I was never enamored with the whole two boyfriends story in the fourth season, especially since it came immediately after Bones had turned down the invitation for a one night stand with Ian in the two part season premiere because of what Booth would think. Here is how I would have settled that, namely by Bones catching up to her reality just before the trip to England with Booth. I hope you all enjoy this one. Gregg.
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Bones was working on her new novel. It was just the beginning, and she was trying something new. Of course the science and mystery would all be accurately portrayed and be a prominent aspect of the work, but the principal thrust of the novel was going to be a resolution of sorts for her two main characters, Kathy and Andy. She'd received a great deal of fan interest in that issue, and her editors had discussed it with her considering that the two characters had been in something of a limbo regarding their relationship for four novels now. The fans enjoyed it, but were anxious for something more. This opening scene was a sex scene to lure in the readers and also let them know that his novel would break some new ground.
Unfortunately, she was having difficulty writing this first scene. The technical side of it was easy enough. She liked to draw upon her own sexual experiences for inspiration on these scenes, and she had a rather large range to choose from given her long held views about sex. It was the emotional aspect that she wanted to fit in that was eluding her. In addition to that it had been almost a year since she had last had sex, and she was feeling that emptiness, for lack of a better word, rather keenly.
Her last sexual encounter was a casual one night stand a week before the Gormagon case began. After Sully had left, she had had a couple of one night stands to deal with her urges, but when Zack had left for Iraq, and she discovered that Booth could have stopped him when Zack had approached him for advice, she'd distanced herself from Booth for a few months and engaged in a number of one night stands to keep from always focusing her attention on her worry over Zack, and her irrational anger at Booth. It had been wrong, not in terms of having had sex, but in her reasons for doing so. Since they had began work on the Gormagon case she'd ignored her urges and focused on regaining the closeness she'd developed with Booth.
During that time a lot had happened. Carolyn had decided to feel "puckish" and had blackmailed her into kissing Booth under the mistletoe. She'd gotten to see a whole other side of Booth when he'd dressed up as a Squint on Halloween, and the very comfortable feel of their dinner and talk that night had been wonderful. She'd gotten to better know her father and brother, as well as her brother's new family, so she was now learning to feel as if she had a family to be a part of again. She'd manipulated Booth into helping her get her father acquitted of the murder charges, and he'd never said a harsh word about it. After the horrific shooting of Booth at the Karaoke club and thinking he'd been dead for two weeks, she'd had the delightful experience of seeing Booth naked when she barged into his bathroom and he'd gotten angry and stood up, not bothering to cover up.
Since she'd seen Booth naked she'd been thinking more and more on what she had been going without for some time. During the last couple of months she'd gone out clubbing with Angela a couple of times a week and during those outings she'd casually looked over the guys who appealed to her, physically, and wondered if maybe she should take one of them home for the night. She hadn't on any of those clubbing nights with Angela, or any other night when she went out to a bar for a quiet drink, but she'd certainly been tempted.
The main question she had about that was why? In the past, especially the previous summer, she'd had absolutely no problem taking a nameless guy home for sex. One night, no names, and then he was gone before the sun came up. Not really a wham, bam, thank you ma'am, considering that she had a voracious sexual appetite on those nights, but it had boiled down to essentially that. Her desires and urges were still the same, as her various sex toys could attest to given the frequent use she'd subjected them to since her last sexual encounter a year before. No. The one thing that she could identify in her ponderings was that it was the simple fact that when she was sizing up a potential one night stand she was mentally comparing the male in question to Booth, and that was guaranteed to cause the nameless guy in question to come up significantly lacking. That had ended any considerations of bringing anyone home on those nights.
As she was musing on all this, all the while wondering how to write this scene, her cell phone rang out with the Foreigner song Hot Blooded. Despite her sexual frustrations due to her now realized desires for her best friend, Booth, she smiled. It was him. She picked up the cell phone and flipped it open.
"Hi, Booth," she said, ignoring the noticeable rise of her arousal that just talking to him seemed to bring on anymore. I really need to have sex, she said to herself. "Do we have a case?" she asked.
"No case, Bones," he chuckled. "Actually I was hoping you could help me out."
The image of her helping him out of his pants and boxer shorts entered her mind and she ferociously squelched it. She'd save that one for when she used her favorite vibrator later that night. "Sure," she replied. "What do you need?"
