the last one AKA the 'scooby doo ending' :)
Booth woke up to find her turned toward him. Bones.
Her hands were curled in his shirt, her nose pressed to his throat. He realized his arms were still around her and it took him a moment to fully remember the previous night. He could feel a memory niggling in the back of his mind, and he closed his eyes to try and recall it. His foot was itchy, almost tickly, and he moved his other big toe to try and scratch it. He heard a small growl and his eyes popped open to see a tiny pug sitting on the arm of the couch, his tiny tongue poised near the sole of his foot. Ah yes, the puppy.
Booth looked at it for a moment trying to decide his next course of action. He liked the comfort of this moment with her, liked the way she was sleeping close to him. He could stay like this forever…
Just then the puppy raised one of its back legs and Booth sprang into action.
"Oh…no…"
He snatched it up as quickly as he could and ran toward the kitchen, leaving behind a trail of squirming puppy drips. At least it wasn't on the couch. He grabbed a couple of paper towels and set the puppy back in the original box while he wiped up the hardwood floor.
When he was done, he spared a glance toward the couch, laughing when he saw she was dead to the world, her hair muffling her snores. He picked up the puppy to go wake her up, and pressed it to his chest.
"Ah…ew…damn it." He pulled the puppy away to see he'd accidentally pressed the puppy, and the puppy's, well…not drips, against the front of his shirt. He pulled the puppy up to look in his eyes. "That's gross. You're gross." The puppy just whimpered.
Booth tucked it into his arm and ran outside for a moment to grab some spare clothes from the SUV, hoping his partner wouldn't wake up when he was gone. He smiled.
Bones…
Haha, she loved him! He'd always known, but…well, he'd known that she didn't know, so it's not like he could just tell her. No, he just waited her out.
Not anymore though, he thought as he reentered her apartment, examining the damage he'd done to her door. He smiled when he remembered the look in her eyes when he'd busted through. She'd liked it when he was fierce! He smirked, tiptoeing once he realized she was still asleep.
He walked to the bathroom and pulled out two towels. Folding one carefully, Booth walked back to the living room where he put it in the bottom of the cardboard box and moved it over to where she was sleeping, placing the puppy inside. He moved to grab the lid for the box and was surprised to see a small, blue envelope taped to the inside. He opened it.
"Interesting." Keeping it in his hand, he picked up the second towel and went back to the bathroom to grab a shower.
Brennan woke up to the sound of growling and cardboard. She sat up, confused. Why was she on the couch? She turned and saw the puppy in the box and the events of the previous night flooded back to her.
Booth.
She remembered telling him she loved him. She groaned. She'd said it twice! Oh well, she'd just have to pretend she didn't mean it. Surely he would believe that she'd just said it in the intensity of the moment.
But where was he? Hadn't he promised he'd stay?
Anger rose within her. She shook her head. Why was she even surprised? Of course, he'd left. Everyone she cared about left her. Why had she thought Booth would be any different? She sighed. At least it would be easy to get him to forget what she'd said. Obviously he hadn't even wanted to be around her for another moment. He'd probably waited until she'd fallen asleep and bolted. She couldn't blame him. She'd practically thrown herself at him.
She looked at the puppy, again, but turned away, finding that she didn't like the hurt now associated with it.
She walked back toward the bathroom to take a shower, maybe clear her thoughts.
She wasn't paying attention, and as she placed her hand on the knob to turn it, she fell forward when the door was pulled open forcefully from the other side, her face pressed against Booth's wet, bare chest.
"Bones…hey! You're awake." He wrapped his arm around her.
"Booth." She muffled, then pulled back, trying to gain some dignity. "What are you doing here?"
He looked at her strangely. "Um, I took a shower. The puppy, well, he did his thing on my shirt this morning, so I jumped into the shower."
She looked at him, not understanding how he could be so comfortable just standing there in a pair of boxers with a towel around his neck.
"Oh…"
"Bones." He tipped her chin up to look at her, and she flinched back, her skin sensitive from the way he'd grabbed her the night before. "Bones, wait." He cupped her face more gently and leaned in. "Ah, Bones, I'm so sorry. I scratched you." He leaned down to kiss the sore spot.
She gasped and whirled around.
"Stop that."
He laughed. "Bones, what is it?" He moved around to look at her.
She didn't meet his eyes and moved to put her back to him again.
"Bones…" he grew serious. "You thought I left you."
She didn't say anything, but moved past him to leave the bathroom.
He grabbed the blue envelope from the sink and chased after her.
"No, NO…no way, Bones…you are not running away from this." He caught up with her and practically tackled her to the couch.
"Booth! Booth…get off of me." She shoved at him, noticing again his clean firm skin.
"No…Bones. Not until you look me in the eye and I know you're convinced that I am not leaving you."
She stopped squirming and looked up at him. His eyes were serious and she moved her hands up to the towel around his neck, pulling it up to gently dry his hair. He must have seen what he wanted to because he used his arms to lever his body off of hers, leaving hers a bit damp and a bit chilled when air moved between them.
He got up off the couch and moved to his bag to pull out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
"Look, Booth…last night. It was intense, you know?"
He ignored her and began pulling the clothes over his boxers. She was momentarily distracted by the way his abdominal muscles flexed as he pulled the shirt over his head and when he bent to pull the shorts over his legs.
"Booth…listen. Don't worry. I didn't mean what I said. You don't need to worry about that."
He paused, his hands at the waist of the shorts. "Do I look worried to you, Bones?" Keeping his eyes on hers, he buttoned his shorts and zipped them up.
"Um…no. I just wanted you to know, that, well, I didn't mean it, so you don't need to worry. But, obviously, you aren't worried, so…" She rambled as he moved to sit next to her on the couch, bending over to pull the puppy out of the box before handing her the blue envelope.
"What is this?" she asked.
"Open it."
She moved her fingers under the sides of the envelope and pulled out a small card.
She opened it and skimmed to the bottom.
"Wow"
"I know" he smiled.
She looked back to read Carol Grant's scrawl.
"Dear Aunt Temperance,
My dog had puppies, and I thought you might like one. And now, you have to come see me again so your puppy can see his mom.
Love,
Andy"
She looked up at him, confused.
He pulled the note from her hand and cupped her face, pulling her in to kiss her.
"Booth…wait."
"I've waited long enough, Bones…" He kissed her again, and again.
"Booth…come on…I didn't mean it." What was she saying?
"Sorry, Bones…no changees, no take backs."
She pulled back. He didn't look sorry…
"I thought you said that stuff wasn't real."
He kissed her again, then pulled back.
"Bones. You love me. You are in love with me."
"Booth…"
"No, Bones…it's true. And…I love you. I'm in love with you." He kissed her again, glad when she kissed him back, moving her fingers to his hair.
She pulled back
"Thanks for staying." She gasped
"What?" He could hardly breathe.
She kissed him again. "Thanks for staying last night, like you said you would."
He looked into her eyes. "You're welcome, Bones."
She laughed and kissed him again before standing up and holding out her hand.
"What, Bones?" He would have been happy to sit there forever.
"Well, we have to go to the store and get supplies for our puppy. He can't just live in that
box forever."
"Our puppy, huh?" he placed his hand in hers.
She stood for a moment, nervous.
He stood and let go of her hand, moving it to wrap his arm around her waist, pulling her close and holding the pug up with one hand up to their faces.
"We have a puppy, Bones."