Again I just wanted to say a huge THANK YOU to everybody reading and taking the time to review. Its very encouraging. I wrote this story as a short one shot for the boneyard, so this is the last chapter I am afraid, but I hope you continue to enjoy. I have some more stories to post too, so let me know if I should!

Chapter 5

The bed is a four poster draped in white muslin that billows gently in the warm breeze from the open balcony door. Soft classical music flows from the small stereo at the side of the bed, and I know that I will find rose petals strewn in the bath. Brennan walks to the bathroom and closes the door. I walk out onto the balcony and try to remember I am a special agent undercover.

The view is breath taking. The red sun is setting over the city, staining the sky in mauve and lilac and indigo, the colors swirling together like brush strokes in a Monet painting. I lean my arms on the white railings and look down over the grounds. Shadows cast by the dying sun elongate the bay trees dotting the lawn in silver pots, the grass is emerald in the shade. She stands next to me and mirrors my pose, looking at the same wonderful scenery.

"The sunset is spectacular."

There is an innocent wonder on her face, and I am struck how somebody so guarded and defensive can be so childlike.

"It's perfect." I reply, not looking at her.

Her voice is hesitant as she starts speaking, and she continues to look at the sky, as if it gives her courage to be so honest.

"I used to want to get married you know. My parents were very loving, happy. And I wanted somebody to make me feel the way my father made my mother feel."

I listen to her words, knowing she just needs an audience right now.

"And then they left, and my perfect world was shattered, and I swore I would never let anybody hurt me again."

I glance at her and I notice she is looking at the ring on her finger. The fake ring the FBI provided for our cover. It is a simple platinum band and she twirls it around and around as she speaks. I don't know if she is aware she is doing it.

"I never thought I would get married Booth. You know that, I've told you on numerous occasions."

I smile sardonically. Yes she has told me that on numerous occasions. What was it? An antiquated ritual enforced by society's culture about some socially acceptable blah blah blah. All I know is that if she were my wife, I would cherish her for the rest of my life. Hell I'd obey her too. And of course I would love her. Till the day I died. But I do that already.

She turned to me and I see her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

"Today has made me feel very confused. And vulnerable."

Her voice breaks a little at her admission and I pull her into my arms and soothe my hands over the thick satin of her dress.

"And it's made me miss my mother."

"I know you don't believe it Bones, but I bet she's looking down on you now, so proud of how beautiful you look."

"But it's not real Booth. It's all a façade."

Yes. A cruel façade. One I never should have agreed to. Because I am now so acutely aware of what I don't have. And I don't know how to answer the melancholy in her voice.

"Someday Bones, maybe you'll find you want to be that someone special to somebody."

"When is someday Booth?" She talks to my shoulder.

"Well, I can't answer that for you."

"But you are the heart guy, you're all about the feelings, the faith."

I sigh. For all the good it does me with Miss 'I need scientific evidence to substantiate that.' I push her away gently, but keep hold of her arms.

"Tell me how you feel right now."

She looks down at the floor, and speaks very quietly.

"I feel... like I want to kiss you again."


This time she comes to me. Her hands cup my face and she steps close and brushes her lips against mine. She starts to pull away but I grip her and kiss her like I have never kissed anyone before. And she is whimpering, and clutching me tightly and it is the most perfect moment of my life. She pulls back and leads me into the bedroom. She pushes down on my shoulders and I sit on the edge of the bed. My heart is pumping furiously in my chest as she pushes my legs open and sits herself between them, facing away from me. There is a dresser and mirror opposite the bed and as I encircle her waist with my hands I stare at our reflection. Trepidation. Excitement. Fear. And love. All etched on my face in equal amounts.

She looks exquisite. Calm and serene. I lean forward and kiss the juncture of her neck and shoulder and she closes her eyes.

"Undress me?"

There is a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. A question in her tone. I have to be sure. Because she holds my heart in her hands and I couldn't bare the pain of her breaking it.

"Do you want this?"

"Yes." Certainty. "Do you?" Uncertainty.

Her eyes are wide, and suddenly I see it. She is afraid too. I turn her head to face me and kiss her softly and I say the only thing that I have wanted to say since I saw her this morning.

"I love you."

She kisses me back, and I feel the wetness of her tears on my cheek. She leans forward, sweeps her hair off the back of her neck and angles her neck forward. I start to undo the tiny pearl covered buttons that fasten the length of her dress.

And she whispers it back.