"Loving you is like breathing. How can I stop?"

"Dammit Bones, if you would just listen to me for once—"

"The last time I listened to you I nearly lost my job!"

"Bones, I'm serious this time—"

"No, we are NOT going to go rendezvousing all over the United States in an attempt to find the long-lost uncle of this deceased girl whose bones are currently sitting on my table!"

"But Bones—"

"And your puppy face look doesn't work on me either!"

"But it'll benefit the FBI and we'll catch the murderer!"

"It's always for the FBI, isn't it?"

"Well, assuming I work there, yes."

"Tell your boss that I refuse to accompany you on this trip to the middle of Wyoming."

"It's Montana."

"Same thing!"

"Bones…"

"NO."

"Fine. But Cullen's not going to be very happy about it."

"Tell him to fuck himself."

"Since you're such the prissy know-it-all, how about you go tell him?"

"I'm not the one who works for him!"

"You're the one who's being stubborn and refusing to go!"

"You're the one who got it in your right mind to go on some crazy trip to Idaho!"

"Bones, for the last time, it's Montana."

"I DON'T CARE!"

"Goddammit Bones, sometimes you can be such a stubborn ass sometimes."

"I hate you too."

"I've hated you ever since day one, so look who's talking."

"Me too."

"Fine."

"Fine."

Booth watched Temperance spin on her heel and stalk out of sight, angrily stripping off her gloves and tossing them in the bin as she passed it.

Booth sighed and walked out the door, running a hand through his hair. He really loved his Bones…

But sometimes, she could be just a tad bit difficult.

How Booth found himself at Temperance's apartment door at 8 o'clock that night, he would never know. But somehow, he was indeed standing in front of 17C with a small bouquet of flowers.

Booth didn't remember knocking, but when Temperance flung open the door, he assumed he had.

"Booth," she started, anger sparking in her eyes, but then it died out.

"What do you want?" she continued, the anger replaced by fatigue, as if she was weary and exasperated of his presence.

"Nothing but you," Booth said simply, courteously proffering the flowers to Bones.

Temperance affixed a wan smile onto her face and trotted into her kitchen with the flowers. Booth took this as an invitation to gingerly step inside and close the door behind him.

"All right Booth. I'm here. Now, what do you really want?" Booth gave a small smile at this. Nothing could get around his Bones.

"Bones, about today…I know that I shouldn't have set up quite so big of an argument. You know how I get sometimes about my job—I want to be the best at it."

Temperance's eyes stared unseeingly into the floor, refusing to meet Booth's questioning gaze. "But you are the best," she murmured softly, and Booth could almost feel the tension between the two of them start to thaw.

"Bones, I'm so sorry. I promise it won't happen ever again, no matter how much of a cocky, stubborn ass I am. I respect you, and your decisions." Booth couldn't believe the sweet sap that was flowing out of his mouth, but it was too late to take back his words now. He really needed to think his words over before saying them.

Booth had been telling himself that since he'd been twelve, and had never corrected it. He'd also been telling himself to stop his habit of procrastinating, but apparently that hadn't been fixed either.

Bones still kept on looking down, and Booth felt himself grow slightly frustrated. He still didn't know how Temperance would react if he touched her, so he settled for staring at her. "Bones, what else do you want from me?"

At this, Temperance looked up, and Booth saw that her eyes shone with unshed tears. "A kiss."

Booth was only too happy to oblige.

Many more heated kisses later, and Temperance was lying on her bed with Booth still passionately kissing her like he had no intention of stopping.

She rather liked the thought of Booth never stopping his kisses.

Neither of them had any idea how the kissing had progressed from the kitchen to the bedroom, nor how their clothes had somehow become ripped off in the process. Then there was that trail of clothing that snaked from the kitchen into the bedroom...

Booth nipped down on Temperance's ear, and she moaned. "Seeley…"

"Temperance," Booth rasped out in reply.

The last coherent thought that entered Tempe's mind was Booth's smoldering eyes that had locked with hers.

"That was amazing."

Booth smirked. "I shall have to agree with you on that one, my lady."

Bones laughed softly and leaned over to kiss Booth on the nose before she snuggled into his warm body and from what it seemed like, promptly fell asleep.

"Oh, Bones. Loving you is like breathing. How can I stop?"

Romantic fluff like this did not come out of the mouth of a big and strong FBI agent like Seeley Booth. Booth could only hope that Bones was sound asleep and didn't hear him.

Temperance merely hugged Booth harder and sleepily murmured, "I love you too."

A/N: GACK. FLUFF. THE FLUFF ATTACKS. Well, you know the drill. Read, review, and you get more chapters :D