“Bones,” I sighed. “Know something? I’m not afraid of you, but you scareme….” His outline blurred again.“You scare me, too, Kitten,” he might have replied, but I couldn’t be sure.”

“BONES: “I want you to promise me something. Promise me you’re not going to start running again.”CAT: “No, I’m too tired to run, and you’re too fast. You’d only catch me.”BONES: “That’s right, luv. If you run from me, I’ll chase you. And I’ll find you.”

“I love your hands,' he sighed. 'You think I look like an angel? Well, Kitten, your hands are my heaven and your eyes are my home.'" (Bones)”

“It’s alright, Kitten,” Bones said. “He won’t shoot.” Tate lowered his gun, even as the sudden dizziness from blood-loss made me sway. Bones took my gun and casually handed it to Juan, who gapped at him in amazement. “You called her Kitten? And she let you? She put me in a coma for three days when I called her that. My balls never recovered from her smashing them into my spine.” “And well she should have,” Bones agreed. “She’s mine. Kitten, and no one else’s.”

“Kitten." His voice was thick with something I couldn't name. "This is the part... where you don't have a choice.”

“The last thing that you need to fret about is my feeling emasculated, Kitten; but talk is cheap, so I'll be sure to show you later." ~Bones”

“I want to know all of you, Kitten. What you show me, and what you try not to.”