A/N: Ok, sorry for the slight delay guys. Life got busy on me there for awhile. But, at last, here is *drum roll* THE TALK!
But before we get to that, I just need to thank all my wonderful readers once more. Ninety reviews, guys. Ninety! That's how many wonderful, exciting messages I had in my inbox from these past two chapters. Which means that you all are officially the best readers in the world! It also meant I was slower about replying. =/ Sorry about that part. But seriously, thank you. It means so much!
Alright, so this chapter is just B/B. Make sure you pay attention to the time stamps, because they're the only real structure the story has as far as timing. I hope you all enjoy their all night conversation. I enjoyed writing it! =)
Thank you once again to Nyre the Black Rose and Cathmarchr who both provided invaluable insights for this chapter. You guys are the best!
Note the change in rating - now Teen for some sexual content.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
8:30
She was staring up at the sky, dotted by the few stars that were visible through the city lights, her arms wrapped around her body. His eyes traced over the line of her strong jaw, the sweet swing of her hair against her shoulder, the dip of her waist, the length of her leg.
The familiar longing to touch her overcame him, followed by the somewhat startling revelation that it appeared he could do exactly that.
Stepping forward, he laid his hands on her shoulders, sliding them down her arms as he turned her to face him. Her smile was infectious and he returned it. His hands dropped to her waist, holding her in place as he looked down at her.
He drew in a shaky breath as her hands travelled up his abdominals, across his chest to his shoulders. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation, and when he felt her mouth on his for the third, fourth, even fifth time that night, he was suddenly lost in the sensation. He returned her kiss even as, within him, awe warred with caution and desire grappled with fear.
"Bones," He finally murmured against her mouth. "We have to wait." He told her, slowing his response and dropping light kisses on her lips and cheek. "You're killing me here."
"Metaphorically, I hope." She said quietly, her eyes still half-closed.
"Yeah." He said, chuckling before growing serious again as he tucked her hair away from her face and looked down into her open, but clouded eyes. "I want to keep kissing you, but I can't. Not when I don't know what's happening here. Not before we've talked."
"I don't know what to say." She confessed, resting her forehead against his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, pressing a kiss into her hair.
"It's ok if you don't have it all figured out right now, Bones. We have plenty of time and there's no pressure." He held her for another moment, tightening his arms around her once before releasing her. "Wait here."
He went back to the car and fished out the blanket that they had used during their weekend picnic with Parker and he spread it out on the grass, not far from where it had last been spread. Her eyes were on him when he looked back at her and he held out his hand. "Come on over." He said, smiling at her. Relaxing her. She might be the genius, but he learned quickly too. Last year he had pushed her, scared her. This time he would let her be in control.
She walked towards him, taking his outstretched hand and allowing him to pull her down onto the blanket. He pulled her close, allowing room for her between his legs, her back against his chest, his arms around her waist, his face in her hair. He breathed her in, still amazed that this intimate contact was allowed. More than allowed, from the way she dropped her head back on to his shoulder and rested her hands on his thighs.
He took a chance and pressed a kiss on her neck. Then another. Her scent washed over him, intoxicating him and he struggled to think clearly. "The thing about talking, Bones, is that sometimes its easier if you just start." He said, resting his chin on her shoulder. "It doesn't matter where, you just have to start somewhere and trust that the important stuff will find its way out."
"That seems… inefficient." She said, turning her head and looking up at him.
He shrugged. "If you'd rather, we can just get down to it. You can tell me what you've decided you want." He felt the tension pour back into her and knew he'd made his point. Inefficient won out over terrifying any day.
"So we just start talking? About anything?" She asked, retreating slightly.
"Sure, Bones, about anything."
9:17
"So I informed Miss Wick that despite the import of the find we had made, it was socially unacceptable, intellectually degrading, and simply abrasive for her to release prolonged shriek s at high decibel levels." Brennan said.
"I bet you did." Booth said, chuckling. "And she said…?"
"She shrieked again." Brennan said, disbelief in her tone. "She said she was unable to help herself, but I sincerely doubt that since I certainly was not shrieking though I was extremely stimulated by the find as well."
"She defied you?" He said with mock horror in his voice. "Come to think of it, I haven't seen Daisy since I've been back. You did allow her to come home, didn't you?"
