Booth's eyes opened slowly. His head was lolling to the left and he turned it to the right to gaze down at what was lying in his arms. She was cuddled into his shoulder, her right arm flung across his midsection and her right hand resting on his chest. A soft noise emitted from her mouth and Booth couldn't help but smile. She hadn't gotten much sleep in the past 48 hours, that he knew. He was pretty sure she hadn't slept the night of his hypothermia and he was so thankful that she was sleeping soundly now. With his left hand, he pulled the sheets up and over her shoulders, kissing her on top of the head as he did. She moved her head and gently squeezed him with her right arm, but she did not wake up. He didn't care if he didn't sleep. He could stay up all night just watching her.
Brennan's eyes fluttered open and she squinted as they adjusted to the dark. A strand of her hair fell across her face and she reached up to swat it away, realizing that something was grasping onto her. She felt his skin and she smiled as she stroked his arm. She was lying on her right side and she could now feel his breath on the back of her neck. His left arm was draped over her and he was snuggled into her back. His left leg was in between both of hers. As she smiled, he shifted and squeezed her gently, pulling her closer. She pressed her back up against him and she moved her head slightly to fit perfectly with his. And she closed her eyes and drifted off again.
The sun cast broken rays through the blinds of the bedroom, falling directly on Brennan's face. She blinked and then squinted at the brightness. His arm was still grasping her protectively, but this time it was moving, his fingers stroking her arm.
"Good morning," he said to the back of her head.
She smiled brightly and shifted from her right side to her left so that she was facing him.
"Good morning," she replied, smiling sweetly.
He now placed his arm around her and rubbed her back as he smiled and stared into her eyes.
"Sleep well?" he asked.
She sighed as she continued to smile. "Better than ever," she replied, wrapping her arm around him and scratching his back.
"Really?" he replied, a small smirk on his face.
She smiled for a few more moments before her eyes rested entirely on his and her expression grew soft.
"Booth?" she questioned.
"Yeah?" he replied.
The small smile returned. "Why didn't we do this a long time ago?" she inquired as her hand ran down his back and her smile grew wider.
Booth laughed as he squeezed her. As his laugh calmed to a smile, he looked her straight in the eyes.
"Like I said before, everything happens eventually," he replied, his eyes beaming at her.
"So…right now is eventually, then?" she questioned, still smiling.
"Yeah. Exactly," he replied, reaching forward and kissing her on the forehead.
She closed her eyes on contact and she sighed. His lips lingered as his left hand caressed her right arm.
"I think I like this 'eventually,'" Brennan said, logically not making any sense, but intuitively, she had never made more sense in her entire life.
"I'm glad you do. Because if I have anything to do with it, 'eventually'…will be lasting forever," Booth replied as he continued to stroke her arm and gaze into her eyes.
Brennan paused for a moment as she searched his eyes yet again…only to find love and warmth as she always did.
"That sounds good," she replied as she placed her hand on his cheek and leaned forward and kissed him on the nose.
"You're really into this nose-kissing thing, aren't you?" he asked her, eyeing her closely.
"Yes, yes I am. So get used to it," she responded, smiling playfully.
"Just as long as you don't neglect the lips…we'll be fine," he told her as he glanced upwards and puckered up.
Smiling still, she gave him a soft sweep of the lips.
"Don't worry," she replied.
A moment later, a phone rang. Brennan realized that it was her cell which was lying on a chair just outside the bedroom door. She started to get up.
"No, leave it, Bones," Booth told her as he pulled her closer.
"It's probably Angela. Trust me, I should get it," Brennan told him as a mischievous grin spread across her face.
Confused but intrigued, he let her go.
She jumped up and ran out of the room and grabbed her phone. The caller ID read "Angela cell."
She jumped back in bed and into Booth's arms before punching the send button.
"I'm in bed with Booth and I don't have time to talk," she informed her friend as she smiled playfully at Booth, who returned the smirk. "Hello?" Brennan said after there was no response. All she heard was a loud squeal followed by a "sweetie!" "Bye, Ang."
And with that, she dropped her phone as Booth grabbed her and pulled her lips to his.
He broke away a few moments later.
"You're mine now, you know that, right?" he asked her, smiling widely.
"I am not a possession, Booth," she replied, mocking offense.
"You know what I mean," he replied.
She smiled softly. "Yes, yes I do."
And so they lay with their eyes locked and their arms entwined, each of their hearts now complete and each of them thinking that this state of "eventually" was the best thing in the world.