"You know that I'm going to London in a few days to give that presentation at Scotland Yard," he started out.
Bones nodded to herself. She'd been pleased that his abilities were being recognized in such a fashion. She herself was going to London a couple of days after him to give a lecture on her work in Forensic Anthropology to a group of graduate students at the LSE. They planned on getting together and taking in the sights for a couple of days as he'd never been in London before outside of a layover during military transport. She'd been there a number of times and was looking forward showing him her favorite locations. "I remember," she replied. "How's it coming?"
"I have it worked out, but I was wondering if you would mind listening to me deliver it so I can have a second opinion. You do this kind of thing all the time, but it's new to me," he told her.
She looked at her screen with the blinking cursor and very little text having been written. She doubted that she would make much progress anyway. "Come on over," she told him, smiling at the thought that she would get to spend the evening with him. "I'll order some Thai."
"Thanks, Bones," he replied. "I'll be over in about half an hour. Bye."
Bones deleted what she'd worked on thus far, deciding to start fresh when she had considered it a bit more. Taking in the apartment, she saw that it was in decent shape, so she went to her bedroom to change into something different. She didn't want to have him come by with her only in a satin bathrobe and nothing else. She'd sat down to her computer right after taking a shower and hadn't put anything on except the bathrobe, having not expected anyone to come by. She threw on a pair of gray sweat pants and a mans t-shirt that Booth had given her. It had the FBI acronym on the front. It was baggy and loose. She decided not to put on a bra as she was more into comfort than propriety, and she didn't think it would be a problem. Besides, if Booth did notice, it might be amusing to see how flustered he got. When she was done getting some clothes on she called the restaurant for the takeout and then went into the living room where she flipped through the new anthropology journal that had arrived in the mail the day before. When the familiar knock on her door came she went and opened it, smiling widely.
"Come on in," she said as she ushered him to the living room. She watched as he put his laptop down and a couple of file folders with information.
"I really appreciate this, Bones," he told her with a serious charm smile firmly in place to let her know that this was something important to him. He saw how casually she was dressed and sighed appreciatively. She was comfortable around him, and that meant a lot. There had been one embarrassing time a few weeks after Sully left when he'd come by to get some signatures on paperwork that his boss had called about on his day off. He hadn't called first, though he usually did, and she had answered the door in nothing but a robe, her hair mussed and she looked a but flushed. A guy was at her table in nothing but a pair of jeans. It had been obvious as hell that he was a one night stand and they had been having a last little round before he would be asked to leave. He must have interrupted it in mid-round if she was that flushed. He had talked to her later on, apologizing all the while embarrassed as hell, and she'd told him that she didn't mind as he was a friend and he'd had no way of knowing that she'd brought a guy home the night before. The trust was apparent in her reaction when they'd talked about it. He was reminded of that trust and comfortableness when he noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra under the t-shirt he'd given her.
Bones noticed his look at her breasts and she inwardly smiled. It certainly hadn't taken him long to notice her lack of a bra. She wondered if he would have noticed if she hadn't worn panties. But that was all academic as she had worn panties under her sweat pants. Sexy, tiny satin and lace panties that felt wonderful on her, but the point was that she had worn them. She quickly refocused her attention on why Booth was here.
"So, show me what you have, and then I'll listen to your presentation," she told him, not thinking about the double entendre that she had said at the beginning of her statement.
Booth, being in a more playful mood than usual, and wanting to show her that he could be comfortable about sex, decided to tease her a bit. "You saw what I have a few months ago, Bones," he said with his charm smile at full force. "Trying to have it in reverse where the speaker is pictured naked instead of the audience?"
Bones' jaw fell a bit and then she laughed. Contrary to popular belief she did enjoy a good joke, and this was one she understood. She was also pleasantly surprised that he could joke about her having seen him in all his naked glory in his bathroom that one time, though she would have enjoyed being able to see his naked ass, too, but that hadn't happened.
"Are you actually making a joke about sex, Booth?" she asked as the doorbell rang. She jumped up and went to pay for the food bringing it into the living room along with a couple of beers.
"I'm not a prude, Bones," he told her as he took a drink of his beer. He took the offered box of takeout, knowing that she would have ordered for him what he always had when they had takeout.
