Get Down, Make Love

November, 2006

With a delicate grunt, Cam lifted her sweat-slicked torso from Booth's and flopped to the pillow beside him. Grinning, he ran one still-trembling hand down her side before turning slightly to take in her satisfied perusal of his naked form in all its glory.

"See something you like, Doctor Saroyan?"

"Clearly." She laughed, leaning up to kiss him quickly before rolling over to step into the en suite bathroom. Checking her reflection in the mirror, she turned on the tap and splashed some water on her face. Leaning out the door for a moment, she shook her head at his smug grin. "Stop that, Seeley. You're entirely too full of yourself."

Booth laughed outright, naughty smile firmly in place. "I have something so dirty I could say to that…"

Cam rolled her eyes and moved back to the bed, settling in next to him and pulling the sheet over her. "You know we should probably talk about this whole…thing we've been doing here."

He snorted at her vague description of their almost-nightly activities. "This 'thing', huh? You mean screwing our brains out every chance we get?" He moved closer to her and began tracing patterns on her exposed thigh with one finger. "What, exactly, is there to talk about?"

"Seeley, come on. Seriously?" She glared at him, irritated that he was clearly avoiding the issue. "We do this, you know. Get together every five years or so, fall into bed, make no promises and always end things amicably." She picked absently at a loose thread on the comforter, her unease evident.

"Hey…hey, Cam…" Booth sat up and leaned forward, forcing her to make eye contact. "I know. And I hope you know, too. You're important to me and this is never going to be something casual. Not between us."

"But it never works out."

He shook his head sadly. "No. You're right, it doesn't." He leaned back against the headboard and pulled her to his chest, wrapping his arms around her torso. "And you know why it doesn't work. Never has."

"Yeah." She sighed. Tilting her head so she could see his face, she continued. "And I am really fine with that. I am. You're a great guy, the sex is amazing and we'll always be friends no matter what."


"Please don't take this the wrong way." She felt him tense underneath her, but resolved to finish this long-overdue conversation. "I mean, not a couple of weeks ago you were hooking up with Rebecca. And I know you said that couldn't happen again, that there's too much baggage there and I get that. But are you and I doing this to avoid putting the effort into other relationships?"

"What? Cam, there isn't any other relationship in my life right now." He clenched his jaw over the half-truth. "And I don't like that you minimize what we are to each other like that. This last time with Rebecca was just me falling into old habits…which you are not. You're important to me, Camille." His repeated declaration only strengthened her decision to have this discussion.

She picked up his hand and laced their fingers together, comforting his sudden ire. "I know that, Seeley. And you're just as important to me." Smiling resolutely, she plodded on. "But I don't want us to be some sort of emotional weigh station in between the really meaningful relationships we may or may not be trying to avoid."

He pulled away suddenly and rolled off the bed, hands on hips. "What are you implying?"

She sat up straight and never wavered from his intimidating glare. "You know exactly what I mean. And who."

"We're just partners!"

"Oh for God's sake, Seeley. Calm down. I'm not accusing you of cheating…on anyone." Her pointed look almost made him flush. "I'm just saying that as nice as this always is, I don't want us to miss out on another kind of happiness while we're just fooling around."

Booth's head dropped as he looked at his feet and avoided her piercing gaze. He was a very good man and she hated like hell that she had to do this to him, but it was for his own good. And maybe hers, too.

She waited patiently as he wrestled with whatever internal debate he was intent on having, and then welcomed him back into her bed when he'd decided whatever it was he was deciding and lay down next to her again.

He put his warm hand on her leg, rubbing softly as he met her eyes steadily. "There's nothing to avoid. And that's the honest truth, Cam. I hope you know that I would never use you like that."

She ran her fingers through his tousled hair. "I know that. But…you're sure? Because you know I love you and I don't want to be the reason you miss-"

He leaned down and ended her protest with a kiss. "There is no reason to worry. I promise you."

Cam sighed into another kiss and pulled him closer, not sure if she was comforted because she truly believed him…or because she just wanted to believe him.