She glanced at him over her shoulder. "Of course." She told him, rolling her eyes. "But I sent her back to her tent for the rest of that day."
He laughed outright. "Hardcore, Bones! You totally grounded her. That is so hot."
She smiled too. "I didn't ground her, Booth. I ungrounded her."
"What?" He asked, still laughing.
"Get it?" She asked, half turning towards him so that she could see his face. "We were digging in the ground, but I told her to go back to her tent. So I ungrounded her." She chuckled.
He stopped laughing and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Aww, Bones. It's sweet that you tried to make a joke."
10:42
"It was completely amazing, Bones." He said, turning his head to look at her as they lay on their backs next to each other. "It's not like any other feeling in the world."
"You didn't seem as affected by holding baby Andy when we kept him." She said, looking back at him.
"Well, yeah, he wasn't my kid." He said, playing with her fingers. Absently, he traced the curve of one of her nails.
"Hmm." She said, considering the nuance for a moment. "So you could tell Parker was yours from the first time you ever saw him? And not just because they identified him as your son, but because your gut knew he was your son?"
"Yeah." He said, still looking at her. "You can just tell when a person belongs to you, you know? It's just a feeling deep inside."
"Is holding Parker for the first time they only time that you had that gut feeling?" She asked innocent of all motive.
He smiled and rolled over so that he was on his side, his head propped up on one of his hands. With his free hand, he used one finger to trail down the line of her jaw, resting it at her chin where he tapped lightly. "It's different when it's your own child." He told her. "But, no, that's not the only time."
Flushing, she dropped her gaze, grateful that the darkness would conceal what the implication of his words had done to her.
11:23
"You're missing the point." Booth said for what felt like the hundredth time. "See, you put your hands on mine… no, palms down, Bones… put your hands on mine and leave them there. Then when you feel me start to move to smack the back of your hand, pull away."
"Why would I do that?" She asked, frowning. "I don't understand."
"Ok, I have to tell you, Bones, Parker picked up on this faster than you." He said, keeping his hands outstretched, palms up. "It's just a game. You try not to let me slap your hands and I try to slap them anyways."
"But if I don't want you to slap my hands, why would I allow you the opportunity to in the first place?" She asked, tilting her head. "If I keep my hands over here then the chances of you slapping them are significantly reduced."
He stared at her. "You're really serious, aren't you?"
"Of course." She said, shrugging. "It's far more practical."
"Ok, maybe if we try it with your hands on the bottom. You try to slap my hands now." He said, turning her hands to the correct position. He laid his hands on top of hers and waited, then looked up to find her watching him, eyebrows raised. "Bones…?"
"I don't understand." She said again. "I don't want to slap your hands."
He sighed. "Ok, one more time…"
12:06
"Why don't I feel guilty?" She asked, leaning over him, her hair brushing against his shoulder.
"What could you possibly have to feel guilty about?" He asked, running his fingers along her arm.
"Being here instead of working." She said, sighing. "We have a case, Booth."
"It will wait." He assured her. "Everyone needs personal time now and then, and trust me, we needed personal time tonight." He smiled, easing her away so that he could sit up, pulling her with him. "The case will be there tomorrow, Bones."
"We needed personal time to talk." She said, lifting her gaze to his.
"Yeah." He met her gaze.
"Booth?" She said softly.
"Bones."
"I know we're supposed to be working our way to talking about… earlier." She admitted. "But I'm enjoying myself very much."
He smiled, pulling her close and hesitating before he touched his lips to hers, waiting for her permission. When she granted it, he kissed her sweetly. "Me too." He said, cupping her cheek in his hand. "There's plenty of time, Bones. We'll get there."
Leaning in he kissed her again, allowing her arms to drag him down with her as she leaned back against the blanket. Sinking in to her, he lost himself for a moment as her tongue met his stroke for stroke and his hand gripped her hip, sliding down over her thigh and back up to explore her waist. The groan that escaped her lips drove him on and he hitched her leg up over his hip, knowing he should stop but unable to resist one moment of feeling her fully against him. Gradually, he slowed his lips, his hands, and leaned back enough to see her face.
"Just tell me one thing, ok?" He said, his voice thick and husky.
"What?" She breathed, stopping him when he began to retreat.
"This is going somewhere, right?" He asked. "You don't have to know where right now, just as long as its somewhere."