"Then why'd you sit back down when you realized you were standing in front of me naked?" she asked with an arched brow. She meant it as a joking aside, but in reality she knew that it was a serious question that was natural considering his statement about not being a prude. "And use your comic book as a cover."
"Graphic novel," he corrected her, though they both smiled, knowing she was teasing him about enjoying comics. "And Bones, that was hardly the ideal situation for me to be showing off the goods," he reminded her. "You were pissed at me over something that I didn't even have any control over and we were both angry at each other over it."
"I guess I can accept that line of reasoning," she said reluctantly, and then got a wicked gleam in her eyes. "But they were very well structured goods, though."
"Not as well structured as yours," he blurted out, though he hadn't intended on saying that.
Bones looked at him intently. He'd never been that forward in talking about her beauty, and she doubted that he had meant to say what he'd just said to her. That didn't take away from the honesty of his words. She could see it in his eyes, despite the shock in them that he'd exposed his appreciation like he had. It struck her that maybe this was the perfect opportunity to discuss what had been developing between them for a long time now.
"Let's go over your presentation, and then we can discuss that," Bones suggested.
Booth was nervous. He'd wanted a discussion for a long time, but at the same time was also afraid of having one for fear of her not feeling the same as he did. His line had made a disaster of things for a year and a half now. "Discussion?" he parroted.
"I think it's time," Bones told him, a smile on her face as she tried to reassure him.
"Yeah, I guess it is," Booth replied, trying to be confident. He glanced down at the files and his laptop. "But let's eat before we get to the presentation. I'm starved."
Both of them were hungry and the takeout was made short work of. While they ate they discussed some changes that might be needed at the Lab in order to fill the gap left by no longer having Zack there. Booth had brought it up, and noted the very distant look in Bones' eyes as they discussed it, but she held it together and was able to work through the various issues. Bones mentioned that she had a number of grad students who had potential, but she would need to spend time with them in the lab before making a decision. She also wanted his input as the intern would be a part of the team as well. Dinner was finished a short time after that.
"Okay, let me take a look at your notes first, and then you can give me a rough outline of your presentation. Once we've gone over that, you can stand over there and deliver it," she told him. Having done presentations so often in her professional life, she knew the kind of practice Booth needed. She ordinarily would do it alone by videotaping herself and the look through the recording and make adjustments based on that. Booth would need a more direct form of feedback.
For two hours they worked on the presentation. Bones had been impressed at the detail that Booth had put into it, and was pretty pleased at how well he presented it. There were some things that needed clarified, and she helped him on the specifics. After going through it all, she told him to deliver it one more time with the alterations they'd made. She even set up his laptop to connect to the small LCD screen she used for a slide show of her favorite images. Finally after all that, she felt he had a very well put together presentation.
"God I hate public speaking," Booth groaned as he sat down on the couch when they were finished.
"It is the number one fear in the world," Bones pointed out.
"I believe it," Booth sighed. "I'm still not sure why they picked me for this."
"Because you're very good at what you do," Bones told him directly. She disliked his tendency to downgrade his own talents and worth. In her opinion it wasn't bravado, or any other ego driven epithet, to be honest about ones own talents and abilities. Provided, of course, it was in context and done without sarcasm or in an effort to belittle someone. She was guilty of inadvertently doing that last on occasion, so she knew from experience how it could hurt someone.
"So we need to talk," Booth said, cutting right to the chase once the papers and laptop were put away.
"I guess so," Bones said as she went and got them each another beer. She'd spent a good deal of time while they worked on his presentation deciding on how to broach the topic at hand. No matter how she considered it, only one question needed answered up front. "Did you mean it when you said I was well structured?" she asked bluntly.
Booth knew that he had no choice but to answer her completely truthfully. This was obviously the moment he'd dreamed of, and also dreaded, since he'd been stupid enough to draw the line between them. She'd refrained from calling him on that stupidity, so he'd made the painful decision that any changes in that had to be initiated by her. He doubted that she would ever give him a second chance if he blew this one.
"You're the most well structured woman I've ever met, and that means more than just the physical, Bones," he told her. Then he gave her a wink. "Though the physical is incredibly HOT all on it's own."
"You drew a line, Booth," she stated calmly, though his compliment meant a great deal to her and had her heart racing. If this conversation went as she wanted it to, then she had an idea in her mind as to how to begin this relationship.
"And it is probably the biggest mistake of my life," he told her, looking into her eyes with a serious expression.
