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AN: I still love Hodela!

It was an odd chosen habit admittedly, but on some nights Angela Montenegro found herself on a particular set of swings.

It had been a bit since she kissed Wendell, a while since Roxy and ages since Birimboau. And yet it all came back to the swings. The childhood staple, the symbol of freedom. Ironically they had jumpstarted the most adult and stable relationship she'd ever endured.

Endurance had nothing to do with it. It had been wonderful. They had strived and worked. And now she felt like crying. She had had something with Hodgins and left it to die out. Ain't it all dust in the wind? She hopes not.

He had listened to her that week and known to take her here. He'd let her go back to days of swishing hair, recess and the consumption of fruit snacks by the pound.

She'd been on dates meant to woo, impress and seduce. Never before was she on a date to be a little kid again. Many men stuck to candlelight dinners, movies or dancing. Dates like these were only meant to be safe. His had had meaning.

She didn't date anymore. Every good date was not as good as that one. Every kiss was compared to that one. It had been naïve, innocent and curious. Their first smooch on the swings had been the embodiment of what a first kiss ought to be.

Angela was a free spirit, but she was a one man kind of girl. There wasn't anyone else. Not to kiss or argue with or make love to. He was her bug man, her shower buddy, her friend with oddly paranoid political views. There was no way around craving Jack in her life.

The fact remained the she had decided to let go. But feeling how she did, maybe it was time for action. A long memorized number was dialed for the first time in a while. After requesting him to meet her at the swings she clicked her phone shut. There wasn't any need to further specify.

He knew where to find her.

The ten minutes he took were millennia. Angela fiddled with the hem of her jacket, mildly worried that he might not show. But show he did, sitting on her swing's neighbor.

"Do you come here often?" He asked her wryly.

"Only you could make an important question sound like a pickup line." She grins at him sloppily.

"Angela." His tone is solemn now, calmly demanding answers.

She casts her head down a bit uncharacteristically. "I still love you Jack. I hate that I didn't stick with you." She looks up at the end of her confession. His warm hand rests upon her knee.

"I love you too. This is the last second chance. I'm not punishing you, hell half this or more is me, but I can't have on and off anymore." Blue meets brown.

"Okay." She can feel salty wetness tracking on her face.

He leans in and it's like the first time. Soft and curious. Both mouths cautious and exploratory.

She knows she can do forever with him if his mouth on hers is always both novel and familiar. As his hands wrap into her wavy hair she knows that they will grow old together. This is real and there is nowhere else she wants to be. There's nothing compared to coming home

AN: Hope you all enjoyed. Merry Christmas/ Holidays/ Hanukah etc!