Thanks for all the support for chapter 1. It's really nice to know I've got all you wonderful people backing me up (even when I'm not completely happy with my own work).
Booth sat on the edge of the bed and stared straight ahead, barely able to make out items on the dresser across the room in the early morning light seeping through the cracks in the blinds. He flinched, startled when a pair of soft, warm hands slid down his bare back and around his midsection.
"Morning," she whispered huskily as she rose to her knees behind him and pressed her body against his equally naked one. She rested her chin on his shoulder as her hands playfully danced across his abdomen.
His body immediately reacted to her, and he covered her hands with his, stopping her fingers from further teasing.
"I didn't mean to wake you," he said as he broke their physical contact and stood, only to climb back on the bed and lean against the headboard.
"You didn't," Brennan replied, moving to sit next to him. "This changes everything, doesn't it?"
Booth chuckled. "Oh, yeah."
"I thought so," she sighed. "May I ask you something without you laughing at me?"
"Remember a couple of weeks ago when we talked about a person's ability to get lost in someone else?"
"Well, I've come to the conclusion that it's not as preposterous as I once thought. And although I don't fully understand it, I can accept that there are people who believe in what they feel, and I shouldn't be so quick to discredit them."
Booth grinned. "I'm so proud of you, Bones."
Brennan returned the grin. "I realized that I expected you to change without doing so myself. And you know what else?"
Brennan took a deep breath. "Although I don't admit to love being the reason, I can begin to see the logic of all moments, regardless of whether they're positive or negative, factoring into the concept of worth."
"You're just saying that because I'm good in bed."
She chuckled. "No, I'm not. Although, you're very attentive, not that I'm surprised."
"You ain't seen nothin' yet, Bones," he teased.
"Of course I have, Booth. I'm not…"
Her words were cut off as Booth pressed his lips to hers.
"Looks like I found a way to make you stop talking," Booth said as he pulled back a couple of inches.
"Only because it's physically impossible to say anything when your lips…"
He closed the gap once more and kissed her slowly.
"Two for two," he whispered, his breath hot against her lips.
"Not fair," she countered, though it wasn't much of a complaint.
"No," he grinned. "But it's so worth it."
Thanks for reading! Yeah, I went there, sort of. It's probably not my best work, but I hope it's not too out-of-character. :)