Spoilers/Timeline: None/Set in future; B&B are in an established relationship.

A/N: The idea for this fic came from lyric from Keith Urban's Sweet Thing that, for some reason, struck me as a very Brennanlike. Title taken from Keith's These Are The Days

Disclaimer: Bones still does not belong to me.


It wasn't their first or second date - he'd lost count of that particular statistic around date thirty-two.... Of course, there were all the "dates" they had been on without acknowledging it - shared dinners, movies, hell, even ice skating after his concussion - to take into account, too, but none of that really mattered. What did matter was that Temperance Brennan had been letting him kiss her for over four months now and he - they - couldn't be happier.

"Booth," her voice pulled him from his thoughts and he turned, smiling as his eyes swept over her: hair down, eyes bright, eyebrow raised in question, "Is my outfit not appropriate?"

"What?" He stilled on the sidewalk trying to remember where they were headed again. Oh right, hockey game. "No, Bones, jeans," he gulped, especially those jeans, "and a sweater are fine. Why?"

She shrugged, starting towards his waiting SUV. "Well, you clearly had something on your mind and, as we don't currently have a case, I thought perhaps I had miscalculated..."

He laughed, low, throaty. "Never."

"Socially, it's possible I di-"

"Hey," he started walking faster, arm falling across her shoulders as he caught up with her, "you've come a long way." His hand slid up and down her arm and he smiled as she leaned into his touch. "Besides, I like being able to teach you things every now and then."

She sighed, mouth turning up, as her head fell against his chest. "You're a good teacher."

"Wow, Bones, was that an honest to goodness compliment?"

She laughed, pulling out of the embrace to look at him. "It was bound to happen eventually."

He pressed a kiss to her temple and opened the door for her, smiling as she stepped up without a word. In the beginning she'd protested such behavior (Booth, I'm perfectly capable...); now she just smiled.

He tossed his keys in the air as he walked to the driver's side of the car, wondering once again how he'd gotten so lucky. He opened the door and...

"Bones, how did you..."

She grinned, eyes sparkling as she grabbed the keys from his hand. "I climbed over the console and slid the rest of the way..." She raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out why he was still hovering in the opened door. "Come on, let's go."

"But I always drive."

The ignition turned over a she pulled on the door handle, forcing him to step back. "Not anymore."

"But.... my government issued..."

"I guess you'll just have to learn to share."

He grinned, shaking his head as he walked back around the SUV and climbed in. "I guess I will. You wouldn't happen to know a good teacher, would you?"

She laughed, nodding as she pulled out of the parking spot, pausing before merging into traffic. "Um, which way to the stadium?"

"Rink, Bones, and we need to go left; head for Curtis Memorial Parkway." He pressed a kiss to her cheek and leaned back, never happier to be in the passenger seat.