She couldn't resist teasing him as she ran her fingertips over the faint stubble appearing on his jaw. "Booth, your terminology is far too vague for me to make an accurate conclusion…"
"Bones." He cut her off. "Come on, you know what I mean. You've had relationships before, you know how this goes. You and me… are we moving forward? Are we going to a more-than-partners place here?"
"I hope so." She said softly, all thoughts of teasing gone.
He gave her his megawatt grin and leaned over her again, planting another kiss on her lips, lingering over the curve of her mouth. "That's very, very good."
1:17
"Of course I remember." He said. He was laying on his side, head on his hand, fingers tracing patterns absently on her stomach. "How could I forget you telling me I was afraid of some stupid Senator?"
"I didn't know you then." She defended herself. "There was no way for me to know the extent of your bravery or cowardice. It was a valid concern at the time."
"And now?" He asked, grinning at her.
"Now I would not accuse you of being scared of anything." She admitted. "Except clowns, of course. And talking about sex."
"Hmm." He chuckled.
"What?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.
"That conversation, at the shooting range. I was so irritated with you. Partially because you were being irritating, but mostly…" He chuckled again, shaking his head.
"What?" She demanded, turning towards him, causing his arm to slip around her waist.
"Mostly because even though you were standing there yelling at me, all I could think about was that night outside the bar when we kissed. And there I was, standing so close to you, had you back up against a wall. All I wanted was another chance to kiss you." He met her gaze, his smile turning sheepish. "Stupid, huh?"
"But you were being insulting." She pointed out.
"Yeah, because I wanted to kiss you!" He said, tugging on her hip.
"That doesn't seem like a very good way to go about getting a woman to kiss you, Booth."
2:34
"I was not." He said, shaking his head.
"But if you felt… then…" She said, tilting her head.
"I did." He told her. "Even then.
"But I was with…"
"Yep." He said, frowning.
"But you weren't jealous?" She asked, confusion thick in her tone.
He let out a sigh. "Fine, I was rampantly jealous of Sully." He said, flopping himself on to his back. "I mean, really, Bones. I'm stuck in therapy for shooting a stupid plastic clown and you run off to Florida and meet the guy of your dreams who I have to watch kissing you in your office." He turned his head and looked at her. "Who you nearly left me for."
She leaned down over him, resting part of her weight on him, the rest propped up on her elbow. The freedom to touch him, curl around him, was liberating, sending thrills through her. She trailed a finger down the buttons of his shirt and placed a kiss on his chest. "He was not the man of my dreams." She said quietly.
"No?" He asked, his hand moving to her back, pressing her closer.
"No." She shook her head. "And Gordon Gordon Wyatt…I'm not convinced he was right about why I stayed. After all, it was pure supposition that made him say it was because I couldn't live a life without purpose. It's not as though he knew me or had any sort of insight into my mental processes."
"If he was wrong, then why did you stay?" He asked softly.
She paused. "It's hard to know for sure. But we were working so well together." She said, smiling at him. "And I found your superior height more pleasing. And the symmetry of your face."
"You liked me better." He said, grinning and turning her over so that he was leaning over her. "Ha! You totally liked me better."
"You don't have to be so cocky about it." She said, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, I kinda do."
3:39
"It was very confusing." She said, looking up at him. He was sitting up, leaning back on his hands. Her head was resting on his lap, her hair spread out over his legs.
"Why?" He asked, shifting so that he could lift a hand to twirl one of her curls around his finger.
"Because despite the fact that I was involved with the most significant career opportunity that I have ever been offered, I found that I was far more anxious for it to be over than for it to continue." She said, holding his gaze. "I didn't understand my reluctance to stay in Indonesia."
"Do you now?" He asked softly, removing his hand from her hair to trail a finger over her cheek.
"I have a hypothesis." She said, sitting up and turning to him so that they were eye to eye. "I think that for my whole life my work has been the most important thing in my life. Perhaps the only thing in my life that was good." She leaned in to his touch when he tucked her hair behind her ear. "So it was always logical to build my life around my work. But now…" She looked at him. "Now maybe work isn't the best thing in my life anymore."
"It isn't?" He asked, his eyes locked on hers.
"No, I think that maybe… you are." She confessed, dropping her gaze. "I can't think of any other reason for me to have spent my time in Indonesia wishing that I was somewhere with you."