"It's what led me to accept Sully's offer of a date," she pointed out. "And after him the one night stands were to keep me distanced because you didn't stop Zack from going to Iraq."
He knew about the one night stands from a conversation with a buddy who owned a bar that he and Bones would go to occasionally near where she lived and knew that she had taken a fair number of guys home during that summer a year ago before the Gormagon case had stabilized their friendship. He wasn't angry, or disappointed in her. It was how she dealt with emotional qualms, and she had not been altogether stable, emotionally, after Sully left, and Zack went to Iraq. If she needed distance, he was not going to begrudge her that. It was in many ways his fault, though circumstances did create some of the issues between them. He was glad that Bones was being up front with all of this. It made it easier to deal with the idea of what to do now
"I know," he replied.
"But that is all in the past," she informed him. "I haven't been with a man, sexually, since a week before the Gormagon case began. I also haven't dated since then."
"But you want that to change," he ventured. He had been serious with himself when he had decided that Bones would have to make the first move, but giving her a slight nudge was okay, too.
"Yes," she told him. She talked for a bit about the troubles she was having with her book, and also that she was feeling something lacking in her personal life. In the past she would have equated that with a period of abstinence making itself felt, but now she was feeling a more personal emptiness. The closeness she felt for Booth was being offset by a desire for something more in their relationship. She told him that.
"I'm not doubting you, Bones, but what about the views you've always been so adamant about?" he asked.
Bones didn't mind the question as it was legitimate. She had professed some very blunt views about relationships in general, and her fears stemming from the jerks she'd been with in the past were completely understandable. But for someone like Booth, who had shown himself to be someone who could be trusted completely, it must seem like a serious reversal of views that was difficult to believe. His understandable skepticism, or rather his hesitance, made perfect sense.
"You're not like the others," she told him simply and directly. She couldn't, because of her own fears and past issues, say at this point to him that she trusted him, though she did. Being able to say something, and believing it were two different things, after all. She'd said she trusted him as a friend and partner. That was blatantly obvious in word and deed over the years. Trust in terms of a lover and life partner was something a couple of orders of magnitude larger. She would have to work more on dealing with her past and the demons there.
Booth sat back and let himself think about this. He knew that Bones would expect him to think carefully about this possible change, especially as he was the one to draw that damn line in the first place. Could a relationship between them work? He was sure it could. That much he'd never doubted. But how would it possibly impact their work. They were polar opposites, but their one true passion that they each shared, outside of a fierce devotion to each other, was the importance that they attached to their partnership and the work they did. Would this change alter such a winning formula? He didn't think so. Even when they were angry at each other they had held it together for the greater good. In many ways their constant bickering and banter that seemed so much like fighting to anyone else, was a remarkable platonic form of foreplay. That brought a smile to his face. Bantering and bickering all day, and then some HOT makeup sex later in the evening. Now who could argue against that? He certainly couldn't. It was sure a Hell of a lot better than ramping up all that tension and then have only an empty apartment to go home to.
Bones could see him thinking about all the possible ramifications. She was pleased he was doing so. He was so much an advocate for going with his gut that she'd been almost afraid that he would use only that, or rather a specific appendage, to make his decision. The fact that he was taking the time to make sure that this was a very good development was very reassuring for her.
"I'm in," Booth finally told her. He was nervous about all this, but also excited.
Bones smiled. She refrained from making mention of the, undoubtedly, unintentional double entendre that he'd just spoken. Then she thought of an idea. "How would you like it if I went to London with you, instead of coming a few days later?" she asked. "We could make it a vacation together and spend even more time taking in the sights."
Booth perked up instantly. "That sounds great, Bones," he told her honestly, his charm smile firmly in place. A few extra days in London with Bones? Yeah he could do that. He'd been thinking that it was going to be pretty boring those first few days until Bones would get there, so this was a great idea. It would also help to have a friendly face in the audience when he gives that damn presentation. He just knew, though, that given that she would be listening to his, and with her usual rapt attention, and that they were now, for all intents and purposes in a relationship, she would expect him to return the favor and listen to hers. Talk about a snooze fest! He would be lucky if he understood half of what she was talking about. Oh well. Bones was more than worth it. He looked over at her and nodded. Definitely worth it.
"Excellent," Bones replied with a wider smile. "I'll upgrade your tickets to First Class and book a suite for us at my hotel."
