Author's Note: I'm writing this from Tennessee, where I'm staying with my grandparents for a few days. My grandmother was kind enough to let me borrow her computer, so that's how you get this new chapter so soon. It's a little shorter than the others, but full of B/B fluff. It's from Booth's POV this time, but in third person. It will go back to Brennan in upcoming chapters. Thanks again for all the reviews and alerts!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, and although I sometimes become extremely annoyed by it, I never will.

The first thing he was aware of, when he began to stir, was a slight weight against the side of his left leg. The next thing he knew, pain began to spread across the lower half of his back.

He bent forward, one hand rubbing the small of his back. The blanket that had been draped over him fell to his legs, and he blinked groggily. He couldn't remember putting a blanket on before he dozed off.

Whatever was leaning against his leg shifted, and he looked down to find her asleep on the floor next to him, her head resting on the side of his knee. He smiled softly as he gazed down at her, even as memories of their argument the evening before flooded his brain.

She'd come back. He had wanted to go after her, but with Parker here, that was nearly impossible. He didn't know what had happened to bring her back to him-she was the type to hold a grudge over something for days, and would ignore the person in question for at least that long. And at the moment, he didn't care. She was back with him, and that was all that mattered.

She shifted again, obviously trying to find a more comfortable position. Her head fell from his knee onto the cushion of the armchair, and he eased himself out of it, his back protesting his every move.

He knelt down in front of her and reached out, brushing a lock of hair from her face before he could stop himself. She looked so peaceful when she slept; the world of bones and murder didn't extend here often.

She turned toward his touch, and her hand came up to cover his own. Her eyes fluttered open, and she gave him a watery smile that faded as quickly as it came.

"I'm sorry, Booth." She whispered, her voice loud in the silence of the room. Even in the dim light, he could see that her eyes were shining with tears. "I didn't mean any of what I said."

"I know you didn't, Bones." He replied, his thumb gently wiping away a tear that had managed to escape.

"Do you forgive me?" She asked, her voice cracking. More tears fell from her eyes, and he moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to him. She stiffened for only a second before she relaxed against him, returning his embrace and burying her head in his shoulder.

"Of course I do." He said, rubbing her back to try and help soothe her. What had been a few tears soon turned into muffled sobs, her tears leaking through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. A few seconds later, he heard her mumble something incoherent, her lips lightly brushing against his shoulder.

"What was that, Bones?" He asked, looking down at her. She lifted her head from his shoulder to meet his gaze, her eyes still swimming with unshed tears.

"I don't want to lose you." She repeated, her words barely audible. He felt his chest tighten, and tears began to prick at the corners of his eyes.

"You're not going to lose me." He promised her, taking her face in his hands.

"You can't promise something like that." She said, the logical and rational side coming of her even under moments of emotional distress. "It's impossible to keep a promise like that."

"Fine. Then I promise you that I'll do whatever the hell it takes to make sure that I get back on that plane in six months." He answered, feeling the urge to kiss her come back stronger than before. It would be wildly inappropriate to do something like that now, when she was hurting, when they were both hurting. It just wasn't right.

And yet, when he lowered his head to brush his lips against hers, it felt more right than he'd ever imagined. Their lips met for barely a second, something that could barely be called a kiss, but it was more powerful than anything he'd ever experienced.

He began to pull away, not wanting to startle her more than he probably already had, but she must have had different ideas. Grabbing his t-shirt, she pulled him back to her, lips crashing down onto his own.

When they finally broke apart, chests heaving from lack of oxygen, they were both in shock. He didn't believe that she would have done something like that, and she couldn't believe what she had felt.

"Bones?" This probably wasn't the right time to ask that question, but then again, he thought it hadn't been the right time to kiss her, and look how that turned out. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yes." She replied, untangling her hands from the folds of his shirt.

"Will you, um, go on a date with me?"

"What? You mean, in six months?" She questioned, her brow furrowing in confusion.

"No, tonight."

"What about Parker?" She asked, looking down at her hands folded in her lap. "Don't you have him Sunday night, too?"

"Rebecca won't let me, if you can believe that." He watched her as she thought over his proposition, practically able to see the wheels turning in her head.

"Yes, Booth, I would like to go on a date with you." Her answer made a huge grin spread over his face, and she smiled almost shyly in return.

He looked over at the clock to find that it was almost three in the morning. "Geez, Bones, we should get some sleep."

"I can take the couch." She said, as she began to stand and make her way over there.

"No, you shouldn't. You could stay with me, if you like." When he saw her smile fade, he knew that he had overstepped his boundaries. It was enough that she was going on a date with him, wasn't it? Why did he suddenly have to go and add that invitation to the list?

"I'm sorry." She said, shaking her head. "But, I think the couch is fine for tonight."

"I understand, Bones. Good night."

"Good night, Booth." With that, he turned and headed into his bedroom. Slipping beneath the sheets into his empty bed, he sighed. It had been so long since he had shared it with anyone, and it looked like now would be no different.