CHAPTER. Chapter 5. Wonder and Answer

DISCLAIMER. There are many things I own, but Bones is not one of them. All characters belongs to Kathy Reichs, Hart Hanson and FOX.

You don't love a woman because she's beautiful. She is beautiful because you love her.
--Anon.

It had been a month now since Booth and I finally began our romantic relationship. Angela was right all along--well, she's always right when it comes to dating and relationships. She's like my brain for these things. I, of course, was always clueless when it comes to relationships, and I am truly thankful that I have Angela--my best friend--to help me along.

I was satisfied. No ecstatic that my relationship with Booth had evolved beyond just a partnership and friendship.

I was in love with him.

Oh god. Since when have I believed in love?

Right. Since I have been with Booth.

We are happy together. Well, I hope he is happy with me. I mean,does he still love me the way he did way back when?

He must be, right? If he didn't, then he would of left me ages ago.

Brennan, pull yourself together.

My hands were shaking slightly and my lower lip was caught between my teeth. I couldn't concentrate on my paperwork.

I placed my pen down and rubbed my face with my hands. I sat back and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath and exhaled, repeating the motion a few times.

"Sleeping on the job, are we?" a husky voice said right behind me.

I opened my eyes to see Booth standing over me, a smirk visible. He kissed my cheek and I gave a slight smile, trying to remove the hesitant look from my visage.

"No, just thinking." My voice seemed faltered.

He spun my chair around. "Are you ok, Bones?"

"I'm fine, Booth." Still faltered?

He kneeled down in front of me. "Bones, I can tell when you are lying. And right now, you are lying. Now please tell me what is wrong." He took my hands in his.

I looked down at our hands that were on my lap, biting my lower lip in the process.

"Why me Booth?" I could tell he was shocked by my question.

"Excuse me?" He arched an eyebrow.

I looked up at him. "Why did you choose me? You could have any woman in the world. I'm just some quirky, nerdy woman, who bosses you around and argues with you. Why did you pick me?" Tears were daring to fall, but I forced them not to.

"Temperance, please don't think of yourself like that. I don't ever want to hear you say that about yourself." He held my right cheek with his hand.

"But why Booth? Why me?"

"I chose you because you are strong, determined, affectionate, lovable, need I say more?"

I smiled. "No." He always seemed to make me smile.

He lifted my hand and kissed my fingers. A tingly sensation went through my fingers and to my spine, then all the way down to the tip of my toes. He always had some way in making my whole body tingle.

"So, do you still love me?" I pretty much already knew the answer for it, but just wanted to hear it come from his mouth.

He gave me an intense stare. His chocolate brown eyes seemed even darker than usual.

"Bones, what kind of question is that? Since when have I stopped loving you?" He kissed my palm. "Temperance, we have endured so much together. We've risked our own lives for each other. I have saved your life, and you have saved mine. We've been shot at, blown up, and almost killed together. And you are afraid I would stop loving you? Don't be silly, Bones. I will always love you, no matter what. Please don't doubt that, ever. Promise me that."

"I promise. Thank-you for loving me Booth." I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder, breathing in his scent at the same time.

"You're welcome, Temperance." He kissed my temple.

We stayed like that for a while. Just in that moment, I felt completely safe from the real world. I was shielded from the rotting victims, the psychopathic murders, and the feeling of being alone. He was my knight in shining armour, my hero, my everything.

Soon, we pulled away and he offered to help with the paperwork.

Yes, he is definitely my hero.

Sully wouldn't even dare help me with it. He would of let me suffer.

Ugh. Why am I even thinking about Sully? He was the rat bastard that verbally harassed me.

Why would I even consider allowing him back into my life?

He never gave me happiness. Maybe in satisfying my biological urges, yes, but otherwise, no.

Why am I even thinking about him? That officially ended like three and a half weeks ago.

Whatever. He's not in my life anymore. Nothing to worry about.

Ha! Take that Sully. That is happiness for you!

Smiling at each other, a few times here and there, we worked on my paperwork. Once we finished, it was approximately nine-thirty, and decided it was time for a late supper. After much discussion, we finally agreed to go to the Royal Diner for our meal. I neatly organized everything on my desk and shut down my computer.

"Hurry up, Bones!" he said from the doorway.

"Ok! I'm coming! Keep your tie on!" I said, as I went to get my purse.

"It's socks Bones, not tie. Nice try though." He grinned.

"Oh. Whatever." I waved it off and walked past him out the door.

"Wait." he said.

"What?" I said turning around. "I thought you said to--" I was silenced by his lips covering mine. His hand on my cheek, and the other on my back.