Booth almost pinched himself to see if this was real. The most perfect girlfriend, First Class plane tickets to London, and staying in a suite? Then the one possible hangup that would possibly hinder a relationship, he'd already made his peace about her views on religion, came up. Money. He didn't want to be a mooch. "Let me know what a reasonable share for my part is, Bones," he told her. He didn't say it in a demanding way, but more in the way of asking as a way of being fair.
Bones frowned. She would not tolerate such a blatant Alpha Male attitude about money, especially from Booth. She knew he was proud, and in almost all ways in a positive manner, but money was something that brought out the worst in men. "No," she told him firmly. She raised her hand to stifle any protests. "This is a gift from me to you, Booth," she told him. "I want to be able to be seated next to you on the plane, and I refuse to fly anything but First Class. As for the hotel, I want to be able to enjoy the best possible amenities, and I think we deserve to be able to have a bit of luxury when we finally enjoy the physical aspects of our new relationship. I also know how much you make, Booth, and I don't want you struggling for the next couple of months because of your damn pride."
He had to admit that she made some very valid points. But her last statement was one where he wanted to understand just how much was involved. "How much would my share have been, divided evenly?" he asked, despite the fact that she would never have agreed to an even split. He imagined that she would accept nothing more than 80/20 as the most he would pay, the 80% being her of course.
Bones decided to humor him, so she mentally calculated the prices as she knew already what everything would cost, airfare and hotel suite. "Your share, assuming the rate for the suite over ten nights and round trip First Class fare on the plane, and figuring 50/50 would come out to be just under $14,000," she told him. "That's calculating $2,000 a night for the suite and $4,000 for a First Class ticket on British Air for a total of $28,000 for the both of us."
Booth's eyes widened. He'd figured possibly $5,000 for his half which would hurt, but it was doable. He was getting a glimpse of the type of world Bones was able to be a part of, and his respect for her grew significantly considering how simply she lived overall, outside of the museum quality artifacts adorning her walls and shelves, and the extensive library she maintained in her apartment.
"Booth," she said when she saw him beginning to understand the type of money involved. "I won't apologize for the money I have, and I also won't apologize for wanting to share with someone I care about. I can tell you that I have never been with someone who I was willing to share my money like this, not even Sully. Please don't make this an issue, Booth. You do things for me all the time, including paying for meals, so I hope that you will allow me the same privilege to do some nice things for you, too."
"I'm being an ass, huh?" Booth asked rhetorically when the reasonableness of her point of view hit him.
"Probably," she replied, a slight smirk betraying her amusement. "I understand how the societal norms about gender roles developed, but it makes no sense to me how such outdated, and in many ways demeaning, roles can still persist."
Booth chuckled. "While it isn't like that for me, it probably boils down to the reality that power is a powerful aphrodisiac, Bones," he surmised. "If you can't have power in your everyday life, why give up the power that society has artificially created and developed?"
Bones was shocked. "That was a surprisingly lucid and logical observation," she observed. Her eyes narrowed. "Have you been studying anthropology in your spare time?"
"No," he hastily assured her. "I only learn any anthropology from what you continually lecture me on when I'm being an Alpha Male Neanderthal."
Her eyes narrowed even further. "Don't tell me you've lowered yourself to studying a soft science like psychology?" she asked, the disdain of such an endeavor obvious in her body language and tone of voice.
Booth laughed. "Now why the Hell would I do that when I have you to clue me in on everything?" he asked. He didn't mention that he was still not too keen on psychology after what Sweets had done in not informing Bones of his fake death. It never paid to give Bones too much ammunition, after all.
Now she was amused. "If that's the case, then why do you challenge me whenever I try to expand your knowledge?" she teased.
"Somehow I don't think I'll ever be in the mood to expand my knowledge as far as you try to expand it if I'm going to get the occasional lecture on how my penis will shrink if I don't spend a damn fortune on organic food," he shot back, clearly referring to that classic conversation where she'd implied that Seeley Jr. was in serious trouble unless Seeley Sr. got his eating habits in good order.
