So I was toying with this idea for a little bit since I learned about in AP Psychology (yes, I'm still in high school, which is why no smut), and all of a sudden—while at a Christmas Party—I have this brilliant insight and wrote most of it there, being rude to all the people there. But that wasn't a really big deal, I didn't know anyone there anyways. Sorry it took me so long to update though. I don't have access to the internet at home, so it's a little hard to update. Plus, I'm a terribly mean person. Ask my friends, they will agree.

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"I was reading something very interesting recently," Brennan said as Booth pulled into his spot in her parking complex.

"Does it have anything to do with that book you haven't been able to put down for the past week?"

"No, it's something I came upon in an article recently and I decided to Google," Brennan said as Booth opened her door. She had gotten quite used to his little idiosyncrasies, most of them involving the inaccurate idea that they kept her safe, and had come to expect them. She didn't get upset when he opened her door or felt the need to touch her at almost all times, or didn't let her do some things. This sometimes scared her, but it was worth it. She had the most fantastic person in the world to be with.

Booth had opened the door and elevator into the apartment complex, led her in, and they were standing next to each other in comfortable silence.

"So, what was this interesting thing that you came upon recently," Booth asked as the door opened and they stepped out to the hall.

"It was about love, actually."

Booth tried unsuccessfully to stifle a chuckle.

"What?"

"That's a movie."

"Again, what?" Brennan asked.

"Love, actually. It's a movie. Maybe we should rent it next weekend.

"Oh. Well, it talked about how the divorce rate was so high because people no longer consider companionate love."

Booth was silent for a moment.

"What does this have to do with me," he finally asked as he opened the door and hung up his coat. "You usually don't tell me something unless it has something to do with me."

"Well, I was thinking about us, and after looking into it, I am under the impression that we completely skipped passionate love."

Booth looked at her, a strange look on his face. They were sitting on the sofa, that damnable sofa that had gotten them into something far greater than either of them could have imagined. Neither of them had enough energy to go to the kitchen and get something to eat, or at least nibble on. Booth was sitting close to Brennan; his arm around her shoulders as they both looked at her bookshelf and the plasma TV that took up a large amount of space among the vast array of books, movies, and various trinkets and artifacts that were of importance to either of them, most of them Brennan's. They were looking at their lives, and what had brought them to this point.

"Why would you think we missed passionate love, Bones?" Booth finally began.

"Well I just—" Brennan interrupted.

"No, let me finish. What makes you think that we didn't go through a strange sort of passionate love ourselves? If I do remember correctly, there was a time where neither of us could go the entire day without checking in on each other. Hell, we still can't spend the entire work day without seeing each other at least twice."

"I thought—"

"Not done, Bones. You can't interrupt. So, yes, we aren't spending our entire time with each other focused on mind-blowing sex, but I see that as a good thing. I see it as there is something to our relationship, more than the now. I see us as the old couple arguing about what activities we should do in our boring lives in an assisted living community, and what we want to do for dinner. Those are the couples that weren't all in it for the sex, because they knew there was more to the relationship. That article you read was right. People today don't see that there is more to a relationship to sex, and if that causes them to get divorced a few times, that is not my problem. Nor is it yours. We are together because we fit, and we see more than the sex, we see the person. The person we want to spend forever with," Booth leaned in closer to Brennan's face, indicating his little speech was coming to a close. "Besides, I don't think people like us ever loose the passionate love part of the relationship. It likes to come out and play every once in a while."

He closed the small amount of space remaining, smiling into the kiss they now shared.

Brennan, however, had other ideas. She got off the couch as fast as her weak legs could take her to the kitchen as soon as she could contemplate ending the kiss. Booth followed, wondering what had gotten into his lovely lady. She opened the fridge and stuck her head in, searching for something to eat.

"What are you doing?" Booth finally asked.

"I'm getting us something to eat," Brennan stated like there was nothing strange about her actions. "Ah ha! I knew we still had some left." She pulled out half of a cherry pie and set it on the counter. She looked back into the fridge, finding the milk and the rice milk.

Booth had already opened the cupboard next to the fridge and had gotten out two tall glasses. He took one of the cartons; it didn't matter which one. They would both drink the same amount. He always took the first sip just in case he ended up with her rice milk. He would take a sip, cringe, and switch their glasses.

Brennan took the pie, and Booth took the glasses of milk, taking a sip of one of the glasses he was carrying. Lucky for him, it wasn't rice milk. They set the items on the side table and Brennan took off the cushions on the sofa, getting ready to open the sofa. Booth instantly caught on to Brennan's actions and began to help her. It didn't take them long to set up the sofa-bed; this was a well-practiced routine.

With the bed made, they sat down and began to eat the pie. Booth still didn't know what Brennan was thinking, and this concerned him. He didn't address the subject because he knew that Brennan would address it herself when she felt it was the right time; there was no need to rush her.

Despite Booth's surety that she would make the first move, she didn't. They continued to eat in silence for some time before Booth was sure he couldn't take it any longer.

"Bones, what's gotten into you?" Booth finally asked.

"Nothing's gotten into me. I just wanted to eat something, preferably the pie here before us, and be in your company for some time like any other day."

"So we're dropping the topic you brought up a few moments ago?" Booth was still confused.

"Well… I guess it could come back for a moment," Brennan answered, smiling. The pie was gone, and the glasses empty on the side table. There was nothing stopping them from enjoying each other and the bed.

"Bedroom," Booth whispered hastily, seeing where this was going.

"No, couch," Brennan responded with a sigh as their lips met.

"Bones," Booth moaned.

"No arguments," Brennan said between kisses. "Right. Here."

"What brought this on?"

"Passion doesn't only have to be in the bedroom," Brennan said with a smile. "It can be in the living room, or the bathroom, or the dining room, or the kitchen, or anywhere else we feel it should be present." Each location was punctuated with a kiss, making Booth smile more and more.

"And right now it needs to be on my sofa-bed?"

"Yes," Brennan said, exasperated.

"Good enough for me." And it sure as hell was. Both of them found the sofa-bed that had ignited their relationship to be quite the location. Both of them found ways to make this seemingly insignificant location the most fantastic yet.

It was early morning before they felt the need to sleep. Their night had been spent talking, kissing, more than kissing, and even more talking. Somewhere in there they found time to eat a few Oreos and drink more milk. It had been a very nice evening, and proved to Brennan that despite their relationship being anything but normal; it most definitely didn't lack passion.

"Angela will be a little upset," Brennan whispered to Booth as they dozed off.

"Why?"

"I don't really want to tell her about this sofa, even though she made me promise," Brennan clarified.

Booth chuckled. "I don't blame you. Goodnight, Bones."

"Goodnight, Booth," Brennan said, letting sleep take her. No, their relationship didn't lack passion, and it wasn't going to end any time soon.

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Yeah, I'm an awful person. I wrote most of it, and then I had major writer's block. And I'm evil. I could blame it on school, but I'm not all that into studying for anything, so that would be a lie. I am totally guilty of senioritis. Ha, spell-check didn't go off on senioritis. Does that mean it's an actual word? Strange.

I'm not enough of a pansy to get down on my knees and beg for a review, but I will threaten. Reviews need to start flooding my inbox instead of letters informing me that there is a new chapter of some other FanFic that I need to read immediately (you know I totally get like twenty a day by better writers that update often).

You know I love ya. See ya, ba-bye.