Aliens in the City

Disclaimer: Nope, neither the Bones characters nor the SG1 characters or the premise of either show are mine. If they were, believe me, my live would be sooo much simpler and the characters would be soooooo much more fulilled!!!

A/N: Ok, so here it is!! The sequel to Men From the Gate. I was going to say long awaited, but really, I dont think it's even been a months since I finished that one. But I know some of you were impatient and to tell you the truth, so was I! I'm not sure how I managed to wait until Starting Point was finished but I did and now here it is!!! This is set a week after Men and it has the promised smut I teased you with in Men but never gave you. Because of that, this kinda can be seen as a prequel or bridge between the stories. It's pure BB fluff/smut, the story wont begin to move forward until next chapter which will be set some months down the road. Still, I hope you enjoy it!! As always, thanks to Puppet for all her help betaing! Please read, enjoy and review!! You know how much reviews encourage faster posting!!

Chapter 1

"Perfect," Dr. Temperance 'Bones' Brennan murmured as she took a step back and admired her handiwork. Her dining room table had been decorated with her fanciest linen tablecloth, four all-in-one clear base candles and rose petals scattered around them. The centerpiece was made up of a dozen short stemmed red roses in a sea green oval glass vase; she'd bought the short stemmed roses as opposed to long stems so that she and Booth could see and talk to each other during dinner.

After a satisfied nod at the table, she gazed around the room to make sure everything was set. She had placed candles of various sizes and widths all around the living and dining rooms, as well as rose petals over the different table surfaces. Though she had never before attempted to set a romantic atmosphere, she'd done her research and was pretty proud of the results.

After another critical once over of the room, to make sure she hadn't missed anything, she walked into the kitchen to check on dinner. She had thought about making her Mac and Cheese but had decided that this evening called for something more. As special as her Mac and Cheese was for them, tonight signaled the beginning of a new phase of their relationship and she wanted to commemorate the occasion with a very special dinner.

To that end, she had poured over magazines and books to find out what a special, romantic evening entailed. She had also thought of asking Angela for her advice, but had decided against it in the end because that would have just led to a lot of questions she didn't want to answer right now. In those magazines and books, she had found more advice than she knew what to do with and had decided to go with simple candlelight and rose's variation.

She had likewise also chosen simple for the menu. For dinner she had selected grilled salmon with mashed potatoes and a side of vegetables - elegant, easy to make and delicious to eat. As much as Booth liked Mac and Cheese, she knew he liked salmon and it was a much more nutritious choice. She had bought a couple of bottles of Chardonnay that she had chilling in the fridge to drink. And for dessert she had bought a strawberry tart; she had briefly considered making it herself but she had been very busy and had instead picked it up at this French bakery close to her apartment.

She checked on the salmon and the mashed potatoes only to find out that the food was coming along perfectly. There really was no reason why it wouldn't be; she'd just checked on it less than five minutes ago. She didn't know why she was so nervous. It wasn't like tonight would be her first time; God knew it was far from that. But it was going to be her first time with Booth and that she knew made all the difference; because if they had anything to say about it, this would be their last first time for the rest of their lives

The mere fact that she was thinking about spending the rest of her life with him would be enough to freak her out if she wasn't so sure of both her and his feelings. And that was why tonight was so important; they had both agreed that it'd be best to wait until it could be perfect. Neither one had thought that they'd have to wait a week, though; they had waited three years already and had thought they'd be able to come together soon after they declared their feelings for each other. But Colorado hadn't been the right place and they had been pulled into a complicated case almost as soon as their plane had landed back in DC.

But now the time was finally right, not only was the case finished but they had finally found the time to talk to Cullen. She hadn't thought it was that important but Booth had argued that it was the right thing to do, that it would only help them if it was them that went and told Cullen about their change in status rather than let him find out on his own. So, yesterday when there was a lull in the case, they'd gone to see him and explained the change in their relationship.

To say that Cullen had not been pleased at the news would be an understatement. He'd been furious, frustrated and more than a little impatient. What he had not been, however, was surprised. The lecture he had given them, which had gone into why the FBI frowned upon romantic relationships between partners and into why the fact that Brennan was not employed by the Bureau was irrelevant, had been too well thought-out and planned for him to have come up with it on the spot. They had both been too preoccupied with the outcome of the meeting to really pay attention to such details, though.

