As usual, I own nothing. Congratulation to Emily Deschanel, or as a fellow writer said, Mrs. Hornsby.
The song is "Save me from myself", by Christina Aguilera. It's a wonderful song, and I believe it reflects much of Brennan's personality, and what Booth has done for her emotionally over the years.
Reviews have been low, but I thank those who have taken the time to drop me a line from the bottom of my heart. It is for you that I haven't given up.
I think we still have one or two chappies… But you'll be the ones to decide…
Anyway, here we go…
The drive to her place was filled with silence, but for the first time ever since they were back, it wasn't filled with awkwardness. It was no longer filled with the words they were too scared to say, because now they knew their chance at forever, at Eventually was finally here.
Seeing the tiredness etched on her beautiful face made his heart ache, having the confirmation he was the reason behind all of her distress, and he gently led her to his SUV, seeing the glint of hope start to shine in her saddened eyes, a glint that was even more visible the moment he dared grab a hold of her hand, and entwined their fingers, and instead of finding the reluctant response that would be so characteristic of her, she just played with their hands, keeping them tightly clasped together, sealing their bond and making it into the something more they had craved for. And it made his heart tug even more painfully when despite the fact that she was almost asleep against the headrest of her seat, she didn't let go of him, not for a second.
Aw, baby, I'll never let go of you either, ever, was his only thought on his mind as he stared at her.
She wasn't as asleep as he thought since the moment he put the car in park, she tiredly opened her eyes and asked, "Are we home already?", he smiled tenderly at how beautiful she looked, that little girl look that softened every single feature, her vulnerability igniting every single protective instinct in him, knowing he would always protect her from harm.
"We are home", he said, and opened his door. When he was at the other side, she had already unbuckled her seatbelt, but he could clearly see she was waiting for him to get her door, and he smiled even more, knowing she was letting him have those tiny bits her feminist side would have readily refuse, aware she was letting him know she was finally "all in", as he had so badly desired.
He walked them slowly, not wanting to rush her in view of her exhaustion, and again, she just leaned her head on his shoulder as he led them to her elevator. Her doorman smiled gently at them, a knowing glimmer in his eyes, one Booth was certain he would see a lot of in the upcoming days. He wasn't a fool, so he would never deny he didn't know many people were waiting for this to happen.
He had sensed Cam's disapproval of Hannah, not because of her own person, but because as his longtime friend, she knew Hannah was just his pitiful attempt to forget about the woman he truly loved. She had even met them at the Founding Fathers, and the moment Hannah excused herself and went to the restroom, Cam's only words had been "You're a one-woman man, Seeley. I'm not going to tell you not to try and rebuild you life, but I think we both know you well enough to truly know where your heart lies, and it's not with the woman who just left the table". Wisest words that never been spoken, because Cam knew all of his layers, and in his heart there wasn't a single doubt she only meant what was best for him.
And no matter what, the best for him was the woman so trustingly perched on the side of his body.
After the short ride in the elevator, and the walk to her place, he didn't even wait for her to look for her keys. They had traded keys a long while ago, in case of an emergency, and he just searched for his keychain, finding the silver plated key that now meant all doors of her life were open to him. She just burrowed her face against his neck further, making his body feel alight with a joy he had never known before.
He took her purse and laptop and placed them on the designated place on her shelf, and led her to her couch, again kneeling before her and removing her heels, lightly caressing her delicate feet, her eyes filled with tired satisfaction at his tenderness. But how he wished he could see that look on her face for the rest of his life, but again it seemed time for hoping was over, and he could get to work on his reality.
When her feet were bare, he caressed her ankles, and said, "Wait here, ok?", she nodded, and he guessed she was too exhausted to argue. He straightened his body and walked towards her bedroom, but not without pressing a loving kiss against her forehead before walking away, enjoying the breathy sigh that left her lips, bringing a smile to her lips, knowing she was wondering what he was about to do, but trusting him enough to know he was only aiming to care for her as she so badly needed.
He entered his room, and closed his eyes briefly as he enjoyed the smell that filled his nostrils. A combination of watermelon and citrus that ignited every cell. Knowing time was of the essence, he entered her bathroom.
It was neat, as everything in her place, and it had those intimate touches that had always marveled him. It was a large bathroom, the shower stall standing alone as her bathtub was placed right next to it, the black marble contrasting with the perfect white of the ceramic on her walls. Feminine products standing neatly organized in marble shelves, attesting to how despite her busy schedule, she made time to indulge into her girlish side. He knew Angela was the one behind it, having witnessed how, from time to time, Angela practically dragged her to those spa places, particularly when she knew there was case after case, stealing their energies and draining their minds.
