A/N: Hello, Suitors! After some time of admiring your awesome work, I decided to post something on my own. I hope you'll like it. And remember, feedback is always appreciated!

Maybe some of you guys watched Bones (or in this case, S01E06 'The Man in the Wall'). According to Angela Montenegro, there were 6 stages of relationship. How would that work in Darvey edition?

Disclaimer:Obviously, I own nothing.

Angela: […] They got freaked out by stage six.
Brennan: Which, what stage six?
Angela: 1. Spend the night. 2. Spend the weekend. 3. Exchange keys. 4. Sexy weekend getaway. 5. Extended vacation, inevitably followed by 6. Move in together.

Spend the night

After 13 years- it happened (well, apart from that one special, whipped cream-flavoured night). Not with enormous amounts of alcohol and not after a firm party. Not because he was jealous nor she was furious with him for some reason. It was a special evening, though. A special evening that led to even more special night. For the 13th time, they celebrated the day they started working together. And it was oh so different from the previous year. They raised their glasses of wine in toast for next 13 years together, rubbed their knees against each other with no backing outs or 'sorry's murmured under their breaths, there was no awkward silence at all. At the end, they didn't call Ray or the cab. They walked slowly arm in arm, to her apartment, chattering about nothing particular.

After they'd crossed the threshold and closed the door, she turned around slowly. Donna didn't offer him coffee or a drink. They slowly closed the distance between them but still, they didn't make a move until he raised his hand a traced her cheekbone delicately with the back of his hand. She closed her eyes and smiled gently, inhaling his fading cologne.

They were nose to nose and finally, his lips captured hers. Slowly, almost lazily he poured every bit of attachment and care while she replied with intensity, kissing him back. His hands went up to frame her face lightly and she on the other hand took the lapels of his jacket to press their bodies closer. The kiss took no longer than just a blink of an eye when he pulled back. Still standing so close that their noses were touching, he searched on her face even slight trace of doubt, asking her last, silent question. Answering, she stepped out of her black heels and took his hand to lead him to the very same bedroom, as the last time.

When the alarm went off at 6:30 the next day, one strong male arm started waving blindly in search of the buzzing intruder. When he couldn't localize it, more gentle, femine hand, knowing the localization of the alarm by heart, turned it off.

'Thank God it's Saturday' he murmured when he fell deeper on the soft pillow, feeling her arm that was circling his waist tightening and small smile against his neck.

End.

A/N: Thoughts?