This is my first attempt at a Bones fiction that is to be a complete story and any flames will be used in place of my coat to keep me warm.
Dis- Don't own Bones becasue if I did I might be able to write a decent episode and I'd have more than99 dollars to my name
Thanks to everyone who reviewed Discovering Yourself you guys inspired me to write this fic
I'm cold. Cold is the all I feel before I wake. The cold is what wakes me. Before opening my eyes I realize that I have an arm and a leg wrapped tightly around me. My eyes flutter open. I look to see Seeley Booth. His arm is around my chest and his leg is around my waist. I'm lying completely naked, on top of Booth in the backseat of his vehicle.
"Booth," I say quietly. His eyes begin to flutter open. He takes in our 'situation' as he opens his eyes.
"Bones," He mumbles.
"Yeah," I answer.
He rubs his eyes with his hands. He obviously realizes that his arm and leg are wrapped around me and moves them, leaving me completely bare. He notices that now I'm uncovered and throws a blanket over me.
"Are you okay?" He asks gently. I have to think about his question. Am I okay? Why would he ask that? I think I'm okay.
"I'm fine," I answer. "Are you okay?" I ask.
"I think I'm okay," He answers. "Do you remember what happened?"
I think about his question. My mind drifts back to last night. Booth and I had finished up a case and he was taking me home. I remember Booth dropping me off, but he didn't leave. Someone set my house on fire and Booth came in to save me.
"Yeah, I remember," I answer.
"Come here," He whispers. He holds me close, and wraps another blanket around me. "You're freezing," He says. He pulls me closer. We both lay there in complete silence for the next few minutes. Booth is holding me tightly under the blankets. I start thinking again. Why did Booth ask if I was okay? As soon as I think the words they leave my mouth.
"Why did you ask if I was okay?" I ask. I think now that I've said that, that it was a stupid question and the look I receive makes my thought truer.
"Sometimes I wonder," He says. Am I supposed to understand this? Is this one of those things that I would understand if my head wasn't always buried in my work? I'm really starting to think that I need to stop thinking. Maybe I do think too much.
"I asked if you were okay because of the amount of alcohol we had last night. I didn't know if you were going to be sick," He replied seriously.
I remember that. I wonder why I'm not hung-over, but I'm happy that I'm not, I've heard awful things about the hung-over feeling. I've never, before last night had alcohol before which some people may consider startling, but isn't really. My mind is now stuck on last night and the many things that happened.
Booth saved me, Booth and I got drunk, and we also had sex in the backseat of his SUV. There were other thoughts along with those telling me what happened last night. Technically the thoughts I'm having are memories and not thoughts but that isn't bothering me anymore. I'm thinking about Booth. My heart has left its little box against my will. I'm having romantic thoughts about Seeley Booth now. That thought leads me to thinking that maybe I wanted last night to happen. Booth and I did have fun last night. We were joking around and stuff.
"Earth to Bones," Seeley says, withdrawing me from my thoughts. "Are you in there?"
"Yes," I snap.
"You don't have to be all snappy about it Bones," He comments. His little nickname is really starting to bother me again.
"How many times must I tell you NOT to call me Bones?" I ask angrily.
"If you don't want me to call you Bones then I won't," He says softly.
"Thank you," I whisper. I'm not angry with him, honestly I don't mind the name anymore, but he pissed me off.
"How about I take you home now," He said. I don't wanna move. I'm incredibly comfortable where I am. Booth has his arm around me and I'm warm now so I see no need to move. It didn't take me long to realize that he wasn't giving me a choice. He was searching for his clothes and I found myself thinking about how good he looked without his clothes on. His eyes meet mine and I realize that I've been staring at him. My face flushes slightly before I look away.
"Like what you see Tempe?" He questions. I'm beat red now. I can't believe that. Since when do I turn red because of a guy? I'm thinking and acting like a teenager now. Immature thoughts aren't the only thing going through my mind, I'm also remembering last night again. The next words out of my mouth can't belong to me.
"Maybe I do like what I see," I say. I don't know where the words came from nor do I know where my following actions come from. I can't believe it! What the hell am I thinking? I'm kissing Seeley Booth. He doesn't seem to mind though. Our kissing is growing deeper until we stop. I think that we both have just realized that we're still lying in his backseat and that it's about 40 degrees out. We pull away from each other. He finishes with his clothes and I find myself missing his naked body.
He is driving us to his house before I jump back into my thoughts, mostly of last night. Seeley said I could stay with him after what happened. That leads me to even more thoughts and questions. Why didn't Booth just leave after dropping me off? Did he see who set my house of fire? Why do I get the feeling that he isn't telling me something?
"Why didn't you leave?" I ask. I see that he thinks about my question before answering.
"I thought I saw someone and I wanted to make sure you were okay before I left," He answers.
"Did you see who it was?" I ask.
"Ortez," He answers. "I guess he didn't get my message," He mumbles under his breath. Huh? What message? I'm confused again.
"What are you talking about?" I ask stupidly.
"He wants you dead Tempe and he obviously didn't take my message seriously," He finishes.
"What message?" I ask. He looks at me through the mirror and decides to answer me honestly.
"I nearly shoved my gun down his throat and told him to leave my partner alone," He replied. "I'll make sure you're safe until I find him," He added.
I think for the rest of the drive that Angela was right. I guess I shouldn't beat up gang members in FBI headquarters. I know that Booth will keep me safe even if that means I have to be dependent on someone.
PLEASE REVIEW and I know Brennan is a bit out of Character but I figure somewhere deep down she has to have naughty thoughts LOL