He bent and opened the tap for the hot water, and his eyes roamed the room, smiling in triumph when he found what he was searching for. He read a bit, and following the instructions, dropped 2 silvery lavender pearls in the steaming water, his nostrils enjoying the soft scent emanating from the water, and when he deemed the temperature was too hot, he opened the cold water until it turned a pleasant warm he knew wouldn't harm her flawless skin.
He closed the taps, and set everything in place: he placed her hair products within easy reach, he found 4 candles which he assumed she used whenever she meant to relax and lit them, he was about to fold a towel when he noticed one of those bath pillows and set it in place, and at the edge of her tub, he placed 2 large fluffy towels at the side and hung her bathrobe by the nook above the tub. Finally pleased with the result, he walked towards the living room, his eyes softening when he found her on her side, practically asleep in a position he knew was anything but comfortable.
He crouched again in front of her, and tenderly brushed her bangs from her forehead, loving how young they made her look, but at the same time, missing a bit those long curls he had always itched to touch.
"Baby", he jostled her gently, "Wake up, it's time for your bath", he smiled at her sleepy grumble, and confused reply,
"Bath?", she asked, and he nodded, seeing her sleepy eyes open on him, the shade so much darker than he was used to, making him marvel at the depth and beauty of them.
"Yes, bath. You're exhausted, and tense. A bath will help you. Everything is ready. You just go there, relax for a while, and I'll cook something healthy, and non-meaty for you", seeing her about to argue, he raised his hand, and halted her protest, "Baby, you've lost weight. Let me take care of you. When I'm done, I'll even tuck you in", he saw her eyes brighten with emotion, the glimmer of tears starting to appear.
"Why are you so nice to me? Whatever did I do to deserve you, Booth?", she said softly, her voice filled with love and awe, and he inhaled deeply before replying.
"You were you, beautiful. And you deserve the world, as far as I'm concern, so chop chop, before your bath gets icy and we miss the entire point of the exercise", her lips curved in another tired smile, and she let him haul her to her feet.
He slowly walked her to the room and into her bathroom. He could see her eyes widen at the picture before her, and she turned grateful eyes at him, filled with emotion, "Booth, you didn't have to do this", he shook his head, and standing right behind her, he just bent his head a little and pressed a kiss against her shoulder, making her gasp softly, "Anything for my girl. I'll let you get ready, and I'll come here in a little while. Enjoy", pressing another kiss, he turned on his wheels and closed the door behind him. Knowing how exhausted she truly was, he would have wanted to help her out of her clothes, but he didn't think he could stand the sight of her naked body without reacting like the caveman she attested he was. That was why he had set her bathrobe close. He didn't think he could go through her drawers and find those silky night clothes he knew she favored, since he already had proof. When he used to come first time in the morning, and he woke her up, she always opened her door using those silky robes that clung to every curve, making him salivate, feeding him more material for his nighttime fantasies.
So, with that thought in mind, he walked towards her kitchen, and busied himself in the safety that cooking provided. He found a healthy stack of vegetables, and opening her cupboards he found all sorts of spices. Finding what he needed, he cooked her something stir-fryish, but light on the condiments so her stomach wouldn't get upset at the heavy food at this hour of the night. He tasted it, and very pleased with the results, he opened her fridge again, knowing he would find a bottle of her favorite wine. He opened her drawers, found the corkscrew and opened it, knowing it had to breathe a little before being served. He turned the burner off, and after setting the table, he washed his hands, dried them and set to walk to her room.
He stood in front of her bathroom door, and knocked softly, "Bones, bath time is over", he said playfully, "Food is ready". He waited a few moments for a response, but there was none. "Bones? I can hear your stomach rumbling all the way down here", he teased, knowing a remark like that would create a response, but still there was only silence. Inhaling, he thought of his options. He didn't want to break her rest, but he knew she had to get out. Half an hour had passed and the water must be getting cold.
He tried the doorknob, and it gave way easily, which he guessed it would since he had been the one to lock it behind him as he exited earlier.