Cullen had not separated them despite all the reasons for it because they had one of the highest case solving records in the Bureau. He had placed them on a three-month probation period and had sternly warned them that even one screw up in the field or one case compromised in court because of their relationship in that time and their partnership would be immediately terminated. Brennan had opened her mouth to argue that a hundred and one things could mess up a case and it wasn't fair to penalized them for it but Booth, knowing that that was the best they were going to get, had ushered her out of Cullen's office before she could get into an argument with his boss.

Booth and Brennan had been so busy with their usual bickering on their way out that they had completely missed the small smile that flittered across Cullen's face at their antics. He had been glad to see that things hadn't changed; if he was a betting man, he'd bet the new turn in their relationship would only strengthen their partnership. He actually had no intention of breaking them up unless he had no other choice, but there was no reason for them to know that. A bit of pressure was always good to promote superior performance in agents.

Brennan had not been too happy with the meeting as she had not felt she really expressed what she wanted to say. Booth had been too nervous about Cullen's reaction to let her say more than a few words. That was why she had gone back to talk to Cullen while Booth was occupied with paperwork a few hours later. She hadn't planned on it but there were some things that needed to be said.

Cullen hadn't been surprised at seeing her again; he'd known Booth had kept a tight rein on her during the meeting and he'd known her well enough to know she couldn't be kept quiet forever. He had been surprised by what she had said, though.

Brennan was the type of person that gave a 100 percent of her self when she decided on a course of action. Having committed herself to a relationship with Booth, she now was completely dedicated to making it work. Like she told him on that alien planet, as important as her work was, if it came down to a choice between her job with the FBI and being with him, there was no contest. While her work with the FBI had filled a need of hers she hadn't even known she had, being with him . . . well, being with him completed her (as corny as that sounded and she cringed every time she thought it). Being with him allowed her to be more than she was alone and no job was worth risking that.

She had gone to tell Cullen exactly that. She had been as non-confrontational as she was able to be but she had made it clear that she had no interest in working with any agent other than Booth and if Cullen were to separate them, she would cease consulting with the FBI. As Booth had predicted, Cullen had not taken the news well; he had reacted as if Brennan was blackmailing him. She had hastened to assure him that that had not been her intent; that she was there merely to let him know of her plans. He hadn't been completely mollified, she now remembered with a frown, but he had had no option other than to take her at her word. He also hadn't liked Brennan's parting suggestion that Zack was always available to take her place if she chose to concentrate on her work for the Jeffersonian.

Regardless of Cullen's reaction, the deed was now done. Everyone now knew that she and Booth were a couple. Thankfully, the reaction from Camille and the powers that be at the Jeffersonian had been much more favorable than Cullen's. As long as she conducted herself professionally while at work (and she had no intention of ever doing otherwise), they had no interest in how she led her private life.

A knock on her door broke her reverie and she came back to the present with a jolt. The knock meant that Booth had arrived and right on time. Taking a deep breath, she passed a hand through her hair and smoothed the other one down her dress. After closing her eyes for a few seconds, she walked towards the door and opened it.

As expected, Booth was waiting on the other side. He was wearing a white dress shirt and black, pleated trousers with a belt. He was carrying a dozen long stem red roses, which he was supposed to hand her but which fell to his side when he got a good look at her.

"Bones, you look," he began to say, as she stepped aside to let him walk in, "you look amazing. Beautiful," he added with a sigh.

"Thank you," she accepted the compliment, with a smile, as she again ran her eyes up and down his body. "You look very good yourself," she told him, with a grin.

"Thanks," he told her, but he grimaced, as he looked down at himself and then at her again. "Though, I feel I'm a little underdressed."

"No, you're not," Brennan assured him. "As you can see, I'm not wearing shoes," she pointed out, as she held up her right foot.

"So, I see," Booth told her with a grin as he slowly ran his gaze up and down her body again. She was wearing a knee length, midnight blue baby doll dress; it was made of silk and crinkled chiffon with a shirred bodice, spaghetti straps and a tied charmeuse Empire waist which fell to a full, fluid skirt.

It was an elegant, beautiful dress, which she had dressed down by wearing her hair down, minimal make up, no jewelry and no shoes. The effect was oddly erotic and Booth swallowed hard before bringing his eyes back to hers.

"Are those for me?" she asked, pointing at the roses he still held by his side. Enjoying his reaction but, deciding for the moment, to not comment on it.

"Yes," he said with a rueful grin. "They are," and he handed them to her. She accepted them with a grin and went to the kitchen to find a vase to put them in.

"These are lovely," she told him, as she walked away. "Thank you."