"Bones…" He slid his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her in for a brutally tender kiss. "I didn't know. I had no idea that you felt that way." He said when she drew away, sadness resonating in his tone.
"There seems to be evidence that I have evolved, Booth." She said, looking down. "I'm not sure that I want to be alone anymore."
"You're not alone." He said before kissing her again. She wrapped her arms around him and drew him closer, parting her lips and welcoming the invasion of his tongue when it slid immediately into her mouth. He pulled her into his lap and she went willingly, relishing the feel of his body surrounding her.
4:01
"Bones," He murmured against her mouth, pulling back slightly so that he could look down at her. She was halfway underneath him, her hair spread out on the blanket, her lips swollen, her eyes sleepy. Reluctantly, he slid his hand out from under her shirt, where it was resting against the soft, smooth skin of her waist "We have to stop." He said even as he kissed her again.
"Why?" She asked, pouting, stretching her body, pressing it further against his. Her hand snaked its way under the dress shirt she had tugged out of his waistband and traced the well-defined muscles of his stomach. He trembled under her touch and she attempted to silence the protest she felt coming by flicking her tongue against his pulse point. He let out a soft moan against her ear before he removed her wandering hand and shifted off of her.
"Because," He sighed, resting beside her, "as much as I love kissing you, we still don't have any answers. I've already fallen for you so hard, Bones. If we keep doing this when we haven't talked about what we want, I don't think I can take it if it turns out that we want different things."
"What do you want?" She asked quietly.
"You." He said simply, finding her fingers and linking them with his own.
She looked over at him and he smiled at her, squeezing her fingers. "You didn't move on?" She asked finally.
He chuckled. "Where have you been for the last… seven hours?"
She frowned, her expression creating small lines around her mouth that he had to nudge with his lips. "Right here. With you." She reminded him.
"No… Bones, that was just my way of saying that you should be able to realize that I wouldn't have spent the last seven hours with you like this if I had moved on." He took in her still frowning face and smiled. "I just mean that no, no I haven't moved on, Bones. How could I?"
"I thought you had." She confessed, turning towards him and sliding her hand up and down his arm. "When you came back, you seemed so… far away. But you weren't. You were here."
He looked a bit sheepish at her observation. "I guess I thought that if I focused on just being your friend that I wouldn't scare you into running off to some other tropical country I couldn't follow you to." He turned too and trailed a finger down her neck, over her collar bone. "I may not have pulled it off that well."
There was a long moment of silence as she held his gaze. "I would like to confess something." She said, lying on her back again, focusing on the stars instead of his face.
"Ok." He said. Sensing a shift in mood, he moved as well, laying on his back again, but staying close enough that their arms brushed.
"I indulged in a fantasy while I was in Indonesia." She sounded so ashamed that he wanted to kiss her furiously for being unbelievably adorable.
"What was your fantasy, Bones?" He asked, turning his head to look at her.
"Towards the end of the year, when our reunion grew more imminent, I allowed myself to imagine our first moments together again. It was pure supposition of course. Not based in truth. Just hope." She took a deep breath and fell silent.
"What happened in your fantasy reunion?" He finally prompted her, feeling every one of his nerves standing alert in anticipation of her response.
She continued looking up at the stars. "I allowed myself to imagine that perhaps when we saw each other again, you would… somehow demonstrate that you still had feelings for me. I imagined a number of scenarios. Some involved confessions of love, others focused on physical demonstrations." She cleared her throat. "But you did neither."
He turned over on his side. "Bones?"
"Yes?" She didn't look at him still.
"Look at me." He coaxed, trailing his fingers down her arm.
She turned her head and met his gaze. "Why?"
He could see the faint pink tinge in her cheeks and his heart swelled. "Bones, are you telling me you fantasized about me sweeping you off your feet like the end of every romance movie? That's so…girly."
She glared at him with an intensity that he admired and then turned away completely, rolling on her side so that her whole body faced away from him. A distinct huff escaped her.
Smiling like a fool, he walked his fingers up her back then slid his hand down to move around her waist and draw her close to him, her back tucked against his chest. "Because if that's what you're confessing, then I would have to confess something too."
She relaxed a little and he was silent, waiting for her to take the bait. Slowly, she turned towards him again, their faces close as she waited for him to continue.
