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This chapter is for dddynamite.
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Chapter 9.
He fell asleep knowing that the woman he loved now loved him back and that put a smile on his face. Life didn't get any better than this.
The next morning the sun was shining again and a few small rays of sunshine searched their way inside the small shelter and tickled Booth on his eyelids. He flinched first and then he slowly opened his eyes, squinting a little and then he turned his head to see her lie there, as beautiful as ever. Her hair was a mess, she had probably been moving around a bit during the night, although he hadn't felt it. She still had her hand over his heart though as a reassurance that he was alive. As long as she felt his heart beat she felt safe and confident that they would come back to civilization.
He gently brushed his fingers over her cheek to try and wake her up, at first she didn't move a muscle but he tried again and this time she started reacting. He put his hand on her cheek this time and now she woke up. She blinked a few times, looked into his eyes and smiled.
"Good morning" Booth said.
"Morning" she mumbled with a voice that sounded a little sleepy.
He leaned in and kissed her gently on her lips.
"What a way to start a day with" she said with a smile after their lips parted.
"Yeah, it beats cornflakes and milk, doesn't it?" he smiled back.
"Oh yeah."
"Speaking of cornflakes and milk, maybe we should get up and eat breakfast?" he said.
"Yeah, and then continue on back home again, right?"
"Yeah, right."
They got up and straightened their clothes and Brennan made a new ponytail. Booth longed for a razor, but still no luck. There were zero chance to find a razor in the bush.
"When we get back, remind me to kill Angela for not packing a razor" he said with a smile.
"Yeah, I will, if you remind me to kill her for not packing a phone, you could have died."
"Yeah, but I didn't."
"No, luckily you didn't."
They ate some berries and this morning, Brennan actually managed to catch a fish.
"Wohoo, I caught one, I caught one" she shouted and danced around like a child.
"Good work sweetheart."
She stopped and looked at him.
"What?" he asked.
"You called me sweetheart."
"Yeah, so?"
"Why?"
"You are my sweetheart. I love you. That's what boyfriends do, they call their girlfriends sweetheart or honey or whatever. They have nicknames on their partners or wives or whatever they are."
"Why?"
"I don't know. It's just the way it is."
They tried to make a fire, but the wood was to wet so they had to eat the fish raw.
"Kinda like sushi" Brennan said.
"Yeah. But I don't like sushi."
"No?"
"No."
"But you like Wong Foo's."
"Yeah."
"There are raw fish and squids and stuff in chinese food."
"Yeah, but I never choose that."
"OK, remind me to teach you to eat raw food then" Brennan said with a smile and took a big bite of the raw fish she had in her hands.
Booth looked disgust but he had to eat so he took a bite and tried not to mind the taste of the greyish-whitish looking meat.
When they've eaten, they packed the blanket once again and headed home.
"Do you think we will get home today?" Brennan asked.
"No, not today, maybe tomorrow though. How's your ankle?"
"It's much better now. It hardly hurt anymore."
That wasn't completely true. Sure it was better and didn't hurt as much as it had been, but it still hurt quite a bit. She tried not to limp but Booth saw it. He didn't say anything though, she would probably kick his ass if he tried to help her right now. Besides, he was still a bit weak and he knew he didn't have the full strength to carry her just yet.
They continued walking. They passed a mountain and another small forest and came to a meadow. In spite of it being fall, there were still some flowers left and the grass still had the color of emeralds. They just stood in silence for a few minutes. Booth took her hand and held it in his for a few seconds before raising her hand, first to his cheek and then to his lips, gently kissing her palm and then turning it and kissing the back of her hand.
Suddenly she took back her hand, pushed him away slightly and started running out on the meadow. It took a second or two for him to respond but soon he was running after her. They were like two calves that had been let out for their summergrazing. They jumped and ran and screamed. All of a sudden Brennan slips and falls on her back, seemingly unconscious. Booth rushes to her side, looking worried. He tries to wake her up but can't. She doesn't move. He then leans in to kiss her lips, his upperlip meeting her bottomlip. He feels her hand on the back of his neck as she pulls him closer and they both deepen the kiss. When their lips part Brennan smiles while Booth looks almost mad, but soon he has to smile to.
"You bad, bad woman. I thought you were unconscious."
"Yeah, well. Now you know how it feels" she says with a cheeky smile.
"Hey, that's not nice."
She didn't answer to that but got up on her feet again. This time they walked across the meadow, Booth holding her hand securily in his.