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My colleague at work has been playing "Perfect" by Ed Sheeran every morning in the office. The first time I listened to the lyrics in detail I thought to myself this song is just so B&B and I could so picture them doing that. And then I thought, I gotta write a fic about this. So here's the end product. A fluffy little one-shot, inspired by the song.

Barefoot On The Grass

The hour was late. Booth was sitting alone on the couch in the family room, his feet on the coffee table, a bottle of cold beer in hand. He was barely paying attention to the game playing on the television. It had been a long, exhausting week. Their most recent case had been solved and he had spent the day in his office, putting together the paperwork Caroline had demanded from him. The day had ended in a mad rush to pick his kids, taking them home to feed and bathe them. With said kids soundly asleep in bed, Booth could finally relax, his eyelids growing heavy, his body tired from the week's activities. That evening, Brennan was attending some formal dinner, a culmination of a forensic conference she had been invited to speak at. For once, he had been glad that he had paperwork to finish. He hated formal dinners.

He heard the jangle of keys and then the turning of the lock to the front door. She was home.

"Hi Booth." She greeted him as she entered the family room, dropping her purse onto the couch.

He hadn't seen Brennan since breakfast that morning when they parted ways, her for the Jeffersonian and himself for the FBI. He had inexplicably missed her throughout his work day. She was dressed in a red, strapless dress, her hair pinned up, showing off the expanse of her neck. She looked stunning. His jaw dropped. He felt very much like how he did the very first time he laid eyes on her while she was giving her lecture at American University.

"Wow." He whispered underneath his breath, feeling himself already getting turned on by how his wife looked.

Seemingly oblivious to the effect she was having on her husband, Brennan placed a hand on the shelf near the door, slipping off her heels.

"It was a mistake to wear these tonight. My feet are killing me." She dropped one shoe onto the floor, moving to remove the other.

Booth placed his bottle of beer on the coffee table, getting to his feet, he quickly closed the short distance between them with a few steps.

They now stood face to face as he ran the back of his fingers along her shoulder then down her arm.

"You look just… wow."

She smiled back tenderly at him. "Yes. I know. Many of my male colleagues complimented me on my appearance tonight."

Booth felt a surge of jealousy course through him. "You dressed like that for them?"

"There's no need to be jealous Booth. I dressed in what I thought was appropriate for the occasion, not for them. Besides, you know that I'm only attracted to you."

"You better be." Booth growled, pressing his lips to hers. He felt her arms slip round him as he pulled her body flush against his. Breaking the kiss, they rested their foreheads against each other's and as they paused to catch their breath, Brennan noticed a mischievous twinkle in her husband's eyes.

"You probably danced with a couple of them."

"Yes. Drs Morgan and Gallagher were very persistent."

"Yeah well you know what? I figure you owe your husband a dance too huh?"

"I couldn't say no to that." Brennan teased.

"C'mon." He made his way to the front door. Opening it, he held out his hand to her.

"We're going outside?"

"Just trust me okay Bones?"

She smiled, placing her hand in his. She trusted him implicitly. She questioned his sanity though when he pulled her out of the house.

"But Booth! I don't have any shoes on!"

"You were complaining that your feet hurt."

It was a warm summer night and the grass on their front lawn felt soft under her bare feet.

"I noticed," he explained as he took her into his arms and started swaying to imaginary music in his head, "that the stars were out in full force tonight. It's a beautiful night out for a dance under the stars, doncha think?"

Brennan laughed. "I don't have any shoes on, I probably look a mess."

"Nonsense Bones. You look perfect tonight." He whispered.

She seemed to accept his compliment and relaxed into his arms, wrapping her arms round his neck, she rested her head on his broad shoulder, closing her eyes, enjoying the feel of his strong arms round her. She inhaled deeply, allowing her senses to be saturated with all things Booth.

Booth looked up into the night sky. True enough the stars twinkled. A memory flashed in his mind, they were at her High School reunion and they were dancing to Seal's Kiss From a Rose. Back then, they were dancing under artificial, man-made stars. That moment had been bittersweet. He had wanted to hold her in his arms forever but she had said no then and his heart was still hurting from her rejection.