"I would have to confess that I think that is the sweetest, most adorable, wonderful thing in the world." He said, leaning in and kissing her, despite his own regulations against that very thing. "If I had known, that first meeting would have gone very differently."
"They were ridiculous fantasies." She muttered.
"No." He shook his head. "No, they weren't." He hesitated, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Tell me your favorite one, Bones. Please?"
"Booth… no…" She said, pulling away from him again.
He let it go, opting for a different approach. He leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear, his breath tickling her neck. "Did you want me to kiss you when we met again?"
"Yes." She whispered.
"Did you want me to hold you?" He asked, his voice softer. He nuzzled her neck, breathing in the scent of her hair.
"Yes." She whispered again.
He lowered his voice even further; so quiet that it was a mere suggestion of words. "Did you want me to tell you that I loved you?" He pressed a soft, wet kiss to her neck.
She closed her eyes. "Yes." She breathed.
"And if I had?" He murmured.
"I can't know what I would have done, Booth." She said, opening her eyes and looking at him, her pulse leaping erratically. "You didn't do any of that, so my answers would be based on speculation."
"I could do it now.' He offered softly. "We could see for ourselves."
She was silent and he reached over and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her in so that every part of her body touched his. He held her tightly.
She didn't pull away and he kissed her forehead, then her cheek, burrowing down until he found her lips. He kissed her sweetly, languidly for a long moment and she still didn't pull away.
Drawing back, he met her eyes with his own and took a deep breath. "Bones, I…"
"How do you recognize love, Booth?" She interrupted him suddenly.
"What?" He asked, slightly rattled at the abrupt derailment of what he had thought she wanted.
"How do you know when you love someone?" She asked him again.
He took another deep breath, trying to follow her train of thought. "It's hard to describe, Bones. It's this feeling and you just know it in your gut. In the very core of you."
She looked away. "Isn't there any other… more exact method of identification?"
He thought, and then impulsively turned her on to her back. "Here." He said, gently lifting up her shirt so that a small section of her midriff was exposed to the night air.
"Booth?" She raised her eyebrows.
"Close your eyes." He told her. She stared at him. "Bones… trust me."
She closed her eyes and he held his fingers out over her skin, not touching her, but hovering over her. "Tell me when you feel me touching you." He instructed gently. Gradually, he moved his fingers closer, never quite touching the skin.
"Now. I feel you now." She said, a little breathlessly.
"Open your eyes." He said, watching as her eyelids flickered open. "Look."
She raised her head just enough to see his fingers skimming, but not touching her skin. She looked up at him in surprise. "I don't understand."
"That's the feeling." He told her, indulging himself in one brief brush against her stomach before he straightened her shirt again. "That's what love feels like. Like being touched when nothing is touching you."
She frowned. "Booth." She pleaded. "I don't understand."
"Exactly." He told her. "Love isn't something that you can do experiments on, Bones. It's not something you can pin down and define and examine. It just… is."
She shook her head, sitting up and wrapping her arms around her legs. "See, that's why I can't do this. I don't know how to deal with something so… unprincipled."
He sighed, rubbing his forehead. Determined, he moved to sit behind her, drawing her against him. "Bones, don't get frustrated." He said, rubbing her arms. "I'm sorry, I'm not doing this right."
"I don't think it's you." She said, her posture still withdrawn, not leaning in to him as she had done so easily all night.
"It is." He insisted. "Listen." He breathed in her ear. "Love is when you can fight with someone twenty times a day and still want to go home with them. When you know their gestures and their habits so well that you read them better than anyone else. When you would gladly take their pain, no matter what it did to you. As long as they weren't hurting anymore. Love is when you recognize their scent, when there are moments that only their touch comforts you. When you trust them with your every secret, your hopes, your life. When you can't imagine a world without them in it."
Tugging her closer, he breathed a sigh of relief when she melted against him once more. He rubbed her arms, her shoulders, her neck.
There was a long silence, and he waited, knowing she was collecting her thoughts.
"Booth?" She finally said.
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
Later he would swear to her that his heart actually stopped. "You do?" He asked, already desperate to hear the words again despite his disbelief that he had heard them in the first place.
"Yes." She said, turning towards him and smiling gently. "I love you."
"Oh." He breathed, his eyes locked on hers. "Wow."
"Are you happy?" She asked, her smile flagging a bit.
