Booth/Brennan fluff-age
This was actually my DREAM last night. First Bones dream equals epic stuff you guys :-
Dru
"Bones…you need to sit still while you're doing that."
Brennan shot Booth a glare.
"I know what I'm doing Booth…it's just…some….stupid medicine."
Brennan's breathing had been labored for two days after overcoming a bad bout of the flu. Angela forced her to see a doctor and after their visit she left with some antibiotics and a new enemy for Brennan.
Booth had invited himself over for the weekend to look after her. At first Brennan wasn't having it, but soon became too exhausted to argue any further. Her head thumped in pain and her chest felt tight and unsettled. She stared down at the white piece of plastic in her hand.
"Boooones," Booth sang lightly. He sat on one end of the sofa while Brennan sat in a chair nearby, wheezing terribly.
"What?" she asked her voice breathy as if she had just stopped running. Booth reached out to grab the inhaler from in between Brennan's fingers.
"You need to use this. And you need to stop wiggling around so much; you're going to waste it," Booth only half-way scolded as he read the instructions off the side of her inhaler.
"I already…know what to do!" Brennan snapped. Crossing her arms over her chest she wasn't quite sure why she needed to argue with him. Angela had told her just to get used to the fact she would always be under Booth's watchful eye. It did feel good to know that he cared.
"Ah…this thing is actually no problem," Booth turned the inhaler right side up again and looked over at his partner. She looked so small sitting there in her chair, knees drawn up to her chest and chin rested on her knees as she watched him with that intensity he knew so well. The pain was just in her chest and just from a cold. But it felt all too real to Booth. "Come lay over here Bones."
"What?" Brennan lifted her head a bit, her gaze switching from familiar intensity to soft curiosity.
"I'll help you."
"I don't even need to use it, Booth. Really…let's just go make some dinner okay?" Brennan stood up but the dizziness that rushed to her head forced her to sit back down. Booth grabbed her hands and pulled her to the sofa without too much of a struggle on her end.
"Lay down…across my lap," Booth situated himself next to her.
"What? No Booth. I don't want that plastic thing near my mouth."
It gave Booth a certain sense of peace to know it was the inhaler that made her uneasy and not him.
"So…you can enter horrific crime scenes, put together pieces of grisly puzzles, and stand up to any guy on the street but you're afraid of a little medicine?"
"Booth!" Brennan scolded her voice coming out shriller then what she wanted. "I'm not afraid."
He knew he had her cornered now.
"Lay down then Bones."
She found herself barely able to catch her breath. Without any further discussion Brennan laid out across Booth's lap, her back flush against his thighs. She nestled her head against the armrest of her sofa and stared up at Booth. She could feel her heart beating in her ears. Booth shook up her inhaler.
"Open."
"No."
"Bones…"
"I can't do it Booth…I don't want that medicine in me," her eyes were pleading and milky with exhaustion. Without realizing it she had started fisting up the fabric of Booth's shirt in her hand.
"Let me help you Bones. Please? You trust me don't you?"
Her eyes locked with his and she nodded her head, exhaling slowly. Booth was quick to press down her inhaler.
"Breathe Bones…," he lulled softly. "Just breathe…as deep as you can."
Almost immediately Brennan could feel the medicine enter her lungs. She exhaled slowly once more and took another big breath. Booth's fingers were gently massaging at the skin underneath her collarbone. Brennan closed her eyes.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
"Parker got sick last winter. It helped him breathe better...are you okay?"
Brennan had stopped fisting up his shirt and fighting to breathe.
"I think it worked Booth." Her voice stayed low and quiet. She tried opening her eyes but couldn't. Her eyelids were weighed down with utter exhaustion. Booth's lap was warm and a hand was still rested against her chest, the other steadied on her waist. They sat in the silence of Brennan's living room. The only noise came from one of her occasional hiccups.
"I'm sorry I got you sick Bones," Booth said softly after a while. He rested his head back against Brennan's sofa and closed his own eyes. His mind drifted to the night they had danced around this room.
"I don't think you got me sick," Brennan replied gently. "People are contagious way before they show symptoms Booth. It could have been anyone at the Jeffersonian or the FBI building or…,"
"Yeah but it wasn't Bones. It was me."
"How do you figure?" Brennan knew she couldn't hold sleep off too much longer.
"I don't want to 'figure' Bones," Booth rested a hand on her head. "Let's just lay right now okay?"
He could feel her smile against him.
"Thanks Booth."
"Anything for you," he teased gently.
Anything for my bones.