But now, years later, under the starry night sky, they were dancing as husband and wife. Dancing in the dark with her between his arms, barefoot on the grass, swaying to what could've been their favorite song.

"Because what we have here, this life, it's better than any hand that I could ever be dealt."

He was a gambler and that night he felt as if he was the luckiest man alive.

He had realized he was madly in love with her when he had came out of his coma dream. But he had been a coward.

"I love you, in an atta' girl kinda way."

He had professed his love for her, but her shocked look made him take it back. He should've been brave enough not to back off then. That faithful night outside the Hoover, he had worked up the courage and tried desperately to convince her they should be together. He had always known they were meant to be.

"I knew. Right from the beginning… I'm that guy. Bones, I'm that guy. I know."

She wasn't ready then. And time passed but his love for her though momentarily derailed never wavered.

She was the strongest woman he ever knew. She had a difficult childhood but she fought the odds and became the top in her field. She had been through so much in their time together as partners. From kidnappings to the death of close friends and that of her own father. She had stood by him and put her life on the line. Their relationship had endured her being a fugitive, his incarceration and their separation due to his gambling relapse. Through it all she had remained strong. She was no longer impervious but her strength remained.

She knew his deepest, darkest secrets. She loved him despite his past. He had taken many lives in the line of duty. She didn't despise him for that, even though he despised himself for his actions as a soldier. She knew how much his heart broke each time he had to pull the trigger to end someone's life as an FBI Agent.

As a couple, they shared their hopes and dreams, together they saw the future in their children. He still remembered that night vividly in his mind. It was a night much like tonight.

"I'm pregnant. You're the father."

He had felt over the moon that night. He had seen the future in her eyes, eyes that shone with joy when she shared news of the life they had created together. That night he had thought things couldn't get any better. But they did. She had asked him to marry her.

"I love you. I want you to be my husband. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

That day when he slipped the ring onto her finger, he felt as if his life had been complete.

Against all odds, like he had said in his wedding vows, enduring ghosts, snakes and kidnappings, Pelant, the church that had been burnt down and their wedding that almost didn't happen, they had tied the knot. They had caught each other. She was his girl and he was her man.

And so there they were, dancing in the dark, with her barefoot on the grass. She lifted her head from his shoulder and gazed lovingly into his eyes. She offered him a small smile and he smiled back. He loved her so much it hurt. He had faith in them, in their love. No matter what life threw at them, he knew they were solid.

At that moment, she looked like an angel in his arms, she looked perfect. He still saw the future in her eyes.

A soft giggle interrupted his reverie. "Mommy! Daddy! What are you doing out here?"

The couple turned their heads. Christine was standing at the doorway in her pyjamas.

Booth looked back at Brennan and they laughed. He made his way to their daughter and gathered her into his arms.

"What are you doing up so late Pumpkin?" he asked.

"I wanted a drink of water and I couldn't find you."

"Well you found us now."

"Mommy and Daddy are dancing Sweetheart." Brennan answered her daughter's question as Booth carried Christine towards her.

"Out here in the dark? With no shoes Mommy?"

Booth laughed. "Shh… don't tell anyone okay? It's our secret. It's something Mommy and Daddy like to do."

Christine giggled. "Okay Daddy."

Booth looked at Brennan as she held out her arm, welcoming Christine to join their dance in the dark.

"I'm just one of those people who doesn't get to be in a family."

He had proven her wrong. She had a family. One that loved her without condition. He was glad he got to be part of that family.

I wanted Hank to make an appearance in this story too. But unfortunately, I couldn't find a way to write him in.

Hope you all enjoyed this little bit of fluff before Christmas. To everyone in the awesome Bones fandom, especially those of you whom I've gotten to know through FFnet, and to those of you who always take the time to leave me a review, and to everyone who has taken time to read this, here's wishing you a very Blessed Christmas!