Authors Note: This one-shot isn't much of anything. There's no warnings; maybe a little vulgar language. This will be my last story for a little while. I am putting everything that is not finished on a hiatus due to some personal events that need my attention. To be honest, I don't have the motivation to keep up right now with everything that's going on, and I hope all my readers understand and don't take it too hard. However, I do have a little motivation to do short, one chapter, one shots. The only condition I have to writing those is that the readers suggest what they want to read. If any of my readers want a specific one shot they'd like to challenge me with, please leave your ideas in the review box, or my PM box. Try not to make them too complicated and too detailed. I'm hoping that those suggestions from the readers will help get my mind off of things a bit. I do not have enough energy to focus on my long running stories, but I can spare enough for one shots if any of my readers would like to suggest topics. If no topics come in, it'll be awhile before you hear from me as a writer. Well, that is all for now. I hope you enjoy this little snippet that I wrote in the middle of the night. It is from Brennan's point of view, try not to take it too seriously as it is only fiction. It will be easier to follow and understand if you listen along to the song that inspired it. Enjoy and be aware of vulgar language.
Song: Girl Crush by Little Big Town.
It was always at night that she thought of them. It was at night when she admitted her true feelings. Realizing in short time that she wanted everything she had. From her long blonde hair to her deep brown eyes. Brennan wanted to kiss her, revel in the feel of her lips and the taste. She was a beautiful woman, smart and athletic, charismatic and funny. Things Brennan wasn't. She didn't understand sarcasm; she couldn't make jokes that everyone could understand. But every night, she wondered how Hannah's hands felt, what her touch felt like. If it was as hypnotic as it looked.
She wished she could drown herself in the woman's perfume, curl up against her and feel her warmth. Everything Hannah had, Brennan wished she could have; could experience. All because they were a part of him. Hannah's lips would taste like his, the curve of her neck would smell like his aftershave where he nuzzled her in the morning. She felt her skin begin to tingle, as she lay awake in her bed thinking of it all. Brennan had tried so hard, from drinking herself to sleep to walking in the cold night air to forget about her. To forget the way she pulled him in, to forget the images of the two of them under his sheets in the middle of the night. It was a girl crush unlike anything she'd ever read, studied, or heard about. She only adored and envied Hannah because of what she had. She had him. Somehow, Hannah had him.
No matter how hard she tried, how much wine she sipped, or how far she walked, the images, the thoughts of the beautiful blonde wouldn't leave her alone. She had done everything she could to grab his attention; she cut her hair, gave herself bangs, wore a little more eye make up that Angela suggested would make her eyes 'pop'; whatever that meant. She wore jeans that hugged her hips and accented her rear and made her legs look longer. She researched how to tell funny jokes, how to read sarcasm and how to deliver it. But it hadn't worked; the sexy blonde with a nice bust and athletic build captivated him. Every time they kissed, Brennan caught herself watching not just his lips, but also hers. The way her tongue moved lithely into his mouth, the way her teeth grabbed his lip with playfulness. How wonderful that would feel she thought. The most wonderful part of it all, she thought, was watching him. Hips were his favorite thing. If you asked any other male they'd answer breasts or ass. But not him. He loved curves, holding the waist and following the curve until he grasped the hips. Her hips tingled as she longed for that touch. But her hips were not Hannah's; they were not curved to match her waist. So she envied even more about the blonde. Wondering and wondering what she would feel like, sound like in the middle of the night when she was being pleasured.
Brennan could see her arching her back in a beautiful dance like way, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks, and that's what she wanted. Because it would be him that was causing it. It would be his lips that she tasted, the warmth of his hands that she felt, and the guttural moans from his throat that she would hear. If only, she could have Hannah. If she could just be with Hannah, have whatever it was that she had. No amount of time spent thinking about her crush had brought her to a conclusion of what he was drawn to. So she continued to fantasize, continued to watch and then relieve herself in the safe confines of her office or sometimes the bathroom. It had taken weeks of this jealousy, of this infatuation to settle down. To realize that it wasn't Hannah that had her this way. It was the notion that she'd feel him. She'd feel Booth if she got the chance to hold Hannah, to kiss her. IT would all be him. It wouldn't be Hannah. And that broke her heart more than just watching them.
It wasn't until she'd been dead awake for two days that she caved. That she sat next to him in her office and broke down. She had placed her hand on his thigh, the way she watched Hannah do a thousand times. But his reaction to her wasn't what it was with Hannah; he'd gotten uncomfortable and pulled away from her. His eyes never leaving hers, even when the tears made the blue more prominent and brighter. It had all left her mouth in a rush, every fantasy, every thought, everything. And he had just stared at her and listened, his expression blank, his lips in a tight line. She could see the distance in his eyes, the tension in his shoulders and chest, and every word she spoke to him wound him tighter. She was making it all worse, and even as she tried to explain, and apologize, nothing minimized his discomfort.
She had moved away from him, to the furthest end of the couch and diverted her eyes anywhere but him. When he had spoken, she had flinched, her eyes dry and the evidence staining her cheeks. Not expecting him to get up and kneel in front of her she leaned back and tried not look at him. But his hands ran up her thighs and his voice was a deep timbre that she'd never heard before. Nearly missing his offer from the sheer shock of it, her head had snapped back to look him dead in the eyes and reality hit her like a truck. Realizing then, that it wasn't right. She would need to wait it all out, respect what he had. No matter how tempting his offer was. It wasn't right and he'd hate himself and she wasn't going to be the cause of that. With as much confidence and composure as she could muster, she spoke with a shaky voice that it wasn't right. That she wouldn't enjoy what he had to offer if she knew that it would make him suffer later. She had risen to her feet, leaving him there on the floor of her office, proud that she hadn't given in to her irrational thoughts about Hannah.
THE END