Author's Note: Alas, the end. Okay, you know it's been too damned long from the last time you updated a fic when TPTB actually take their heads out of their asses and resolve a long overdue plot, namely B&B getting together and not only getting together but making a drop dead adorable little girl. What I appreciate is that even though they did that, the show is still more than decent, both with cases and personal plot lines. Other shows just jump the shark without a fight. Not BONES.

There are excuses, both genuine and bullshitty as to why I haven't touched this fic but those would take up a chapter by themselves. It's time to finish this one, almost two years after the last update….sorry. Thank you all for your patience and support. Hopefully, the more I whittle away at my incomplete projects, the more old muses will reawaken and provide more BONES awesomeness. With love, ~*CMW2*~

PS: I graduated 12th in my class last year on time, I have a job, and I'm about to finally get my State IDs so I can see R rated movies, have my own damned bank account, and rack up debt on credit cards with shit I want but don't need like a normal 19 year old. Huzzah!

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

"It's hard to believe they've been together for 6 months already."

"Zach and Cam complement each other nicely. Barring unforeseen occurrences, I can see them together for a number of years."

"You got a good point, Bones. It's just…it's still a little weird to me, that's all."

Brennan absorbed that and took another sip of her glass of wine. Angela had insisted on throwing the couple a 6 month anniversary get together, despite the fact that anniversaries were defined as a year. They were sitting in the main part of Hodgins Estate, a quiet movie night/dinner combo. Zach and Cam had made a nest on the middle portion of the plush wrap around couch after dinner, his arm securely around her. Cam had curled into him and the two shared kisses gently between Indiana Jones' adventures. They were tangibly content, just like a renewed Hodgins and Angela. Brennan would freely admit that she was happy for all of them. It was good to see her friends turned family happy.

It was still a blunt reminder of what…or rather, who she didn't have, though….

"Booth, you don't have any lingering feelings for Cam, do you?"

"Nothing more than friendship, Bones."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. I'm not jealous. Just protective of both of them."

That made her smile. Booth was a protector. He protected his family, his country, his friends, everyone. He'd be the first one to stand up for someone who couldn't and the last one to hurt an innocent. He had a strong moral compass that he followed and he was full of warmth, fire, and life. He was different from the other men that had gravitated in and out of her life, more worldly where it counted and much more interesting…much more fun. With people like Stires, she wouldn't have been able to talk about work and do silly fun things like water fights and movie nights. She wouldn't feel safe enough to talk about real things, family things, childhood things, scary happy things with another man. Just Booth. Always Booth…

"Hey, Bones? You're looking at me kinda funny. Do I have something on my face?"

His face. His symmetrical face. A face that could make her deliriously happy to see one moment and make her want to saw through him with a bone saw the next. His face showed his emotions perfectly, no room for lies. He had a whole range of expressions and micro expressions that she had memorized, both in waking hours and in her subconscious. Brennan knew that she couldn't read people as a whole very well but Booth…Seeley…she could read like a forensic journals or the Avengers comics he had gotten her hooked on. His face was a beautiful face, defined jaw, full lush pink lips, large amber honey eyes…amber honey eyes that glinted chocolate after their Steamboat Kiss…

"Temperance, what's…?"

Grabbing by the collar of his deep green tee, she kissed him hard and deep, demanding and pleading all at once. He gasped, shivered slightly and then responded wholeheartedly. Both of his hands splayed possessively over her form and she gave a little hop into his arms wrapping her legs around his waist. Breaking for air, she ran her fingers through his hair and he turned towards their stunned but pleased friends.

"Um…is there someplace we can…"

As one, the four of them pointed at the main staircase and Brennan held on tightly as he quickly ascended.

She'd never let him go.

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"You know, if anthropology doesn't work out for you, you could be one hell of a professional matchmaker. How'd you know it would work?"

"I didn't. I just figured that the simpler the scenario, the more relaxed they would be and the more likely that nature would take its long overdue course. Although, I can't say I was surprised that Dr. Brennan made the first move. She's proven to be quite decisive when need be."

Her huff of laughter caused goosebumps to erupt on his bare chest and Zach sighed softly as she sat up fully. He would never get used to the sight of her, the feel and taste of her. He'd never tire of debating with her and doing various recreational activities on their down time. Camille had proven to be very open and warm, understanding and loyal to him. Zach knew that he was fortunate to have a woman like her in his life, platonically and intimately and he would do his utmost to keep her.

A six month anniversary was nice. A one year anniversary would be nicer. Waking up with her 20, 30, 40 years from then…that was Nirvana and his ultimate goal. Zach wanted as much time with her as possible. He wanted to love and touch and protect….

A low groan escaped his gritted teeth as she resumed her rhythm astride him, taking him in and out of her rippling channel with eager ease. His fingers ran greedily over her milk chocolate honey skin, his lips following as he reversed their positions. Camille was moaning and gasping underneath him, a smile playing her full pink lips as he kissed her neck.

Her right hand went above her head to the pillow and his hand went to hers immediately, clasping firmly as heated bliss boiled in his veins…

"I love you, Zach…" she whispered into his ear before her noises began to become louder, more insistent, higher and higher until…

His vision swam and whitened out as he fell over the edge with her, his uncharacteristic yells of release setting her off into a quivering, gasping, giggling frenzy underneath him…

His Camille.

His Best Friend.

His Lover.

His Mentor.

His Solace.

His Refuge.

FIN.