Fluff. Pure and utter fluff. There's really no plot. Not really. Where did this come from? I really don't know… BB
"Marry me." It was more like a demand than a question, and rather sudden to boot. He himself wasn't quite sure where it came from. Her stunned look seemed to indicate that she wasn't either.
"Marry me," he repeated, still unsure of what he was doing.
She arched an eyebrow. "You do realise that we have never been on a date? We've never even kissed?"
Booth nodded. "Yes."
"And you're asking me to marry you?" her face was contorted into an expression somewhere between shock and disbelief.
He nodded again. "Yes."
"Why?" Tempe's voice was laced with confusion.
He shrugged. "Why not?"
It was a good question. "I don't know." It hurt to admit it, but it was the truth. "But you have to have some reason why."
"I love you, you know," he replied, as if that was enough. He'd never said it before, but it didn't surprise them or make them uncomfortable. They both knew it anyway.
She sighed. "I know. I love you too."
"We're good friends, too," he told her unnecessarily. "I trust you, I respect you."
She nodded her agreement. "I know. But I don't believe in marriage, Booth. It's a social institution, and its more about men controlling women than love. You do know that the word marriage comes from the Latin for husband?"
Booth sighed. "I'm not trying to say you're mine. Or that I'm yours. Everyone knows that anyway. It's not about me, Bones, it's about us. Just because it means something for someone else, doesn't mean it can't mean something else to us. I don't know why it can't just be because. Who needs a real reason?"
"I'll spend too much time at work,"
"I'll be overprotective,"
"I don't want children,"
"I won't clean the house,"
"I'm ignorant of pop culture,"
"I'm ignorant of practically everything, Bones. I love you."
"I love you too."
"We can make this work."
She considered it for a while. "Alright. When?"
He gave a gesture of uncertainty. "I don't know. Tomorrow sound good?"
She nodded, and they both turned their minds to the case as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
"You know what I find amusing?" Tempe shook her head at her new husband, unsure of where he was going with this. He'd had his head in the dictionary for the last ten minutes, and she was curious to see what could be amusing about it. "The word wedding comes from the old English of pledge,"
"I knew that," she tells him, pressing into his side until he is forced to pull her into an embrace. The dictionary fell to the ground, discarded, and she wondered idly why they needed such a large bed when they only take up such a small fraction of it, before the answer came to her and a sexy grin worked its way across her face.
"And to pledge something," he continued, seeming oblivious to the interruption, "is to vow temperance."
He placed feather light kisses in her hair, before finishing it off. "So I guess that means I took a vow of Temperance."
She smiled at the idea, manoeuvring herself around so that she was looking up at him. "I love you."
"I love you too."
Timeline can be wherever you want to put it. Don't ask where this came from. I don't really think it was in character, but hey, it's fluff. Poorly written fluff, too. And yes, I was reading the dictionary when I wrote this. Sad, I know. Merry Christmas!