"Well," he told her, as he looked around the room for the first time. "It looks like you don't need any more flowers." Since she was no longer in the room to distract him, he was able to finally appreciate the atmosphere Brennan had created. "Bones, the room looks incredible."

"I'm glad you like it," she said, as she walked back in and placed the vase with the roses in the middle of the coffee table.

"Yes," he said, as he gazed around the room again. "It must have taken you a lot of time," he said in awe; not quite believing that Brennan had done such a romantic gesture.

"Not really," she denied with a shrug. "Once I knew what needed to be done, the plans fell into place relatively easy."

"Ah," Booth nodded, wondering what she meant by 'once she knew?' Since it was Brennan, it could mean a number of things.

"Dinner is ready," she said, as she stepped back from the coffee table. "Shall we eat?"

"Sure," Booth said and then followed her from the living room. He hoped that dinner would relax both of them and that the nerves they both seemed to have would settle down. "Do you need some help?" He asked her, as he stopped at the threshold to the kitchen.

"No, thanks," Brennan told him, as she picked up the salad bowl. "Everything's ready; just need to serve it. Go on and sit down," she urged him, as she walked by him and into the dining room.

"So, what's for dinner?" he asked, as he sat down. "I mean besides a salad," he paused and looked at her, as she sat down and asked with a grin, "There is something besides the salad, right?"

"Yes, Booth," she answered patiently, as she placed her napkin across her lap. "There's more than just salad, don't worry. Now, eat your salad and I'll bring the next course out afterwards."

"Can I just skip the salad?" he wheedled, as he picked on said salad. "And just jump into the good part?"

"No," she said firmly. "You have to eat that salad if you want to eat 'the good part'. So, eat up."

"Oh, come on, Bones," he whined, even as he started to eat. "You can be soooo mean, you know?"

"Yes, I know," she responded with a shrug and a small smile. "I am very mean; wanting you to eat healthy so you'd live longer."

"Oh, Bones," he said, as he smiled his charm smile. "Does that mean that you want me to live longer?" he asked, as he relaxed further into his chair.

The familiar banter had succeeded in settling those nerves that had been making them both so jumpy and the rest of the dinner followed their now familiar pattern. They talked about the case for a while before they agreed that it wasn't the place for it. Booth then told her of Parker's latest pranks and she told him of her nieces and how nice it was to have her brother in her life again. He went on to say that he thought Cullen had taken their news fairly well and he was glad they'd only gotten probation and hadn't gotten separated.

She muttered a few words and argued that she hadn't been put on probation by her employer; in fact, Cam had congratulated her and told her she was happy for them. She really didn't see why his employer got a say in how she lived her life. He only sighed and told her it'd be better for all concern if she just got over it. She pouted for a few seconds until he commented that she reminded him of Parker when she made that face.

She scrunched her nose and stuck her tongue out at him, making him laugh and he once again marveled at the similarities between her and his six year old. She glared at him for a few seconds before giving in and chuckling too. After they calmed down, she told him that Angela was driving her crazy asking for details and he said that if Hodgins knew what was good for him, he wouldn't even dream about asking him for any details. He did own a gun after all and was not afraid to use it.

"Booth," she said, with a shake of her head, as she leaned back in her seat and enjoyed her wine. "If you shot even half of the people you threaten to, you'd be in therapy for the rest of your life."

"Ah, but Bones," he argued with a slight grimace. "I am in therapy now and haven't shot even a third of the people I'd like to shoot. Seems to me, maybe I could shoot a few and then there'd be a real reason to put up with Sweets," he added, thoughtfully.

"Booth," she told him severely, as she leaned closer to the table. "Don't even joke about that. You know what happened the last time you shot something when it wasn't an emergency. Do you want to be suspended again?"

"I was only joking, Bones," he said, thinking that there was no way in hell he'd risk being suspended now; not when the last time had led to her meeting Sully. "Relax. I promise I won't shoot any of the squints – no matter how much they provoke me."

"You better not," she ordered him, as she stood up and started to pick up the dishes. "I really don't want to have to train another agent when I just got you broken in," she added, with a smirk, as she walked into the kitchen.

"Just got me broken . . .?" he repeated, incredulously. "Bones!" Her laughter floated behind her while he sputtered, not able to come back with a retort. After a while, he gave up and grinned at her audacity. He got up and followed her to the kitchen. "Hey, Bones, leave that. Come on, let's dance," he told her, as he walked up behind her and put his hands on her waist, to pull her to the living room.

