. The first was when she had emerged from their bedroom in the shimmery blue dress she was wearing. "The blue kinda makes it look like your eyes are twinkling."

"You look very handsome as well." She wasn't just being polite. He looked dashing in a form-fitting dark blue shirt, the top buttons open to give everyone who looked a hint of his impressive physique. "Twinkly eyes are actually a result of dilation of the pupils. It's a sign of arousal." She flashed him a cheeky smile.

"Bones…" Booth warned. His body was already responding to her choice of words and tone of voice.

"Was I wrong to assume that sex is on the agenda tonight?"

Booth cleared his throat, "No you weren't." His gaze darted to the next table, worried that they had overheard her. She seemed intent on torturing him, so he attempted to steer their conversation in a different direction.

"I have something for you." He reached into the pocket of his pants, pulling out a black, rectangular gift box, placing it on the table.

"I thought we were going to exchange gifts at home." Brennan replied.

"We were, but I brought your gift with me so…"

"Your gifts are too big to fit in my purse."

"Gifts?" Booth quirked an eyebrow. "No... you got me the motorcycle I wanted didn't you? With that cool skull helmet I showed you!" Booth was grinning like a little boy on Christmas morning. "You got me a Harley-Davidson?!"

Brennan frowned and shook her head. "I thought I made it very clear that I wasn't going to buy you anything that would put your life in danger."

"Okay… then what'd you get me?"

"I bought you a tie."

"A tie?"

"I know what you're going to say. It isn't very romantic. A tie is something you would use every day."

"Not too romantic but practical."

"Yes. Remember when you dated that marine biologist, Katherine Bryar?"

"Yeah. That was a long time ago."

"She gave you a tie as a gift. It was a symbol of a binding contract."

"Right. And you probably read too much into it. We went out on like 3 dates, tops."

"Nonetheless when I was thinking of what gift I should get you for this occasion, I recalled that despite the fact that we are married now, I've never bought you a tie before."

Booth chuckled. "And I thought a wedding ring on my hand was enough."

"Besides being practical, a tie can be very romantic as well."

"Yeah?"

"I was intending to wear that tie round my neck tonight. Along with what I'm currently wearing under my dress..." She batted her eyelids at him, "… and nothing else to bed. The undergarments I'm wearing are gifts for you too. They barely preserve my modesty."

Booth's mouth went dry. He swallowed. She had given him an immediate hard on. Her dress was low cut, and he imagined the skimpy and probably lacy bra she had hidden under her dress. "So you went out and got yourself new underwear… for me?"

"Yes. It's a matching bra and panty set. I think you'll find them very satisfactory."

"Why don't we get our food to go?" Booth growled.

"What? No Booth. It might be a long time before we are able to obtain a table here for dinner."

"You're killing me Bones." He groaned. He felt her slide her foot up his calf.

"Consider this foreplay."

"Bones!" He hissed, worried the waiter that had just walked past their table could've overheard. She pointed at the black box on the table.

"You were going to present me my gift?"

"Huh?" Booth stared at the box, remembering what he had intended to do. "Right. Your gift."

He opened the box to reveal a gold necklace that looked surprisingly similar to one she already had. One that he had given to her almost three years ago.

"Booth, this is – "

"Wait, hear me out." He locked eyes with hers, his tone now serious. "You remember the necklace I gave you… when I was ah… when I gambled."

"Yes."

He didn't think she would forget. She had an eidetic memory afterall.

"I know you really liked it. But then you found out that I was gambling and you stopped wearing it."

"Because it reminded me of how you had lied to me."

"Right. That necklace was a selfish gift. I bought it with the winnings I got from betting on a Flyers game. I went out and bought you a gift, but it was really a gift for me. I felt bad for gambling behind your back and the necklace was my way of making myself feel better for keeping things from you. And you liked it. So I convinced myself that it made my gambling alright."

He slid his hand across the table, taking her hand in hers. He squeezed her hand reassuringly as he stared into her beautiful azure eyes. "I promise you, I haven't gambled since that night you threw me out of our house."

"I believe you." Brennan's eyes glistened with unshed tears. The memory of his betrayal still hurt.

"I didn't bring all that up to upset you."

She offered him a small smile. She wasn't angry that he had brought up the past. "And this necklace?"

"I know you won't wear that necklace I bought you again cause it'll remind you of what I did. But I also know you liked it. So I tried to look for something that looked like it, you know, to replace it."

With his other hand, he pushed the box towards her. "Do you like it?

Brennan's smile was wider now. "I do."

"Here let me help you with it."

Booth removed the necklace from the box, then making his way round the table, he fastened the clasp round her neck, then sat back down at his seat.

"It's very nice." She touched the gold necklace that was now hanging from her neck.

"So, you like it?"

"Yes."

Booth smiled back at her in relief. "Great. It took me a couple of weeks to find it. I bought it with my hard-earned money."

Brennan laughed softly. "I didn't doubt you did."

"Every day when I wake up and see you next to me, I remind myself how lucky I am. Lucky that you didn't leave me when I gambled and put you and our childrens' lives in danger. But every year on this date especially, I feel like the luckiest man alive. You saved me from myself. If you didn't give me a second chance, I don't know what I would've done."

Brennan blinked back tears.

"I'm sorry if I upset you."

Genuinely moved by his words, she shook her head. "These are happy tears. I'm very fortunate to have you too. Fortunate you were not too proud to admit your mistakes. You worked hard to make amends. Fortunate you fought your addiction to save our marriage. "

"I love you Bones."

"I love you too Booth."

He leaned forward to capture her lips gently in his, sucking her lower lip as their lips parted.

"Right, no more sad stuff." Booth waggled his eyebrows at her. "Let's finish dinner so we can get on to my gift at home okay?"

"Okay." Brennan laughed, tilting her head back slightly. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to press hot kisses to the exposed column of her neck.

She raised her wine glass, tilting it slightly towards him. He clinked glasses with her.

"Happy fourth wedding anniversary Booth."

"Happy fourth wedding anniversary Bones. Here's to many more to come." He added as he took a sip of wine.

"To many more to come." She echoed after him.

Against all odds they got together and eventually got married. 21 October, 2013. The day our OTP, Seeley Booth and Temperance Brennan got married and made all of us cry happy tears. I loved that we got to witness their amazing love story. I'd like to think that somewhere out there, they're living out their 30 or 40 or 50 years together with Parker, Christine and Hank.

If you're looking to read another story which deals with the topic of the necklace Booth got Brennan from the episode "The Big Beef at the Royal Diner", I recommend "The Necklace" by 554Laura. It's really good.