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2 Months Later
The hot June sun beat down on Brennan's face, warming her lips and making her want to tear the stupid blindfold off more than ever. They passed under a patch of shade, the cool air departing quickly as it had come. Brennan assumed her second of solace had come from a large tree or building, but she honestly had no idea where they were since Booth had wrapped the silk tie around her eyes what seemed like hours ago.
"You still can't tell me where we're going?"
Booth groaned and he kept the strong hold on her shoulders, directing her from behind. Ever since the blindfold had come on Brennan hadn't been able to keep her mouth shut. Not that he really minded.
"Nope Bones, sorry." He laughed as she glared at him through the blindfold. "And the reason you want to know so badly is because you have control issues."
She blindly reached out to hit him, but missed, swiping at the air and eliciting a chuckle from Booth.
"I don't have control issues. Lets try and blindfold you and see how you feel?"
She could feel him lean down close to her, and his lips brush her ear softly. "It depends what you're going to be doing."
"Booth!" Laughing, she shoved him away, crimson creeping up her cheeks.
"I'm just kidding Bones….sort of." She felt him wrap and arm around her shoulder, imagining the mischievous grin that was playing across his face.
He turned her sharply, and she felt her foot step up on a curb. They were in the shade again, the cool shadows dancing lightly on her face. In the distance she could hear kids playing, their laughter echoing in her ear. The light afternoon breeze blew her hair across her face, tickling her lips. Without her eyes, she could feel her senses automatically heightened. It was a weird sensation.
"Are we almost there Booth? I'm getting tired of walking."
His fingers brushed lightly over the silk tie that he'd used as a makeshift blindfold.
"Good thing we are, cause I'm getting tired of your complaining too."
She didn't respond, but merely glared at him through the blindfold. Her stomach fluttered nervously as she felt him closer to her again, his lips near her ear.
"So I know this is a big thing…and that we're taking things slowly, but we all don't exactly fit in one apartment. I want to make things," He paused, taking a breath. "Real between us…" She felt his fingers entwine loosely in hers.
She frowned in confusion, wondering what was going on. Being with Booth was the only time she ever felt completely clueless. "I don't understand Booth."
"Wait…" His fingers expertly untied the knot, the blindfold dropping from her eyes. She squinted, her eyes adjusted to the sudden flow of bright light.
They were standing on the sidewalk in a neighborhood she presumed was in the more rural part of DC. As she got a better look around, she realized how pretty the neighborhood really was. The sidewalks were lined with towering umbrella trees, casting graceful shadows down the road where a group of teenage boys were playing hockey at the end of the block.
Each of the houses were genial and friendly looking, flowers blooming from their windows, and swings in the backyards. They looked like the kind of houses that Brennan had dreamed about living in during her time in the system. The kids who had families lived in those houses.
As she turned around, she realized that they were standing directly in front of a large exquisitely built wooden house with a gorgeous looping porch that seemingly followed the entire house. What really caught her eye was the "For Sale" sign that was stuck in the front of the perfectly groomed lawn.
Her mind worked quickly, going over Booth's words in her head, We all don't exactly fit in one apartment. The "For Sale" sign, the perfect size of the house, which appeared to have enough space for all of them.
Out of reflex she pulled a hand to her mouth, the shock of it making her stomach dip wildly. Booth wanted to buy a house with her. To live with her. In a house. It felt like something out of the movie that should have been her life.
"Oh my god Booth…" She trailed off, still slightly speechless, "You're….we're…you want to buy a house."
Booth tried to read the surprise etched all across her face, and it was easy to as the wide grin took over her pretty features. He figured now would be a good time.
Pulling the keys out of his pocket, he jingled them in front of her face, smiling widely.
"Correction Bones. I did buy the house."
Her eyes widened, as she smiled, and in a second she had thrown herself at him, wrapping her arms around him tightly. Booth pulled her close to him, lifting her off the ground so her feet dangled slightly as he pressed his face into her sweet smelling hair. She laughed happily, and he felt himself smiling.
As he let her down, she kept her arms wrapped around his neck loosely. "Booth, I can't believe that you…you bought us a house, and I…I don't even know what to say, I mean do we have enough money for this…do you?"
He shook his head without concern, the look of utter peace with the world that she envied so much dancing across his features.
"You could ask for a tour."
Sighing happily, she smiled in surrender as she tilted her head towards the surreal house behind them. "Ok, can I have a tour?"
"Definitely." With a wide grin, he pulled her across the lawn and up the stairs of the house that they would soon call their home.
She ran a hand over the artistically crafted wooden walls of what would ultimately become their bedroom. The entire house was build of wood, with the air of someone who knew exactly what they were doing. It felt safe, comfortable. Like she was meant to be here.