His breath caught in his throat at the picture before him: her head was thrown back, exposing her long, supple neck to his eyes, eyes closed. His eyes then roamed to her chest, the bubbles still clinging to her skin, making it seem luminous and shiny. He took in the steady rise and fall of her chest, and he then realized she was deeply asleep. He took the chance to admire her, and he shook his head. How could she be any more beautiful to him? His chest ached at the thought of waking her from her peaceful slumber, which he could see she needed so badly, the lines of fatigue partially erased from her face in the depth of her sleep.
He approached the bathtub softly, and let out a relieved sigh as he noticed the bubbles were still covering her body, a part of him longing for the full sight of her, but still reluctant to indulge in that pleasure until it was time, until they both could share their bodies fully.
He touched her shoulder gently, and shook her tenderly, "Baby, wake up", he said, and he could see her inhale deeply before opening dark blue pools on him, a tender, exhausted smile on her lips as she stared at him, and she huskily said, "Booth".
It was lucky she was half asleep, otherwise she would have run for the hills at the lusty glimmer than entered his eyes. How he wished he could drown in that breathy moan, wondering how he could play her body to make it again, and for him alone.
"Bones, baby, you need to get out. The water must be getting cold, and your food awaits", he charmingly said. She moved her toes, and noticed that indeed the water was losing its warmth and it was just starting to become chilly. But she had felt so relaxed in the warm water, and sleep had overcome her, now knowing her place wasn't an empty shell. She had closed her eyes basking in the knowledge that Booth was finally taking care of her in the way she had longed for, and the safety the thought provided was what finally allowed her to let her walls down, and surrender to the exhaustion and pull of peaceful sleep.
When she heard his voice, the vice part of her told her she was dreaming, but the warmth that emanated from his large hand couldn't be mistaken. He was here, for her, and her eyes took in the sight of him, tall, glorious and just plain amazing.
"It is, indeed", she replied, and the moment she started straightening her body in the tub, he quickly spun around, making her chuckle, knowing he didn't want to see her naked. She could have taunted him, assuming it was because of his prudish tendencies. But this time had shown her it wasn't because he was a prude, but because he wanted to cherish the moment when he could finally share his body with hers, and enjoy in the feeling of finally being one with her. So she held back from teasing him, and standing with a tired groan, she stood, and grabbed the fluffy towels, one around her wet hair, and bent to dry her body.
He couldn't see, but he definitely could hear, and the sounds of the water lapping against her skin were too much for him. He couldn't stop his fevered mind from creating the most luscious images of her, water cascading through every curve, caressing her skin, and he had to resort, as usual, to recite saints' names to fight the impending response of his body to everything that involved Temperance Brennan.
When she was nice and dry, she stepped from the tub, and it was funny how fast he stepped away, sensing her body´s closeness to his, taking 5 purposeful strides from her. She hid her scoff, and sat on the edge of her tub, drying her calves and feet. She knew what it must have been doing to him, and she loved him even more for that. Another male would have pounced on her.
She remembered Sully, who wouldn't wait for her to be done before dragging her to bed, even if he knew she was exhausted by the cases. She remembered Peter, who never respected her need to be alone sometimes. She remembered every guy who just simply put their needs before hers, and seeing the tension in Booth's back, knowing he was holding back his desire for her just to take care of her, made her heart jump and ache.
She discarded the towel, and took the bathrobe, enjoying the feeling of the fluffy material against her skin, protecting her from the slightly chilly air. As she was releasing her damp hair from the towel, she said, "I'm ready, you can look".
He turned around, and faced her, and again, his lungs had to fight for air. He knew she knew what his reactions were to this situation, and for once hadn't made fun of him or taunted him. She knew one look at her, and his resolve would crumble like a house of cards, but she had understood that what he wanted, needed, right now was to care for her, and show her he was there for real. But nothing could have prepared him for this.
Of course, he had seen her first thing in the morning, face scrubbed clean, and hair deliciously rumpled from sleep. But seeing her like this, skin luminous, smelling like every delicious thing he knew, hair damp and dark against her ivory skin, eyes bright and skin rosy with the warmth of the water she had just vacated, he wanted to pounce on her. He truly did. But he assuaged the beast, telling himself he would indulge in all those thoughts when the time was right, which he knew wouldn't be far. They were both ready.
She couldn't fight the shiver that ran through her at the predatory look in his eyes. And her feminine side was delighted that wrapped in a simply fluffy bathrobe and her skin, it seemed she looked as beautiful to him as she did in her fanciest attires.
"There you are", he said, huskily, and it didn't get pass either of them the desire lacing his voice.
