A/N. So this is the last little part of this story! Thanks heaps to everyone who read, reviewed or story alerted it. Hope you all enjoyed reading!

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Chapter 5 – Two Days Later

His head had felt like it was spinning since that night, the night that they officially crossed from being partners and friends into something more. After sharing their stories, he felt as though they were now linked in some way. He had no idea how or why, but it was a very noticeable feeling. She stayed with him that night, and sure they had spent the night with each other before, but it was never in the same bed. When he noticed her eye begin to flutter closed on his couch, he kissed her lightly, pulled her up and led her to his room. Even though it was the first time he had done it, somehow it felt like he had done it a hundred times. He had slid into bed, pulling her down with him and wrapping his arms around her firmly. He wasn't sure if it was because she was so tired, or because of the whole night in general, but she let him do it. No protests, no arguments...she just let him hold her as they drifted off to sleep.

Now, after a long day at work he was on his way to pick her up. They hadn't really discussed what had happened the other night, even though they had seen each other several times throughout their latest case. It was as though there was an unspoken agreement between them that what had happened was a step in the right direction, but neither of them knew exactly what direction they were heading in. He finally had the courage to ask her this afternoon if he could take her to dinner. She smiled at him, and agreed instantly. He figured that was a good sign.

He knocked on her door, and when she opened it she literally took his breath away.

"Wow... you look... you look amazing..." he stuttered, his eyes sweeping over the figure hugging black dress and high heels she was sporting.

"Thanks. It was Angela's choice actually..."

He smiled, pulling her to him and kissing her deeply.

"You have no idea how many times I have wanted to do that over the last few days..." he murmured against her lips.

"I think I have some idea..." she said, returning his kiss with just as much passion.

When they finally broke apart, and she looked at him with desire filled eyes, his charm smile suddenly appeared. She looked at him curiously as he began to laugh.

"What's so funny?" she asked in confusion.

"I get the feeling were not going to make it to dinner."

She smiled back at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer to her.

"Maybe not tonight..." she whispered seductively in his ear.

"Wow... I... I don't know what to say..." he muttered, as they lay in bed listening to the sounds of the distant traffic outside her apartment.

"That was amazing Booth..." she said, her breathing heavy.

"Well I guess four years worth of sexual tension does that to people..." he said smiling.

She laughed, laying her head on top of his toned chest.

"Yeah I guess it does."

She laced her fingers with his, listening to his breathing and the steady rhythm of his heart beat.

"You never told me why you got these?" she said, tracing the tattoo on the inside of his wrist with her finger.

"I went and got them done as soon as the scars healed up. I knew what a massive mistake I had made. I guess I just wanted something to remind me, in case the thought ever entered my mind again. I needed something there that told me I was stronger than that."

She nodded, letting her hand shift from tracing his wrist to his chest.

"Well I like them Booth. They make you the man you are today."

He smiled down at her, tracing over her hip with his hand.

"I can't believe I didn't know you had a tattoo Bones. After all this time..." his fingers traced over the letters engraved into her ivory skin.

"Well you never asked. And I guess you have never had a need to see my hips without a shirt on before now."

He laughed, quickly moving her off his chest and flipping her so she was underneath him.

"I guess not... Didn't mean I never wanted to see you without a shirt on though..."

She whacked his arm playfully, leaning up to capture his lips with her own.

He pulled back, looking down at her in a way that made her feel needed, wanted and loved all at the same time.

"What are the chances that I have strength tattooed on my wrists, and you have strength tattooed down your hip? That's not just a coincidence right?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

"No... Actually I think that means we are a perfect match Booth."

- The End -