Title: Very Domestic
Author: SplishySplash, Ihave207Bones
Rating: K (might change)
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Brennan/one sided Hodgins
Summary: Brennan has an effect on people she works with, especially when they see her giving into stereotypes.
Title: Buttons
As he pulled his lap coat off, a tiny click echoed through the nearly empty lab as the button from his favorite button down landed on his work station. He picked up the small four holed piece of plastic that usually rested fourth from the bottom of his shirt and glared at it.
"Damn it." He cursed loudly, making the only other occupant on the platform jump. The woman looked at him with a sheepish expression, as if she allowed herself to be consumed by her work.
"What?" The anthropologist asked as she sat down a random bone.
He cursed again as he turned around and held up the button. "My button fell off." He complained, picking out the small fibers that once held it to his shirt. Brennan got up and walked back to her office and returned with a small sewing kit and tossed it at him. He caught it with ease and looked at it as if it spouted fangs. "Um, right."
She took her seat and watched amused as he attempted to thread the needle. "Do you know what you are doing?" She asked as the frayed end of the thread split even farther.
He shrugged. "Of course I know what I'm doing." He said as his face squinted as if he was trying to sort some sludge and get answers from him. It missed again and he looked up with a frown. "Okay, not really."
"You have two doctorates and yet you don't know how to sew on a button?" She asked with a smile as she got to her feet and grabbed the needle and thread from his hands, brushing her long fingers against his sending shivers up his spine.
She stuck the end of the thread in her mouth and his eyes glued to her lips as the end disappeared between them, sticking the thread together. She pulled the end out of her mouth and the thread went into the eye on the first try before tying a knot in the end,
Brennan waited for him to unbutton the blocking buttons before she placed the needle into her mouth again and unbuttoned his shirt herself. Her fingers brushed against his chest as the index found the correct spot for the button and she stuck the needle through the fabric. He released the breath that he didn't realize that he was holding before a smile crept on his flushed face as the needle poked through the hole and she shoved it down the adjacent one.
"This is very domestic of you." He commented in a whisper.
Her eyes looked up and met his as a smile went on her concentrated face. "Don't let it go to your head." She said just as softly, before feeding the needle through another hole. His attention began to wander and suddenly he could see her in any domestic situation with him of all people.
The house would be a quaint, she wasn't a showy kind of person, in a neighborhood where they closed the street for parties and everyone knew each other. They both liked dogs, so a large German Sheppard puppy would be in the backyard with a huge play set.
The inside of the house would be one from a magazine, dark colored walls and random artifacts from her excursions and memorabilia from his collections. Her office would be in the study, filled from top to bottom with texts about bones, cultures, bugs and slime, a place she could go to solve her writers block. His 'office' would be in the garage by choice, filled with his collection of cars and specially insulated for his bug collection and other gross things that she wouldn't allow in the house.
Common ground would be in the kitchen, which would have matching professional stainless steel appliances to quench both of their cooking hobbies, a modest dining room adjacent to the kitchen. The bedroom would be their domain.
One that had a lot of money invested in. It would include a huge walk in closet neatly organized with her things while his things would be in the corner. Next to the fully stocked mini bar would be a stripper pole where his gift to her for their wedding would've been pole dancing lessons and of course the bed would be huge to satisfy all needs.
Kids' room would be tidy and would match their personality. The little girl would be daddy's princess with a pink frilly castle bed surrounded by stuffed animals and other things to encourage her development. She would be a splitting image of her mother down to every detail with the toes of a ballerina.
Their son would look just like him, down to the dirt stains on his face. His bedroom would be decked out with cars to a specially made retro Ford turned into a bunk bed and was surrounded by his toy cars. He would side by side with him during his insect feeding routine and knew all their classes and phylum's.
They would switch nights on who would pick up the kids from their private school and make dinner in their well stocked kitchen, Brennan would insist on being self sufficient. Once the garage would open, the dog would yap excitedly and the kids would run to the door like clockwork, they would lean down and kiss each child on the cheek before sharing a deep kiss, even though they had seen each other two hours previous. During dinner they would chat excitedly about their day and after they would retire to the sitting room where they would play mind stimulating games.
At night when the children were all tucked into bed they would finish any last minute paperwork or what not and when they finally retire to bed, the real fun would start. . .
"Jack?" Brennan asked, shaking his shoulder slightly. "Are you alright?"
He smiled and blushed a deep crimson color. "Yeah, I guess I just spaced out." He looked down his shirt and noticed that the button was snuggly in its place waiting for him to put it through the hole. For some reason out of the blue, the urge to kiss her surged through him and for another reason he couldn't tell he acted on it. He placed his hands on the side of her face and kissed her. When he released her face, she took a step back out of surprise. He was just as surprised as a hand went to the back of his neck and he shuffled his feet, praying to whoever was listening that she wouldn't hurt him.
But her reaction surprised.
"A simple thank you would've sufficed." She said with a very small smile before turning on her heels and heading towards her office, but she stopped and turned around. "Oh and you should really learn how to sew on a button, it's not that difficult."
Her heels clicked loudly on the tile as she walked into her office while he stood embarrassed on the platform. He turned around and tapped the trashcan with his foot, before watching her grab her purse and shut her lights off.
He held his breath as she waved to him before leaving the lab and as soon as her footsteps disappeared, he placed his head on the table tapping it on the desk a couple of times. "Stupid, stupid, stupid."