"Wait, Booth," she said, evading his hands and walking to the refrigerator to put away the remnants of dinner. "We don't want it to spoil, do we?" She asked and he shrugged, as if he couldn't care less. With a sigh, she tried again, "Wouldn't you like to be able to have some strawberry tart later?"

With a grin, he nodded. He had really enjoyed dessert but at the moment there were other things on his mind besides food, believe it or not. As soon as the food was put away, he took her hand and pulled her to the living room where the music had been playing all evening.

"Booth," she protested, laughing, even as she willingly walked with him. "I still have to wash the dishes!"

"The dishes can wait, Temperance," he told her softly, as he put his arms around her and started to dance. "Let's dance now, ok?" he asked softly, as he leaned forward and gently kissed her.

"Ok," she replied, leaning her head on his shoulder after they finished kissing.

The song was in Spanish and though he was able to understand a few of the phrases, because he had dated a Hispanic woman in law school, he didn't understand the whole song. He thought of asking Brennan for a translation but the feel of her in his arms soon drove that thought out of his head.

Y fue tan fácil quererte tanto/ And it was so easy, loving you so much

She buried one of her hands in his hair and wrapped her other arm around his back, while she nuzzled his neck. He sighed at the feel of her lips on his skin and bent his head to kiss her shoulder after he pushed her hair out of the way. His hands swept up and down her back and pulled her closer to his body.

"Temperance," he said, as one of his hands cupped her neck and he used that hold to tilt her head back. He stared into her eyes for a few moments before bending down to kiss her. The kiss started slow and sweet, but soon turned hard and deep. "Temperance," he groaned when he pulled back. "Are you sure?" he asked, wanting to make sure they were both on the same page.

Algo que no imaginaba/ Something that I didn't imagine
Fui a entregarte mi amor con una Mirada/ Was to give you my love with just a look

"Yes, Seeley," she said, using his given name so that he knew she was serious and not swept in the moment. "I'm sure. We've waited long enough."

"Yes, we have," he whispered, as he leaned forward again and took her mouth. His hands swept down her back again, this time coming back on her sides, so that he caressed the sides of her breasts. He moaned when she reached down, grabbed his ass and pulled his pelvis into hers. "Bones," he groaned again, as he started to kiss his way down her neck.

"Booth," she whispered, as she arched her neck to make it easier on him. "Maybe we should . . . ah," she trailed off with a shudder, when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Maybe," she tried again in between pants, "we should . . . take this to the . . . ah . . . bedroom."

"Good idea," he said with a grin, as he pulled back from her neck. He reached down as if to pick her up but Brennan jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist before he could do anything. "Ok, this works too," he told her with a naughty grin as he shifted his hands to her hips to hold her against him.

Algo que no imaginaba/ Something I didn't imagine
Fui a perderme en tu amor/ Was to lose myself in your love

As he walked towards her bedroom, he let his hands explore her body and in so doing, he discovered something that made his heart skip a beat. "Bones," he said, disbelievingly, "aren't you wearing panties?"

"I guess you'll have to find out, won't you?" she asked, as she kissed and nipped his neck.

"I can't believe you're not wearing underwear," he repeated, shaking his head, as he let her legs come down to the floor next to her bed.

"Well," she told him with a naughty grin, "I told you I wanted tonight to be informal."

"Informal?" he repeated, laughing. "Well, then don't you think you're still overdressed?"

"I guess I am," she answered, following the game. But when she reached up to take off her dress, he batted her hands telling her he wanted that privilege. With a nod, she showed him the side zipper and hook-and-eye closure. He deftly unhooked and unzipped the dress. With one look into her eyes, he reached forward and, after brushing her hair behind her shoulders, gently hooked his fingers on the dress' straps. His fingers lightly grazed her skin, as he pushed the straps over her shoulders and down her arms.

She shivered at the light caress, but otherwise stayed still, as the dress floated down her body to pool around her feet. He finally took his eyes from hers and sent them on a path over her body when the dress touched the floor. She inhaled sharply, as the fire in his eyes flared into a blaze at the sight of her naked body. With a small smile, she stepped from the dress and towards him.

"You're the one that's overdressed now, aren't you?" she asked, as she reached forward and started unbuttoning his shirt. He was so absorbed by the bounty before him that he didn't react to her bold actions, until he felt her hands at the waistband of his pants. But when he reached to stop her, she insisted that it was her turn. With a grin, he agreed that it was only fair. A few seconds later, his pants joined her dress, as he shrugged out of his shirt and it too joined the other garments on the floor.