He laughed out loud at that, the sound bubbling up in his chest. "Yes." He said, kissing her firmly. "Of course I am. You surprised me, that's all." He kissed her again, and then pulled away abruptly. "I love you, too." He told her. "So much."
She returned his wide smile. "I feel oddly elated." She said thoughtfully.
He laughed again and kissed her, unable to resist. "That's a normal reaction." He assured her. "You should probably act on whatever impulse you're feeling right now."
She turned towards him and pushed him down on the blanket, positioning herself over him and leaning down to kiss him soundly. "Like that?"
"Definitely." He said, gripping her waist and holding her in place.
She kissed him again and he let out a sound of pure pleasure as he rolled her over, trapping her between himself and the blanket. Her hands wandered down and undid the buttons of his shirt, slipping inside and running over the tight muscles of his back and stomach. Her leg wrapped around his waist without reservation.
"Bones." He said on a gasp. "Not in the middle of a park." He said, resting his face in the curve of her neck.
"There's no one around. It's very late." She reminded him, kneading his muscles with her strong fingers.
He chuckled. "Not in the middle of a park, Bones." He said again, regretfully sitting up off of her to escape her eager hands and active hips.
She followed him, sitting up as well. "So when you said to follow my impulses…" She said, raising her eyebrows.
"Yeah, there were limits." He said, smiling at her before growing more serious again. "What made you decide, Bones?"
She shrugged, growing serious as well. "I have always believed that love is an unquantifiable concept that holds no actual significance beyond chemical reactions and the feelings they induce."
"Romantic." He said drolly.
"But while you were explaining, I realized that love is absolutely valid as the socially acceptable way of expressing a set of emotions. It is how our society sums up feelings of compatibility, affection, lust, friendship, and devotion. And I feel all of those things for you. So therefore I love you." She smiled at him a bit shyly. "Very much."
He leaned in and kissed her gently. "So worth the wait." He murmured.
"I would like to be your girlfriend." She informed him, making him laugh.
"Oh, yeah?" He said, sliding his hands up her legs and grabbing hold of her thighs through her dress pants, tugging her nearer. "You're awfully sure of yourself." He teased, wrapping his arms around her waist as she sat straddling his lap.
She frowned. "Am I? I thought that such a relationship was the next step…" She said, looking suddenly worried. "Is it not typical for…"
He hushed her, his fingers on her lips. "I was teasing you, genius." He said, poking her side and grinning. "There is nothing I would like more than for you to be my girlfriend." He smiled at her, pressing a quick kiss to her hand.
Her face cleared. "Really? I would have thought you would have liked me to be your wife more."
He gaped at her, sucking in air so quickly that he choked on it and she had to fight against him to lift his chin up, explaining that it would help his airway clear. "Bones." He finally croaked. "The things you say…" He looked at her and found her smiling impishly. "You did that on purpose."
"I'm sorry, Booth. I shouldn't tease you right now, when you're so vulnerable." She said, smirking, trailing her fingers down his cheek.
He let out a growl and flipped her onto her back, hovering over her. "You minx." He murmured. "You beautiful, wonderful minx." He placed a kiss on the exposed skin just below her collar bone, then on the sliver of skin on her stomach that showed between her shirt and her slacks.
She smiled and arched into his touch, reminding him of a lazy cat whose sweet spot had been discovered.
He lifted himself off of her and moved to lie beside her, his arm around her waist. She turned so that she was on her side as well, facing him, noses close, breath mingling.
Long beats of silence passed, washing over both. Finally he asked her, "Are you scared?"
"Yes." She said honestly.
"Still?" He gently pressed her hip.
"Yes. But I am aware that relationships require risk. And I trust you." She laid her palm against his cheek. "You've done an excellent job helping me evolve so far. I'm afraid there's still a great deal that I have to learn about commitment and relationships. But I think you are the best teacher I could ever have."
"I won't let you get hurt." He promised.
"Are you afraid?" She asked.
"Sure." He said easily. "Love is always scary, Bones. That's what makes the payoff so good."
"What are you scared of?"
He was silent for a long moment before answering her. "I'm worried you won't feel this way in the morning." He finally confessed.
She nodded her understanding. Then smiling, she lifted her eyes, indicating the first breaks of sun in the sky. "It is morning, Booth."
~B/B~
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