This whole thing seemed so surreal that for a moment Jim had to wonder if he was just dreaming, if all of this wasn't just in his head. It was ridiculous to think of, like he was some teenager falling in love for the first time, but his mind could very well be playing tricks on him.

Except if he was imagining this, he was sure Bones's lips wouldn't feel this warm and soft, his heart wouldn't pound so hard it nearly threatened to burst out of his chest. He tried to take a breath only for it to dissolve into a soft little gasp into the kiss, his fingers curling tight and practically clawing at the fabric of Bones's shirt.

When Bones pulled away he let out a sound of surprise and mild complaint, but he didn't stop him. He licked and sucked at his lips, slowly opening his eyes to find Bones looking deliciously flustered and breathless. Jim couldn't possibly wipe the smile spread across his face.

The remark was, of course, a Bones classic, and very much predictable. Jim couldn't help a laugh, unable to restrain any of his reactions at this point. "Oh my God, Bones, just— just do me a favor and shut up," said in a warm and loving tone, before he leaned in and kissed Bones again and again (because he could do that now), foreheads resting together even as he broke that contact again. "I love you. God, I love you so much. It was eating me up inside not to say it and I can't believe you beat me to it."

Not that Jim was planning on ever saying it, mind. But he was just teasing Bones a little with that last remark.