With a come hither smile, Brennan took a few steps back towards the bed. He grinned and stepped out of his trousers, taking the time to reach down and take off his socks. By the time he reached the bed, Brennan had already turned down the comforter and sheets and was lying down, waiting for him.

Tengo que decir que eres el amor de mi vida/ I have to tell you that you are the love of my life

"You're lovely," he said, reverently, as he lay down next to her.

"Thank you," she told him with a soft smile. "You're . . . very well structured yourself," she told him with a grin, as she remembered their long ago conversation. He grinned back before leaning forward to kiss her.

"I love you," he told her softly, pulling only a few inches back from her mouth so that their breaths mingled. "I love you too," she whispered back, as she reached her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her for a deep kiss. Soon, they had both lost themselves to three years worth of unreleased passion.

After a few more hard and deep kisses, he began to kiss his way down her neck and towards her chest. When he reached her breasts, he kissed all around them in ever tightening circles, ignoring the hard nipples that trembled as they waited for his kiss. After a while, Brennan tired of his teasing and, with a growl, buried her hands in his hair and pulled his mouth right where she wanted it.

With a low laugh at her impatient move, he gave in to her pleas and drew her tight nipple into his mouth. He lightly nipped it before suckling deep into the warm cavern of his mouth. He reached up with his hand and pinched her other nipple, not wanting it to feel neglected.

"Oh, Booth," she moaned at the sensations that shot straight from her nipples to her clit. "Harder," she asked, as she arched her back closer to him. Booth complied and after switching breasts, he pinched and suckled her harder. She moaned again and moved her hands from his hair and sent them to explore his back, even as she drew her right leg over his left hip.

It was his turn to groan when her inquisitive hands reached his ass. While she left one hand clenched on his ass, the other moved around his hip and towards his groin. When she reached his cock, she took it in a tight grip that broke his concentration and had him drop his head to her chest, and grit his teeth, in an effort to control his reaction.

"Bones," he said, warningly as he picked up his head and looked her in the eyes. "You better slow down if you don't want this to end pretty soon."

"Pretty soon sounds good to me," she said around a moan, as he had recovered and was now pinching her nipples again.

"We have all night, Temperance," he protested, even as his free hand stroked down her stomach towards her wet, throbbing center.

"All night?" she groaned. "We've waited three years already; I don't want to wait another three minutes, let alone all night." Despite the intensity of the moment, he couldn't help but laugh at the typical Brennan response.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're impatient?" he asked, grinning into her eyes.

"Yes," she answered with a grin of her own, "You, all the time."

"That's because you are," he insisted, but a tightening of her fist around his hard cock as she pumped him, convinced him that maybe fast wasn't such a bad thing in that particular instance.

"Booth," she asked. "Why don't you shut up and staaarrtt. . ." whatever she'd started to say ended in a moan, as Booth chose that moment to comb his fingers through her wet curls. "Oh, oh!!" she cried out, as his thumb massaged her clit. "oh, god, oh, god!!" she panted, as she thrust her hips into his hand and tightened the hand she still had on his ass.

"Booth, damn it!" she cried out a few moments later when he seemed content to continue to tease her. "I want you. NOW!!" she demanded, as she shifted so that he was lying between her wide open thighs.

"Not yet, Temperance," he denied, keeping his cock away from her entrance by sheer force of will and brute strength. "I don't know if you're ready."

"I'm ready!" she cried out, frustrated. "Believe me, I'm more than ready," she insisted, but he had to find out for himself and without warning, thrust two fingers deep into her heat. "Fuck!!" She screamed at the sudden invasion, as her hips arched forward for a deeper penetration and her inner muscles clenched tightly around his fingers.

"Shit," Booth hissed at the incredible feel of her tight heat around his fingers. He retreated, only to thrust back in a bit more forcefully. But as he discovered earlier, she enjoyed the rougher caresses.

"Booth!" she panted. "I'm ready. Please!! I'm so ready. Take me!!"

That order from the lips of Dr. Temperance Brennan was impossible for Seeley Booth to resist. Before he was fully conscious of doing it, he shifted and in one smooth thrust, he buried himself deep inside the love of his life, finally taking her and making her his.

They were both so close to the edge than only a few deep thrust were needed before they climaxed together. Booth was able to pull back a few seconds before, so that they were looking into each other's eyes when the orgasm overtook them. It took them a few minutes before they recovered from the most intense orgasm of their lives. When Booth was able to draw a full breath and string two words together, he shifted to the side, taking his weight off Brennan's body. That movement made it easier for her to recover her breath.

