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AN: My muse strikes!
Brennan wasn't unaware of all Angela said. Booth was very attractive. It was awful when Cam was involved with Booth. She knew that there was a line. It hurt her deeply because the line was for her. It certainly didn't stop Booth from getting into Cam's pants, now did it? She considered doing what she always did with a man she liked: seducing him. It was less personal to just have sex, even if she felt a little shallow and used afterwards. But there was a line. Try as she may, she couldn't see seducing Booth. She always got a different picture in her mind's eye. She could see sitting close to him and eating Chinese food. She could see them bickering. See him hugging her when she wasn't in distress. Just to hug her. The thought brought on a feeling of great security. She knew that he was affectionate and they worked hard jobs. They probably wouldn't sleep together every night. Her seducing plan wouldn't work. They would be dead tired from a case and fall into bed fully clothed. He would curl behind her. She couldn't see a casual relationship with Booth. There would not be any dinners as precursors. The kisses would be chaste. Because Booth was not a boy toy like her usual boyfriends. He was a former gambler. He had seen the horrors of war. He was the kid who's dad drank far too much. He was someone who was amazingly cheerful for a man who had seen half of his trouble. He was the loyal friend, the tender father, the tough love brother, the hard working man. She knew of the physical and emotional attraction between them. Angela saw and thought she didn't. There were no chances taken. It was not because Brennan couldn't see herself with him. She could all too clearly.