"Here I am, Booth", she simply replied, and she decided she was the one who had to lighten the mood and break them both from their trance. If this what a bath was doing, she didn't imagine what they could be like in bed, "Did I hear something about food?
He smiled proudly at her, "Indeed. I promised, and I always deliver. Put on something warmer, and meet me in the kitchen", she nodded, and he hastily exited her bathroom.
This time she couldn't fight her chuckle, and she entered her room, noticing he had closed it behind him. She shook her head in amusement, and went to her closet. She found a pair of cotton pj's. No matter how cold she was, her skin was so delicate she couldn't stand the feel of something thicker against her body. That's why she favored silk and cotton, they didn't feel abrasive. There were lavender, the pants reached her calves, brushing her skin, and the top had a lacy trim on the edge, with a bow to be tied at the middle of her breasts, giving a tantalizing, yet chaste look to her breasts.
She brushed her hair, untangling the knots, and decided to let it loose to dry.
She put on a pair of lavender socks, with bows that matched her top. Taking one look at herself, she smiled. She didn't look precisely sexy, but she looked… what would Angela say? Cute? Innocent? It would have to do anyway.
She exited her room, and the moment she opened her door, her nostrils were hit with the smell of something delicious.
She smiled and found him pouring wine, plates of steaming food already set on the table.
"You didn't have to do all of this", she said, and he raised his eyes, his breath catching yet again. She looked so perfect, so ethereal…
"Anything for you, Bones", she smiled widely, and he helped her to her chair, sitting in front of her.
It's not so easy loving me
It gets so complicated
All the things you've gotta be
Everything's changin
But you're the truth
I'm amazed by all your patience
Everything I put you through
They shared mindless conversation. She asked about Parker, enjoying how happy he looked whenever they talked about his son.
Before they knew it, they had finished their meals, and both felt perfectly satisfied. Halting her protests, saying he would take care of everything, he took their plates to the sink, and starting rinsing them.
She decided to ask the question nagging her, and she hesitantly said, her courage coming from the fact that she was facing his back, "Did Parker… did Parker take to Hannah? Did he… like her?".
He heard the hesitation and the doubt in her voice. He knew she was aware any woman who entered a relationship with him had to be Parker-approved. His son was gentle, loving, he certainly had inherited his people skills, but as kind and polite he had been towards Hannah, Booth knew Parker had never accepted her fully.
One day, when he had taken Parker to the park for their "father-son exclusive time", between throws of the ball, he had asked Parker if he liked Hannah for his girlfriend. Parker had taken his time to answer, but when he did, Booth knew Parker would settle for her if he felt that´s what his father wanted, but that he knew she wasn't the one to make his dad truly happy.
"She's nice, Dad", he had said, but Booth had seen Parker's reluctance to answer his question, and he knew they needed to sit down and have a serious conversation. So when Parker threw the ball back at him, Booth held on to it, and gave his son the look they both knew meant they had to really open to each other.
They rested their backs against the tree trunk, enjoying how the slight chill of the fall cooled their exercise-heated bodies, and Booth brushed Parker's curls, enjoying how they felt against his hand. His boy was growing too fast, and he relished these moments of silent companionship.
"Bub, you know you can tell me anything, right?", Parker just nodded, but still didn't speak, "I want you to tell me how you truly feel. You're the most important thing in the world to me. No one, no one could take your place in my heart, ok?", Parker nodded again, "I want you to open to me. I know Hannah is sort of new and you're not used to seeing me with someone for so long…", he saw Parker's frown, and instantly asked, "Hey, bub, what's wrong?"
Parker sighed, and said, "That's not true", Booth replied, a frown on his face, "What's not true? You know I love you more than anything Bub", he said, and Parker shook his head.
"Not about that, Daddy", it warmed his heart whenever his son called him daddy. He was growing so fast, and of course, he was trying to show he was growing into a very big boy, favoring "dad" over "daddy". "I know you do love me. I have no doubts, but… I have seen you with someone for long", at Booth's confusion, he clarified, "With Bones. She was always around. Since Hannah came, you two don't hang out that much anymore".
"Bub, it's only normal. Bones is my friend, but Hannah is my girlfriend", he said, and Parker seemed to think, "So it's because you don't want her to be jealous of Bones?", Booth was very surprised, but he shouldn't have, knowing how bright his son truly was.