His lips were soft against mine, barely touching, just skimming. I was going to pull back, but I knew exactly that it was the last thing I want to do. So instead, I pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, and our bodies molded into one. My arms slowly glided up and around his neck and my fingers raked his hair. His tongue teased the corners of my lips, and I soon found them probing my mouth. Our tongues danced slowly and gently, as a quiet moan escaped my lips. Shortly, my legs started to melt and each kiss created a spark that shot down my spine.

Eventually, air became necessary for our survival.

I sighed. "What was that for?" I whispered, resting my forehead on his. We were both breathing heavily.

"For telling you that I love you." He smiled.

I returned his smile with my own. "I love you too."

He gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Now, there is a burger and a side of fries waiting for me. Oh, and pie!" He sounded so childish.

I laughed, took his hand, and walked with him out of the Jeffersonian.

The night was cool, cooler than usual for this time of year. A gentle breeze swept by, making the leaves on the ground rustle. My hair was gently tossed in the process as well, brushing over Booth's face. I laughed and he followed suit, as I pulled my hair back. Walking to the car was a pretty far walk because he decided to park at the farthest spot in the parking lot. The longer we walked, the colder it got, and sadly, I was only wearing a suit jacket over my olive green sundress. I had no idea why I wore a dress today. Stupid idea, Brennan. My right hand was the only warm spot, since he was holding it with his hand. He noticed I shivered and stopped. He took off his jacket and placed it over my shoulders, took my hand and continued walking.

He was only wearing a t-shirt. "Booth, you're going to catch a cold! Take back you jacket. I'll be fine." I was scolding him.

"Temperance, you were shivering. I'm fine. You need it more than I do. Just accept it. No 'buts'." He waved a finger in front of my face, a smile grazing his lips.

"Fine. Thank-you." I could help but smile. "But don't complain to me when you get a cold or something."

"You're welcome, and I won't."

We reached his SUV and got into our respectable sides, as always, I couldn't drive. I buckled up as he started the engine and fiddled with the radio knob, trying to get to a preferable song.

The ride was verbally silent, in a pleasant way. Silent. Only car screeches, radio tunes, and the tapping of Booth's finger on the steering wheel.

Inside the diner, at our usual table, we ordered and started our daily dose of small talk. I had a salad with mashed potatoes and Booth ordered his burger and fries. Occasionally, I would steal a fry from his plate as he ate his burger, hopefully gone unnoticed by him. Though each time, he caught my finger, kissed it and escorted it back to my personal space with a smile.

"Bones, would you like to come with me and Parker to Hodgins and Angela's barbeque on Saturday?"

"Booth, it's 'Parker and I', and why are you asking me? I'm already going." I quirked my eyebrow.

"No. Bones, I mean, Parker and I as your 'dates'." He air quoted the word 'dates'.

He ordered a slice of blueberry pie.

"How can Parker be my date? I can understand you being my date because we are in a relationship, but Parker is only a child."

Where does Booth get these ideas from? I wondered.

I decided to overlook the thought.

He chuckled, as I watched as Jill, our waitress, came over with his slice of pie. She settled the plate in front of him, smiled at us, and left.

He poked the tip of my nose. "Bones, I mean as your escorts."

"Oh." Boy I'm stupid. How did I not think of that?

"Yes. Sure. I would love to have two of the most handsome guys I know accompany me to the barbeque." I smirked.

He wiped his mouth with a napkin. The pie plate was already clean. How does that man eat pie so fast?

"So you think I am handsome, eh?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and leaned forward towards me.

"Yes. I think you are really handsome." I grinned.

Back at my apartment, I dropped keys into the dish and tossed my suit jacket on the couch. He was wearing his jacket once again.

I felt the heat radiating from Booth, knowing his body was centimetres away from mine. He came closer and gently spun me around. He flicked off the light and surrounded us in darkness. Old Spice. It was emitting from his body.

His left hand slid down the curve of my waist and rested itself on my left hip. His other hand stroked my hair, letting his fingers slide through my auburn curls without hesitation.

My goosebumps were burning. My stomach was doing cartwheels. My brain pounding with wonderful sensations.

How could this man do this too me?

I felt his lips brush against mine. Crushing down hard.

I kissed back with as much enthusiasm, tilting my head up to deepen the kiss a bit more.

My hands rested on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

I could feel the zipper on the back of my sundress, slip down, and a slight chill came in contact with my back.

Both of his warm hands slid to the straps of my dress, lifting them over my shoulder. I lowered my arms.

Seconds later, my olive sundress pooled around my ankles.

All previous thoughts of mine, disappeared, and I fumbled with his shirt.

My free gift for you: A piece of blueberry pie.
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