Have you ever noticed how well strawberries and chocolate go together? evil smirk This chapter is pure fluff. I just thought it was time. I didn't want the fluff bunnies to go crazy or get too mad at me. So I hope you enjoy this purly fluffy chapter. And it picks up right were the last chapter ended.

"I don't believe it, Bones," Booth said, shaking his head.

"It's true," she answered. Booths lips curled up in an evil grin.

"You got pictures?"

"Certainly not!"

"What? You can't blame me for trying, can you?" Brennan shook her head as he began to laugh.

"And just what are you laughing about?"

"Oh, the fact that your cheeks are all red."

"They are not and it's your turn to answer a question. Who was the first girl you had a crush on?"

"Damn, Bones, you know how long ago that was?" He took a drink of beer as he thought back. "I was eleven and her name was Mary Thompson. Of course, back then I didn't have nearly as much charm or my irresistible good looks," he said with his best smile.

"Or you modest ego?" Brennan asked.

"Ego?" he said, putting a hand to his heart. "Bones, I'm hurt you would say that."

"Oh, come off it, Booth. What ever happened to her? This Mary girl?" Booth shrugged.

"I don't know. I had a crush on her bad, but she barely knew that I was alive. Gave her a Valentine's present that she turned around and gave to one of her friends. You know how it goes. After about six months I moved on. Lilly Smith," he added with a wiggle of his brows. "What do you want to be doing in 20 years?"

"That's easy," Brennan said without thinking. "I want to be doing what I'm doing now."

"Having dinner with me?"

"I meant the same work. Solving crimes. Writing books."

"And what about me?"

"I don't know what you want to be doing in 20 years," she said seriously.

"I mean, am I in your 20 year plan?" When Brennan didn't answer, Booth went on. "We are, after all, partners, right? If you're going to be solving crimes and fighting the bad guys, then you need someone to help. A badge to get you all the places you can't go by yourself." Brennan titled her head slightly to the left as she thought.

"Yeah," she finally answered. "I guess I would still need a partner. But we can't say that it'll be you, now can we?"

"And why can't we?"

"Because, Booth, sooner or later you'll move on. You'll get promoted or assign to other department. Or you'll just simply grow tired and retire." Booth sat down his empty beer bottle and reached across the table. When he took her hand, he could feel her urge to pull back. He tighten his grip, letting her know that it was useless to fight.

"For as long as you want to fight the bad guys, Tempe," he said softly. "I'm going to be right there beside."

"You can't put your life on hold, Booth. You're a young agent with a bright FBI future." Booth shook his head.

"I can do more good here, with you, then I can anywhere else. I like what I do- what we do. I have no plans on going anywhere that I can't take you with me." Brennan gave him a half smile before dropping her eyes. His comments made her nervous, and his touch made her skin burn. Booth gave her hand one last squeeze before letting her go. Brennan cleared her throat before looking up again.

"So, umm, what did you want to be when you were a kid?"

"A super hero," he said with a smile. "Don't most little boys?"

"What real job did you want?"

"Oh, well, if you're going to take all the fun out of it. I wanted to be a football player."

"Then how did you end up in the Army and then the FBI?"

"The Army people came and talked at my high school. I was interested in what they had to say. Really interested when they said that the Army would pay for college. I didn't have any other way of going, wasn't that good at football. So, when I turned 18 I signed up. Ended up in the FBI because I knew a couple of Army buddies who had gone in. Seemed like a natural step to make. You spend enough time in the military and you don't fit in with the general public any more. I think once you're a sniper, the process speeds up. By the time I got out, nobody but other soldiers could understand me." He shrugged. "Once you've seen what I've seen it changes your soul. Changes who you are." Brennan watched as emotion played across his face.

"You seem to get along well enough with us at the lab," she said. "None of us were ever military."

"I've learned to get along," he told her. "And if I'm forced to admit it, then yes, I do like all of your squints."

"All of my squints?" she repeated. "And what about me?"

"You, my dear Bones, are different."

"Different how?" He looked at her with soft chocolate colored eyes.

"Different because you get me. Maybe not the everyday world me. The me that throws out flirtation remarks and pop culture references just to confess you. But you get a deeper me, Bones. And you don't even realize it." Brennan was shocked by his confession.