"Parks…", he sighed, "I mean, it's not because of that. When you have a relationship with someone, you spend time with them over other people", he said, and Parker frowned again. "Bub, what is it?"
"It's just…", his boy turned pleading brown eyes, and Booth's heart crumpled at his son's obvious despair, "When you're with Bones, you smile more. Now, I see you try to be happy, but I can tell you're sad. Hannah is pretty and all, but Daddy…", he seemed hesitant, "Don't you care for Bones anymore? She only has us to make her happy", Booth's heart filled with pride at how caring Parker was, and deep inside, it warmed him to know she had such a huge place in his heart.
"Of course I do. But… She decided she'd rather be friends with me, and she needed time and space, bub", Parker seemed to ponder the new information before he smiled reassuringly at Booth, "Don't worry, Daddy. She'll come around", and those words coming from his little boy gave him a sparkle of hope that helped him cope with everything going on.
And now he could see what his son had meant. In his heart, Booth knew the only Parker would accept was their Bones, and now everything was finally falling into place.
Breaking himself out of his memories, he answered her question, "Parker… I mean, he dealt with it. I mean, he thought she was pretty, but I guess he knew she wasn´t "the one" for me. I think in his eyes the only choice for me… was you", her blue eyes sparkled and he could see them getting moist.
"Really?", she choked out, voice filled with emotion and awe, he nodded, and clasped her hand in his, "Really. We Booth men are bound to love only one woman. And that woman is you. He… He gave me hope, that one day you would see what we could be. He adores you, Bones. He truly does. And he'll be thrilled that you´re finally "our girl", he finished and moved his other hand to wipe a tear that fell down her porcelain skin.
"How could he love me? I'm not good with children", she said, and he moved his chair, so he was closer to her.
"You've labeled yourself as that, but that's not true. Remember Andy? How comfortable he looked around you, how he fell asleep in your arms, how he would only take his bottle if it was you feeding him? And Parker… I could see how patient you were, explaining things to him in a way he could understand, how you didn't make him feel like a child, but instead filled him with confidence in what he could be, in what he could do. You're more capable of love than anyone I've met, but you've spent your life fearing that people are going to hurt you. And you have facts to prove it. But I'm here, baby", he said, brushing her cheek, enjoying how she leaned against his touch, resting her head against his palm, her soft skin contrasting to his calloused fingers, as always a contrast that melted to create a beautiful whole, "I'm here to stay. When they were going to take me to surgery, and I told you to take my stuff for a kid, I knew, without a doubt, that you would be the best mom ever. If I said no it's because I wanted it all. Bones… it has hurt me too much being away from my kid, but I've learned to deal, even if it kills me sometimes to miss so much. But being away from my child, from OUR child, when I love you this much… That would definitely be the end of me", they both knew he needed to say this, "Bones… That dream I had… The thought of seeing you swell with our baby, knowing it was our love which put it there… It was overwhelming… I didn't want to wake… Feeling loved by you, feeling your body…", his voice turned husky and filled with need, "Being inside you, making love to you… I couldn't deny it anymore. That's why I was so desperate that night at the Hoover. I've craved you for so long", she let him embrace her, feeling him inhale against her neck, as if she was water and he was in the desert.
When I'm about to fall
Somehow you're always waitin
with your open arms to catch me
You're gonna save me from myself
from myself, yes
You're gonna save me from myself
"Me too, Booth. I wrote that book, and when I finished, I realized I wouldn't be able to turn away from what I felt. That night…", she said, and her eyes filled with more tears. He nudged he, and she understood what he was asking. So she let him place her on his laps, his strong arms wrapped around her like a security blanket, making her feel safe and loved. "After recalling how bad things were for us at the beginning, I was afraid. I don't ever want you to be hurt on my behalf, even if I now see the flaw in my reasoning. I turned you down, and I hurt you. Booth…", she said longingly, staring in his eyes, shining with love, love for her. "I never meant for you to think that your love wasn't enough for me. I never knew what it meant for me to see myself through your eyes, but when I realized I couldn't think of my life without you in it, knowing one day you would want more… I'm so sorry I brought you so much pain", and he could see how sad she was that they had to go through so much to reach this place.