"It's beautiful Booth. All of it."
He watched as she walked over to the giant picture window from where the Washington Memorial was just visible from beneath the sprawling backyard. Closing his eyes he could almost hear Chloe and Sam chasing each other on the grass while Parker followed close behind.
Crossing the room to stand next to her, he snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her close to him, the curves of her body complimenting his perfectly.
"There was just something about it, you know? I felt like this was where we're supposed to be."
She leaned into him, her cheek brushing against his shoulder softly. "I know what you mean."
Turning, she propped herself up onto the high window sill so that they were at eyelevel. He sensed that she wasn't done speaking, so he just watched as she bit her lip, as if she was inwardly debating to share whatever was plaguing her with him.
Motioning towards the other rooms outside of theirs, she smiled. "I mean this is perfect Booth. There are at least 5 other bedrooms close to us so that Chloe and Sam don't get scared. When Parker gets older, he'll be able to have his space. And so will we." She smiled at him, and he could see the familiar mischievous sparkle in her crystal blue eyes.
She shook her head though, looking down and then back up at him. "Nobody has ever done something like this for me Seeley. Ever since I got out of college, I always lived in an apartment. I was too scared to live in a house. Houses make you vulnerable. They hold memories…but now, I'm not afraid," She looked up at him, and he thought he caught a glimpse of tears, but they were gone as fast as they were there. "I want the memories…with you."
He cupped her face with his hands, bringing her lips close to his, her crystal eyes shining. He kissed her sweetly. The kind of kiss that doesn't need to be followed by something more. A kiss that makes your heart feel like it missed a beat, and sets off fireworks in your chest. It made her believe that things between them would always be like this. Maybe they would be.
Booth pulled away slowly, their lips keeping the vital contact until the last second. He pulled her fingers into his, pulling her softly off the ledge.
"Come on, I want to show you something."
She nodded, following him quietly, her eyes taking in every inch of the house as they went. Stopping in the middle of the hallway, Booth pulled down a chain that she hadn't even noticed was there. Out of nowhere, stairs descended from the ceiling, and stopped with a thud as Booth smiled at her encouragingly.
"Where are we going? You're not taking me to secretly kidnap me are you?"
He rolled his eyes as he reached out his hand for his girlfriend to take. "Stop being so defiant Bones. I promise you're going to like this."
"Fine, but don't be so bossy." She grabbed his hand as he led her up the stairs to what seemed to be some sort of attic, although not quite as menacing as people seemed to write their attics in books. It was made out of the same wood the entire house was, and looked like a nice enough place, but she wondered why he had taken her up here.
He saw the look on her face and he laughed. "If you're wondering, no we're not up here to see the attic."
She cracked a smile as he led her across the sprawling attic, and to a little wooden door that appeared to not go anywhere. He however opened it, and she stepped through, surprised when she felt the warm outdoor breeze whip her hair across her face.
They were standing on what seemed like a rooftop porch. It wasn't very big, probably 10 by 10, but the view was spectacular, spanning across DC, the monuments were visible in the distance. The only difference from this and the fire escape was instead of the honking of horns and the flashing lights of cars, she only saw the monuments hiding far away in between thickets of deep green trees.
She leaned against the railing, taking in everything that had happened in the last 45 minutes. It was a lot, but she had never been happier.
Feeling his presence standing next to her before he spoke, she turned to look at him.
"I thought that since you had the fire escape at your apartment, that you would, you know…want somewhere that's yours…" He trailed off and she slid her fingers into his, squeezing gently.
She watched the uncertainty play in his eyes, and she felt like crying. For the first time in her life, someone really cared. He had done this all for her. To make her happy. She had wanted that for as long as she could remember. And he had always been there.
All she needed to do was open her eyes.
Looking up at him, she smiled, keeping their fingers entwined. "Ours Booth. It's ours."
He snaked his arms around her, keeping their fingers tangled, the wind whipping carelessly across their faces. His lips were close to her ear as he leaned down to rest his chin on her shoulder.
"You know, even after everything that's happened, you're the only one that I could imagine having this with Booth…This life."
She turned her head to face him, smiling softly. He'd never seen her look happier. "It's perfect Booth. All of it. It's perfect."
He moved his hand to tilt her chin closer to him, kissing her softly. "I thought so too."
Their love had never been normal. It was complicated, and addictive, and enthralling. Hard to let go of. Their souls had ached for each other, the pain and suffering only overthrown by pure need. It was impossible to live without the other.
They had finally found each other, and they were going to fight to hell to never let go.
Its over...please for the last time, hit the button 4 me...;P