Without needing to speak, they shifted until he was lying on his back and she was laying half on top of him with her head pillowed on his chest, her arm around his waist and her leg between his legs. She reached down blindly until she located the covers and drew them over both of them as she relaxed on his chest. Neither felt a need to speak; they had already said everything that needed to be said between them. Tonight had just been the physical expression of the love they had declared over a week ago.

She sighed and closed her eyes, more than ready to go to sleep with his steady heartbeat beneath her ear and his hand playing with her hair. He, however, had something else on his mind.

"Hey, Bones," he said, as he tugged on some of her curls to get her attention.

"Yes?" she answered, sleepily.

"What's this song?" he asked, tilting his head towards the door, as if to better hear the song that was coming from the living room. "It's played a few times tonight, hasn't it?"

"Yes," she answered, after a few seconds of listening to it. "I programmed it so that it would repeat every few songs."

"Why?" he asked curiously. The music for the evening had been varied from classical to romantic ballads in English, Spanish and if he was not mistaken French. The variety hadn't surprised Booth, who knew Brennan had an eclectic taste in music. But this was the only song that had played more than once, as far as he could tell and he was curious as to why she'd programmed it like that.

"Because," she began to answer slowly, as she drew figures on his chest. "That song, well, that song sort of reminds me of how you make me feel." She confessed, finally looking up at him through her lashes.

"Yeah?" he asked with a silly grin, absurdly touched at the admission. At her nod, he leaned forward to kiss her forehead, before demanding, "Well, now you have to translate it."

She frowned for a minute before sighing and reached for her Ipod that was laying on her nightstand. She could recite the lyrics from memory but it'd be much better if they listened to the song as she translated it. It was a beautifully slow song, with mostly a piano and guitar accompanying the singers. She looked for the song and then gave him one earphone and put the other one in her ear before turning it on.

Softly, so that he could hear the translation but still hear the song, she began to translate:

Todo cambió cuando te vi/ Everything changed when I saw you
De blanco y negro a color me convertí/ From black and white to colors, I was converted
Y fue tan fácil quererte tanto/ And it was so easy, loving you so much
Algo que no imaginaba/ Something that I didn't imagine
Fui a entregarte mi amor con una Mirada/ Was to give you my love with just a look

Oh no Oh no no
Todo tembló dentro de mí/ Everything trembled inside of me
El universo escribió que fueras para mí/ The universe wrote that you were for me
Y fue tan fácil quererte tanto/ And it was so easy, loving you so much
Algo que no imaginaba/ Something I didn't imagine
Fui a perderme en tu amor/ Was to lose myself in your love

Simplemente pasó/ It simply happened
Y todo tuyo ya soy/ and now I'm all yours

Antes que pase más tiempo contigo amor/Before more time goes by with you, love
Tengo que decir que eres el amor de mi vida/ I have to tell you that you are the love of my life
Antes que te ame más escucha por favor/ Before I love you more, listen to me please
Déjame decir que todo te di/ Let me tell you that I gave you everything
Y no hay cómo explicar/ And there's no way to explain
Pero menos notar/ But even less to note
Simplemente así lo sentí/ I simply felt it like this
Cuando te vi/ When I saw you

Me sorprendió todo de ti/ I was surprised by everything you did

De blanco y negro a color me convertí/ From black and white to color I was converted
Sé que no es fácil/ I know it's not easy
Decir te amo/ To say I love you
Yo tampoco lo esperaba/ I wasn't expecting it either
Pero así es el amor/ But that's how love is
Simplemente pasó/ It simply happened
Y todo tuyo ya soy/ And now, I'm all yours

Antes que pase más tiempo contigo amor/ Before more time goes by with you, love
Tengo que decir que eres el amor de mi vida/ I have to say that you're the love of my life
Antes que te ame más escucha por favor/ Before I love you more, listen to me please
Déjame decir que todo te di/ Let me say that I gave you everything
Y no hay cómo explicar/ And there's no way to explain
Pero menos dudar/ But even less to doubt
Simplemente así lo sentí/ I simply felt it like this
Cuando te vi/ When I saw you

Todo cambió/ Everything changed
Cuando te vi/ When I saw you

When the song ended, they stared into each other's eyes for long moments before Booth was able to say anything.

"You're right," he agreed, after he cleared his voice from the knot that the song had created in his throat. "It perfectly explains how you make me feel too." With a soft smile, he leaned forward and sweetly kissed the love of his life.

A/N: The song is called "Todo Cambio" by a mexican group Camila. It's a beautiful, very slow song, perfect for them.