He raised one hand, and placed it at the nape of her neck, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb, amazed that her skin was indeed as soft as it looked, "You don't have to be sorry. I always knew you needed time, and I couldn't rush you, but I was so heartbroken… Remembering how it felt like to kiss you, to hold you in my arms, willingly, how much passion I could feel from you… I ached for that. And when you turned me down…", he shook his head, but still didn't tear his eyes from her blue gaze, "I thought I had lost my chance at happiness. Then I found Hannah, and I realized I could still feel something. Not what I felt, what I feel for you, but it was second best. Bones… My beautiful Bones", he said, staring at her face in what could be described as disbelief she was like this, in his arms, her heart in her eyes, only for him, "When I saw those 30, 40, 50 years… I only imagined them with you. I imagined our children, I imagined a boy who looked like me, and a beautiful girl with your eyes, your brains, your hair", he said, caressing the still damp curls, "I imagined a life of bickering, of fights over who's driving, I imagined lazy Sundays, making love until we passed out from exhaustion", her cheeks turned that adorable shade of pink he loved, "I imagined you, pregnant, looking more beautiful than any woman has a right to be. I saw you sitting in a rocking chair, holding our baby, singing him or her to sleep. I saw all of that. I want all of that. But most of all, I want you to know no matter how little you think of yourself, to me, you are the world, you are MY world, Temperance", he said, knowing her given name would actually tell her how serious he was, "When Pam Noonan shot me, my only thought was that no one, no one could hurt what was mine. Because you are mine as much as I am yours. I belong to you, and I can only hope you want me this way", he said, and her only response was laying her head on his shoulder, her hand making idle patterns on his chest, his arms wrapped firmly around her smaller frame, keeping her in his lap, holding her to the Earth.
"I do, Booth. I do. I do want that. I want it with you. I don't know if I'll be able to give you that, but I want to try and make you happy. I never wanted to have that with anyone else. That's why I didn't, couldn't leave with Sully. The thought of not seeing you every single day, the mere idea of you not being there to hold me when everything got too difficult… I couldn't deal. I know Gordon Gordon told us it was because I couldn't live a live without purpose. But I guess he knew that what I couldn't live without was you. I'm sorry I ran from this for so long, that it seemed that I was throwing all those men in your face, when you were the best, you are the best of them all. There's no way I can compare them. You… You are unique to me, Seeley", she also decided to use his given name so he didn't doubt the degree of what she was promising.
My love is tainted by your touch
Cuz some guys have shown me aces
But you've got that royal flush
I know it's crazy everyday
Well tomorrow may be shaky
But you never turn away
Her eyes filled with tears, but she smiled so he knew those weren't sad tears, but very happy ones, that there were the result of the emotion that was threatening to overwhelm her, "I never knew… I could love someone the way… the way I love you, and I still don't know how you could love me. I'm not easy to love, and proof of that is how much I've hurt you. That's what scares me, because even if I trust completely you'll never leave, I'm afraid I'll drive you away", she said, biting her lower lip.
Don't ask me why I'm cryin
Cuz when I start to crumble
You know how to keep me smilin
You always save me from myself
from myself, myself
You're gonna save me from myself
"Bones…", he sighed, holding her to him more tightly if possible, "You'll never drive me away. Yes, we'll fight. We bicker way too much not to. We'll disagree, on small things, on the important things, but what matters is that either of us vows not to run, but to share what we're feeling. To speak the truth, to trust each other, as we have trusted each other with our lives, with our friendship. The only thing that I need is for you not to shut me out, to keep me outside. If you're going to build a wall, I want to be with you on the other side of that wall, to hold you, and let you know you don't have to be strong because I'll always catch you, I won't let you fall".
I know it's hard, it's hard
But you've broken all my walls
You've been my strength, so strong
His tenderness, his obvious security in his love for her, empowered her own, and she said against the skin of his neck, "Even if I can't trust myself fully, I trust you, and I promise, no matter what happens, I'll love you always. You've made me better, and despite what I said that night, it was you who changed me, Booth", she said, her voice breathless, making him shiver and his body grow taut with need for her, "I want it all. I want everything. But only if it's with you".
"Temperance", he said, kissing the crown of her hair, "I will spend my entire lifetime making sure we have it. As long as I'm breathing. I knew, Bones. Right from the moment I saw you on that podium, that you would change everything, that you would become my all", he said, inhaling her clean, tantalizing smell, "And you did. You are my all. The best is still to come", she nodded at his words.
"Booth?", she asked, and he replied, "Yes, baby?"
"Teach me".
And don't ask me why I love you
It's obvious your tenderness
Is what I need to make me
a better woman to myself
to myself, myself
You're gonna save me from myself