Bones got a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Well, from what I saw in your bathroom a couple of months ago, I don't think you have anything to worry about," she parried back. She let her eyes rake over his body, loving the knowledge that she would soon know it intimately, but not tonight, she decided. If it were anyone else, then she would not hesitate to take him to bed right then and deal with some long ignored urges. But this was Booth, and taking their relationship to a sexual level was something she wanted to do when they were able to do so with no possible interruptions, and also with some genuine privacy. Not having to deal with Angela the next morning would be a definite plus, so becoming intimate in London would be perfect. The suite she had in mind had a lot of sensual amenities, so the setting couldn't be better.
Booth couldn't help the blush that spread across his cheeks. That was not one of his better moments. His more traditional notions of propriety had once again embarrassed him in front of Bones when he should have been doing cartwheels over the fact that Bones had obviously liked what she was seeing instead of rapidly sitting back down in the water and hiding Seeley Jr. with a comic book.
"So we're really going to try this?" he asked, knowing she had already effectively answered that, but needing something direct. It was too important to simply assume, and he wanted her to make an affirmative step forward.
"I would think going to London together and sharing a suite would be a good enough indicator, but yes, we're really going to try this," she told him. She looked at the clock she had on one of her bookshelves and saw that it was almost midnight. She had a lot to do the next day changing the arrangements for her trip, and also booking the quite she intended on staying in with Booth. She stood up and stretched, deliberately making a show of it for him, with his groan telling her that he liked what he was seeing. "I think we need to call it a night, Booth," she told him with a warm smile.
"Oh," he said, a little disappointed. He knew he shouldn't be after the talk they'd just had, but he had been longing to be with Bones for so long that this was sort of anti-climactic. Bones had never hidden her sexual appetite, and he knew that she had not been with a man for a year now, so he was a bit surprised that she was calling a night like this. He wasn't upset, just disappointed. It had been even longer for him.
"When we get to London, Booth," she told him, knowing full well what he was thinking. She was desiring the same thing, but she knew it was the right thing to do, waiting until they were in London. Her favorite vibrator would be getting a serious workout this night for sure, she made a mental note to herself. Taking a close look at Booth as he stood up, his bulge noticeable, she closed her eyes thinking of what he would be like naked and hard. Three orgasms minimum, she told herself. Tonight was definitely a more than one orgasm night. "But here's a preview," she told him in a sultry tone as she moved to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss, letting her body press against him, her hips undulating sensually as she felt his bulge press into her abdomen.
"This is going to be the longest five days of my life," he moaned in frustration as he left her apartment after close to half an hour of necking. What she could do with just passionate kisses should be illegal in his opinion.
"For me, too," she told him as she closed the door, mentally cursing herself for making the decision to wait until they were in London to consummate their new relationship. She quickly went to her bathroom to take a shower, a bath would take too long, and then she would get out her vibrator and give herself some relief. She had a feeling that Booth would be spending some time masturbating that night, too. The mental image of him doing just that fueled her mental wanderings as she brought the vibrator down to her pussy for the first of the four times she brought herself to orgasm before she felt relieved enough to fall asleep. Despite that, her dreams were filled with images of her and Booth in all sorts of sexual positions and activities.
Five Days Later
"Now this is the way to fly, Bones," Booth said with a kid like smile on his face.
Bones smirked in amusement. For the last ten minutes since the plane left the ground Booth had been fiddling with all the seat controls and enjoying the delights of First Class travel. She didn't blame him. The FBI was cheap in her opinion and the commercial class was just dreadful. She made a note to make all their travel arrangements in the future, considering the number of flights they took each year to cases in different parts of the country. She looked around and was somewhat surprised that they were the only ones in the First Class section. Normally as a courtesy to commercial passengers a free upgrade was offered to single passengers in order to fill the First Class section, but apparently not today. She wasn't going to complain, though, as the quiet was a great bonus.
"You do realize that this is a long flight," she pointed out with a smile.
"Of course," he replied with his best charm smile. "But this is the lap of luxury, Bones. Can't I bask in it for a bit before reality comes crashing down?"
"And what reality is that?" she asked curiously.
"I wake up and discover that this is all a dream and I'm back there in coach crammed between two massive individuals and some schmuck pops back his seat and rams me in the knees," he told her.
"But that would also mean that our conversation five days ago didn't happen," she pointed out logically.
"I'm still pinching myself to see if that was real, Bones," he told her.
"Why wouldn't it be?" she asked. She figured their usual banter would allow him to comfortably adjust to all of this. She'd noticed him being a bit off the last few says since the conversation in her apartment that night, but she hadn't realized how nervous he really was. She was nervous, too, but at least she was adjusting.