"That's what friends do, right? They get each other?" Booth shook his head no.

"No, Bones. That's what best friends do. That's what partners do." After a moment, he said, "Ok, enough with that mushy stuff. Next question. What is your idea of the perfect evening?"

"That's a personal question, isn't it?"

"Hey, I'm a personal guy. Now answer it."

"Ok, well, lets see. I guess it would start with me actually leaving work at a decent time. Don't look so shocked, Booth. Believe it or not, my whole life doesn't rotate around work."

"Yeah it does, Bones."

"No, it doesn't. Now are you going to let me continue?" Booth waved her on. "Good. Then coming home and having a glass of wine, while listening to some soft music. Maybe reading some. Having a nice hot bubble bath. What?" Brennan noticed that his eyes darkened as she talked.

"Oh, nothing. Just wondering if you have any company in that bath?"

"Booth!" she said, reaching over the table and slapping his arm.

"What? It's a legit question."

"No, it's not. But to answer it, no, there's nobody in the bath with me. There's nobody here with me!"

"Too bad," he answered.

"Fine then, since you feel a perfect evening can't be complete without someone else, tell me what your perfect evening would be."

"Is that your next question?" he asked. Brennan sat back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yes." Booth let out a soft chuckle before standing. He reached over and pulled Brennan to her feet.

"First," he said. "You're right, I couldn't have the perfect evening without a woman." He led her into the living room, and then let go of her hand. "I, too, would have wine and soft music," he said. He walked as he spoke, never taking his eyes off of Brennan as he talked. "I would have a delicious meal prepared." Brennan jumped slightly when Booth, now behind her, spoke again. His mouth was close to her ear, and she could feel his warm breath. "I would run a hot bubble bath. I would get in first and then let my lady slid into the water. Resting between my legs; back pressed to my chest. My hands able to brush over her body."

"I get it, Booth," Brennan said, hoping that her voice didn't sound as light as she thought it did.

"Then," he continued. "After the water grows cold, we would get out. And gently pat each other dry with towels. Allowing time to kiss and touch each others bodies. After we are both dry, I would led us to the bedroom. The covers turned back revealing cool, crisp sheets. Then I would lay her down. Time for dessert. A tasty treat of strawberries and chocolate. Slowly I would dip a strawberry into the chocolate and let her take the first bite. I would drizzle the chocolate over her body. Followed by my tongue." Brennan closed her eyes. "You can see where this is going," he said. He had moved while he talked and now stood in front of her. When she opened her eyes, she was looking into his dark ones. "That, Temperance, is my idea of a perfect evening." A smile tugged at his lips as he reached up and ran the back of his fingers down her jaw line. "What do you think? Better with two?" Brennan swallowed hard and licked her lips.

"Maybe," she said. "But just a little." Booth's soft laugh filled the room.

"Only a little, huh?" Brennan nodded her head, suddenly unwilling to trust her voice. "Should I finish?" he asked as he took a step toward her. "Or maybe… demonstrate?" His mouth was close to hers. Too close. Brennan could feel his breath, almost feel his lips.

"Booth," she said softly. She wasn't sure what else to say. She wasn't sure what to do. Fortunately- or maybe unfortunately- her phone made up her mind. The shrill sound cut through the air and Booth automatically took a step back. Brennan hurried over to where her phone was on the kitchen counter. "Brennan."

Booth watched as Brennan answered her phone. What am I doing? he asked himself. What had I almost done? That was a stupid question. I almost kissed her. And thinking about it, she had almost let him. He turned his back to her, needing to focus on anything but her. He listened half-heartedly to her side of the conversation. "Booth," she said, when she shut her phone. He turned to face her. "We have DNA." She didn't have to say any more. He knew what that meant. He nodded at her.

"Good," he said. "Good." He let out a deep sigh. "I guess I need to be going." He picked up his jacket and headed toward the door. Brennan close behind. "Thank you for dinner," he said, turning to look at her. "And thanks…for everything else." Brennan smiled at him. She knew what he was trying to say.

"You're welcome, Seeley," she told him, surprising both of them when she put a hand on his arm. He smiled, lend down, kissed her cheek and then left.

Ah, another fluffy chapter down. Did you like it? Please review. The next chapter should be up soon. I hope.

Thanks for reading!