Booth wasn't in the mood for the skimpy little desserts at the restaurant. He wanted real pie.
They slowly made their way the couple blocks to the diner, Booth hobbling with his crutches and boot as fast as he could since he knew Brennan was cold.
They shuffled in, greeted the staff and took their normal table for two in the back corner by the window.
Wanda, their favorite waitress, walked over. "Dinner or just dessert?"
"Just dessert tonight," Booth told her. Wanda returned a few minutes later with a slice of apple pie for Booth and red velvet cake for Brennan.
The pair sat and talked for a few hours until Booth realized he didn't bring his pain medication with him and he was starting to feel the pain of his injury again. It killed him every time he thought about it, knowing he may or may not get to play the rest of the season.
As they arrived to Booth's dorm room, Brennan asked, "What am I to you?" Booth looked confused and slightly offended. He didn't want her to think he was just using her or anything like that. But Hank's words, "He trusts you because of who you are to him", rang in Brennan's ears.
"Uh…what do you mean?" he asked after he swallowed his medication and sat down on his bed.
"Well, your granddad seems to think I'm someone important to you. I just don't understand what he meant."
"Oh," Booth was taken aback. He wasn't sure how to answer this. Do I tell her I think I'm falling for her, or do I tell her we're just friends? God knows if I say friends, we'll never be anything more than that, he thought. "Well, you're probably one of my best friends but…" He sighed. "I think…we could be more than that," he finished.
"Good. I was hoping you'd say something like that." Brennan sat down next to him. They sat in silence until Booth took initiative, brought her face to his, and kissed her, slowly at first and then it became frantic. Brennan then took control and forced Booth onto his back. She climbed on top of him, simultaneously hitting his injured knee and ankle.
Booth yelled out in pain. "Oh, shit, Booth, I am so sorry! Are you okay? Shit." Brennan looked at him for an answer. She was still hovering over him on his bed, staring at Booth's face for some sort of reply. His face was covered in agony but he kissed her anyway. Brennan resisted at first, wanting to make sure he was okay but gave in seconds later.
"Wait," Booth stopped and propped himself up on his elbows, forcing Brennan to back up.
"What? You don't want to kiss me? Is it because I've never been kissed before? Am I really that bad?" Brennan worried.
"No, it's not that. Where are we going with this? Are we dating or what?"
Brennan was shocked. "I don't like labels."
"Huh? You don't want me to call you my girlfriend?"
"It seems…excessive, unnecessary," she reasoned.
"But…we're exclusive, right? Like neither one of us dating anyone else?"
Bren looked at him like he wasn't thinking clearly. "Who else would date me? However, I know of plenty of girls who would willing go on a date with you."
Booth realized he took this too fast. But, no one can take back what has been said. So, with that in mind, he just went for it.
"Just…be my girlfriend, Bren, okay? And I'll be your boyfriend. But, we don't have to use the titles or whatever. Just say yes."
"Okay, Booth."
"Okay?" Booth wasn't sure she meant what she said.
"Okay. Why would I say no?" Brennan smiled at him as her lips grazed his.
A/N: Sorry this is so short. I'm going to take the weekend off from writing to let my muse rest and my brain get into gear for finals. Please help me out with this! If you have ideas for me, if there is something you want Bones or Booth to do, have a way to add the other squints in or think some angst should be added, let me know!
