The pizza was delicious and filling, and after a jigsaw puzzle, two rousing games of Candyland and a bedtime bath, one of the three people that had spent time at Brennan's apartment was exhausted. Brennan and Spencer sat on the couch, the little girl's head bobbing slightly as she began to become the next victim of sleep, and Brennan watched her sleeping partner snore peacefully against her.

"Did you have fun tonight?" Brennan asked the little girl, catching her eyes as she looked up at her thoughtfully.

"Yeah." She nodded. "Mister Booth is nice."

"I think he's pretty nice." She said with a smile.

"He'll be a good boyfriend." Spencer nodded, leaning forward to watch the sleeping man as he snored for a minute. "But it looks like he drools when he's sleeping."

Booth's eyes flashed open, and his brow furrowed. "I don't drool." He said, listening to the two girls giggle at his confusion. "Isn't it time for someone go to bed?" He asked grumpily, Brennan leaned up and kissed his cheek, and he groaned a bit as he pulled her nearer.

"I think it is…" She said, watching Spencer sigh.

"I'm not even tired." She said, yawning as she stood up, stumbling a bit.

"Hey there, be careful…" Brennan said as she got up slowly, feeling Booths hand at her back, she looked back at him and smiled. "I'll be right back." She said, following after the little girl toward the spare bedroom.

Booth sat up and stretched, hearing Brennan's voice coming from the spare room, he yawned and looked at the time, seeing that it was still fairly early, he could feel a bit of anxiety in his gut. He turned and started to clear the coffee table, his eyes focusing on the items he was bringing into the kitchen, he didn't notice she had walked back out of the bedroom. He busied himself with dishes, whistling very softly, and when he turned around, she was directly in front of him, perhaps an inch from his nose. His whistle snorted in, and a grin spread on his face when he saw the 'kiss me' look on her face. He wanted the upper hand, however, so he reached for her palm.

"You're very good with Spencer."

"Thank you." She whispered.

"Is she in bed?"


"Was there anything that you wanted to…"

"Will you kiss me?" She whispered, her lips now saying what her eyes had been begging for, and his smile widened.

"I like that you asked permission… it's good not to have expectations… I don't want to…" His teasing was silenced with a quick, but stealthily soft movement that completed the electric charge that was pulsing between them, her hips pushing against him firmly as he supported himself against the counter. She pulled from the kiss, her eyes settling on his lips, then back to his eyes again. "That was… that was nice." He whispered, breathily.

"I don't want to hurt you." She said honestly. "I don't want… I am afraid that I'm going to be hurt."

"Bones…" Booth shook his head, his brow furrowed.

"I understand that it's irrational." She said, focusing on one of the buttons on his shirt. "I know that… you've never given me a reason to think that this couldn't be for… thirty, forty…" She shrugged. "Maybe fifty years… Our partnership has been through many things, both private and work related." She sighed. "I just worry that… we'll get to a point where you don't want to be with me. You'll grow bored of me, or frustrated with me beyond repair, that you'll learn something about me that severs our love."

"Are you actually a man?" Booth asked, raising his eyebrows seriously at her, she scrunched her brow.

"What? No."

"Do you have any kind of weird fetishes that I should know about?"

"Nothing outside the ordinary." She said, obviously humored now by his questions, she caught on quickly that he was trying to make a point. His eyebrows shot up and she smiled demurely.

"I think we'll be okay, Bones." He replied. "As long as we talk… to one another."

"About everything." She nodded.


"Then perhaps I should inform you…" She said, tipping her head as she looked to him. "I would really like to kiss you right now."

"I should probably let you know then… I'd like to kiss you as well." He said, leaning his forehead against hers. "Will you be my girlfriend, Temperance? Will you make me the happiest that I have ever been."

"Well, you're nice…" She shrugged shyly. "And you're attractive."

"Spencer said I'm handsome."

"She has a penchant for hyperbole." Brennan grinned.

"Shut up, Bones." He said, pulling her nearer, he tipped his head. "No more talking, just more kissing." She answered with a strong grip on his shirt, as she devoured his mouth and allowed him to do the same to her, as they embarked on one of their greatest adventures together.

I apologize if the ending wasn't mind blowing or interesting or... I dunno. I think I have answered all of the open questions. If you want an epilogue of some kind, send me a PM with some suggestions, and I'll see if I can work on something. Thank you for reading! :) Gcatspjs