Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. Fox does.

Sorry for the long time in coming up with chapter two. I had ideas for my other fic.

Brennan POV

Booth drives me to the Jeffersonian, then heads to the Hoover Building. We don't have a case today. On days like today, there are no disfigured, dismembered, burnt or decomposed bodies for me to identify, no murderers to catch. On days like today, Booth always says "Thank God for small favors."

The first person to greet me as I walk into the lab is Angela.

"Hey Sweetie."

"Hi Ange."

"Good day huh?"

"By that if you mean it's a good day because we have no case for today, then yes, it is a good day."

"No hon. I mean, you have the look. The I-just-had-mind-blowing-sex-with-my-hot-boyfriend look."

I have a look? Booth keeps me more than satisfied. And I must admit I am happy, more so than I have been in a long time. Is it that obvious?

"I – "

When Booth and I started seeing each other, we had decided to keep it a secret for a time. We wanted to try to be quiet about it, and give it some time before we started going public about our relationship. Angela noticed a shift in our relationship immediately and she hounded us no end till we had to tell her. Her squeal when we admitted to her that we were indeed romantically involved with each other was nothing short of cosmic. I decide honesty is the best policy.

"Yes." I sigh but smile. "Booth and I had sex a couple of times last night, and once this morning, if you must know."

"I knew it." Angela smiles.

"Too much information." Clark mumbles as he scurries past us. I hadn't realized he was within earshot.

Angela laughs. "I'm happy for you."

"Thanks." I smile. "Booth says we've been together for a month now, and he wants to celebrate."

The wheels in my head turn, fast. A sudden realization hits me and I begin to feel a tad anxious.

"I'm not accustomed to celebrating dates of supposed significance in my previous relationships except maybe birthdays. Is an exchange of gifts involved? I'm worried Booth has got me a gift and I have nothing to offer him in return."

"Oh sweetie, if Booth wants to have an excuse to pamper you for a day, then let him."

"So I shouldn't go buy him something?"

"You could give him an amazing blow-job later tonight. I'm sure he'll appreciate it as much as any gift you can give him."

She is suggesting I do something with Booth's hair?

"I don't know what that means."

Angela laughs as she walks away. "Why don't you ask him tonight?"

I make a metal note to do so.

I spend the morning identifying some remains in limbo. It is slightly past noon when I make my way to my office, wanting to work on a chapter of my latest book. I sit at my desk and rather than typing, find myself staring at a photograph of Booth and me.

It was taken at Angela's birthday party. Booth with his arms wrapped around me and myself leaning into him. We have broad smiles on our faces. I feel a tug at my heart. Before Booth, I didn't even know feelings like these little tugs were even possible. I find myself missing him already. I realise I had taken for granted that Booth and I would always be working in close proximity to each other. We are usually busy with cases, and even though we had mutually agreed that our romantic relationship would in no way affect out work, the fact that we're partners makes separation a rarity.

As if on cue, there's a knock my door. I half-expect it to be Booth. Instead it is a delivery man with a large bouquet of daffodils. I don't need to read the card to know that they're from Booth. I call him on his cell. He picks up on the second ring.

"Hey Bones."

"Hey Booth."

"I take it you received my flowers."

"Yes. Thank you."

"Like 'em?"

"Yes, very much."

"Good."

"I don't have anything for you." I feel a little guilty.

"You kidding me Bones? You've given me your heart. That's worth a million times more than any other gift you can give me."

"Booth?"

"Yes Bones?

"Angela said I should give you a blow-job in return."

I hear him laugh. "You already did. Last night."

"You mean perform fellatio?"

"Bones!"

"I'm alone in my office." I reassure Booth.

"I wouldn't mind if you did it again tonight."

"Sure." I smile. I hear him groan.

"What else do you have planned?" Curious about celebrating this anniversary thing.

"Dinner. I'm taking you out to dinner. Pick you up at six?"

"Ok."

"You had something to eat yet Bones?" Booth's usual question.

There's no point lying, he can always tell when I am. "No, but I will."

"Good."

I hear someone call his name in the background.

"Hang on Bones."

I hear a muffled conversation, "Hey Bones, I gotta go. Newbie here needs some help."

I hear a protest. I assume "Newbie" isn't really his colleague's name.

"Ok, I'll see you later."

"Sure thing Bones. And Bones? I love you."

I haven't said those three words to him yet. In contrast he has said it many times over to me.

"I know." That's my usual response to his declaration. He hangs up.

I know I feel immensely for Booth, and I know I don't want what we have to end. I want to give my whole self to him but there's the part of me who's always scared of being hurt, of being abandoned again. I know Booth would never do that to me, he has always promised he would never leave me but I still hang on to my almost irrational fear. And I'm always rational. This relationship with Booth while new and exciting has also proved to be confusing at times.

Do I love him? If by love one means to decide never to leave him, to always want him to be happy, then yes I love him. I just need time to get used to the sentiment before I can vocalize it to him. My heart just needs to convince my head that I can put all my trust in him before I can utter those words to him.

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Booth POV

We had an enjoyable evening at dinner. Towards the end of dinner, things started to get physical, and we could hardly keep our hands off each other. I would have taken her in the SUV, but I promised myself I would be a gentleman tonight. We are celebrating our anniversary afterall.

When we make it back to my apartment, our lips are locked and she has me pressed against my door. Our hands are hastily removing each other's clothing and her lips are attacking mine with a feistiness that drives me crazy.

I move a hand over her breast and I can feel her nipple straining against the thin fabric, crying for attention. I unhook her bra and toss it far from reach. I move my lips down her neck, planting gentle kisses on her breast before attaching my mouth to her nipple, sucking. My other hand moves to her other breast, kneading it.

Her moans of pleasure tells me how much she appreciates my actions. She slips her hands under my shirt, her hands on my bare skin always makes me weak in the knees. I grind my erection into her thigh, eager to relieve some of the pressure building inside of me.

Her cellphone rings.

"Leave it." I groan into her mouth.

"I can't." She disentangles herself from me. At least she sounds as disappointed as I am. "I'm expecting a call from my publisher."

"Can't it wait?" I give her my best puppy-eyed look.

"It'll only take a minute."

She takes the call in the kitchen. I sigh. I turn my attention to the pile of letters that has accumulated over the past two weeks. I have been practically living at Bones' apartment. Last night we decided on my place because I hadn't been home in a long time and needed to pick up my mail and more clothes.

I sift through my mail. Bills, bills, more bills. A letter catches my attention. With trembling hands I tear open the envelope. As I read the contents, I feel my heart being ripped to shreds. I know Bones' will be too. I don't have the heart to tell her, not tonight. We are supposed to be celebrating.

"Booth?" I hear her call out to me.

TBC....