A/N: So I decided to write this after tonight's episode, Man In The Mud or whatever it was called

A/N: So I decided to write this after tonight's episode, Man In The Mud or whatever it was called. I kept looking at the pottery scene and couldn't get over the fluffiness hidden inside of it. So, I decided to write this. I hope you like it. If you do, leave a review, if not, still review because critism helps me become a better author. Anyways, enjoy! Oh, I don't own anything but if someone were to give me Booth, I wouldn't decline!

A Lovely Thing

They denied it. They always denied their feelings for each other. Instead of admitting their feelings, they kept them bottled up and covered up with work. It was easy. If the only thing they talked about was work, they wouldn't have to talk about them. Them. That was a touchy subject. I wanted to see them, though, I wanted to see them outside of their usual environment doing something that neither would ever dream of doing in their lives – make ceramics. He had been hesitant about it at first saying that he didn't like making things. That was clearing a lie. Lies. They often lie. I've noticed that a lot too. They lie to keep concealed what they don't want revealed – their feelings for each other. So of course, when they agreed to come, I was more than happy. I could finally see them away from work, away from being in the "shrink seat" as he so cleverly put it in one session, and away from the masks, the lies, and everything else they use to conceal their feelings to the world.

I was even more than thrilled as I watched them – observed them. If I had been an outsider, someone who was not part of us, someone who didn't know them at all, I would have thought they were a couple and that my girlfriend and me were the awkward partners forced together on a double date. Anyone could see the sparkle in their eyes as they flung clay at one another. It was childish and silly but lovely to witness at the same time. Two people in love are always a lovely thing to witness.

Of course, the night had to come to an end. I was once again the therapist and they were once again the troubled, awkward partners forced together on a double date with their crazy therapist. Despite their awkward silences on the ride home, I couldn't help but notice the way they sent little glances towards each other, smiling, blushing, and turning away once caught by the other.

Yes, two people in love are a lovely thing to witness.