A/N: Okay, kinda short, but I thik it gets the point across.
Title: Stand Next to Your Fire
Summary: Do I really need to say anything? I mean, come on, it's about Desire. I will tell you it's from Booth's POV.
Rating: K+ (yes, that's right, I can write a piece about Desire and keep it K+)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Well, I do own a new home gym...but we have to put it together...but as far as BONES and anything else you know...I don't own. I do have sole claim to the plot so that's © WolfMyjic 2007
Wolfy's Warning: This fiction has not been beta'ed because my beta'ers are also judges thus can not beta my pieces. So, um, just deal.
She looks good in red. The first time I ever saw her, she was in black, and I thought no way could she ever look more attractive, but then I saw her in red and knew it was… will maybe not love, but definitely desire. I stand here, one shoulder against the brick wall admiring her. I can't help myself really. I try not to stare, but find that my eyes enjoy sliding over her curves. My heart speeds up every time I'm near her and my palms begin to sweat. I can't believe that I'm this close to every man's dream. The way she looks. How confident she is. If only all of them could be like that, but then I guess if they were all the same, there wouldn't be such a rush to find one, would there? If every man could put his hands of such a treasure, then there wouldn't be this lust…this burning desire to have what's just beyond our reach. In fact, right this minute, my hands are itching to reach out and touch her, but I know better. I know that I would never stop with one touch. I know me too well. I know that it would start with a simple caress of the fingers--lightly trailing over her. Then I would press my hand to her, feeling the desire course up my arm and into my body. No, I'm much safer to stand where I am and admire her in all her beauty at afar. I hate being away from her. I want to be near her. Want to feel her. I laugh as the line from a song pops in my head-- "Let me stand next to your fire." Yeah, that's how I feel. That I want to stand near her fire and be engulfed by her flames.
I blow out a heavy sigh and cross my arms over my chest. How much torture can a man take? It's not the first time I've thought about that. Not only must I keep a check on my growing desire for her, but also I must keep down the growing jealously. God, my blood boils every time we go out. I know that other men are checking her out--watching her tail as we go passed. I get this feeling that I want to claw their eyes out, but I don't. I simple toss them a sly smile to let them know, "Hey, she's mine."
Maybe I am a little too smug about it, but come on--she's a classic. Maybe not everything a man wants, but almost. If you're lucky enough to touch her, you can feel her power under your fingertips, and it just makes you want more. I want more. But I know it's a dangerous game I play. I'm smart enough to know that once I have her, then I'm never going to let her go. Hell, it would kill me to lose her and she's not even mine--well, not fully. I'm working on that, and soon, oh very soon, she'll be only mine. And I can see her in red everyday. Even the thought of that makes my mouth begin to water.
I let my eyes move over her curves once more as I catch movement off to my right. I turn me head, and watch my partner walk up to me. I offer her a smile, and then turn back to the object of my desire. "Isn't she gorgeous?" I ask, although I know she'll never understand my obsession.
Bones reaches out and places her hand on my shoulder. "Booth," she says softly, her eyes never leaving my face. "You do know that it's a…car, right?"
This idea came from my husband. The way he talks about 'Baby' you would think he had a second woman. Hope you all liked.