"Because when it comes to you, Bones, I've been a complete idiot with that line, and I guess I never thought you'd ever really see me as anything more than a friend after that," he told her honestly, a deep sigh being released as he leaned his head back.
"I won't dispute what you say about the line," she told him, "but you've always been more than just a friend to me, even when were constantly at odds in the beginning." She reached over and placed a hand over his.
"Really?" he looked at her in surprise. "I thought you hated me."
"You were rather arrogant and egotistical," she allowed, "but you reminded me of Angela, so I decided to give you a chance."
"I am nothing like Angela," he rejoined. He really liked Angela, but he didn't really think he was much like the free spirited artist.
Bones chuckled. "You're patient with me, Booth," she explained. "You try and break me out of my shell, and you explain things to me that others would ignore and just shake their heads at when I didn't understand. That's important to me, and that's how you're like Angela."
"It's easy to be patient with you, Bones," he told her with a chuckle. "Unlike most people out there in the world, you're genuine. You don't hide the fact that some things confuse you, and you're honest. I guess that's what drew me to you in the first place, other than just needing help on a case."
"Are you sure it wasn't my well structured body?" she teased him, thinking back on the unintentional comment the other night that had brought about the change that she was sure that both had been desiring for some time.
"Well, that was a bonus, I must admit," he admitted with a slight blush and a pull of his ear as he tried to hide his visible embarrassment. He hated coming across as a pure lech, but when it came to a body as stunning as Bones', that just wasn't something that could be avoided.
Bones chuckled. She leaned in close, as the stewardess looked to be getting ready to come over to them now that the Captain had informed everyone that they were at cruising altitude. "You know, since we're the only ones in First Class and there is a curtain behind us, I could make this a very enjoyable flight, Booth," she said in a very sexy, sultry tone of voice. She let her hand wander up his thigh a bit, loving the tension she felt there as her words registered. She loved teasing him to see what kind of reaction she could get. Booth was very amusing when the subject of sex was involved.
Booth prayed for strength. He even named a few Saints for some divine help. "Uh, Bones," he squeaked. "I don't think it's a good idea to join the Mile High Club for our first time," he pleaded.
"Not even a hand job, Booth?" she asked, the naughty tone still there. "Just to relieve a little tension? I could put a blanket over us so it will look like we're just cuddling and talking. You could even return the favor."
"Would you care for anything to drink?" the stewardess asked politely when she came over to see if the two needed anything. "Dinner will be served in one hour. I'll have a menu for you in 45 minutes."
"Double Scotch," Booth said instantly. "Neat." At the rate Bones was going he'd need a whole lot more booze before this flight was over so he could survive without having a stroke.
"I'll have a Merlot," Bones said with a smile. She watched in amusement as he downed the drink quickly, asking for another. "A little liquid bravery?" she asked.
"Courage, Bones. Liquid courage," he corrected with a chuckle. He was pleased that she almost got that one, though. "And no, I'm not getting up some courage. I'm trying to calm myself down so that I won't embarrass the Hell out of myself. You're too damn tempting, you know."
"How can having a release, and a welcome one at that, be embarrassing?" she asked, seriously, as she didn't have many hangups about sex. While sex in public places was a thrill and one she had engaged in on occasion, she had never had a sexual encounter on a plane, but had always heard about the Mile High Club and had wanted to see if the hype was worth the actual experience.
Booth sipped from the second Scotch. "Call me a prude if you want, Bones, but having any kind of sex on a plane with a whole cabin full of people behind that curtain back there just doesn't do it for me," he replied. He tried to avoid being completely unreasonable as he knew she was more outgoing sexually than he was, but he had plans to show her that he could be adventurous himself. Behind closed doors, but still adventurous.
"Okay," Bones replied with a shrug, though she hid the mischievous smirk from him as she grabbed her laptop and turned it on so she could work on some Limbo files. She'd simply wait until he was asleep to have her fun with him. "Did you bring anything to keep you occupied?" she asked.
"A whole supply of graphic novels," he said with a grin. Then he leaned over a bit. "And a copy of each of your novels with the best scenes marked with a slip of paper."
Bones chuckled. "And just what scenes are those?" she asked with a knowing look. He'd never hidden the fact that he enjoyed the scenes between Kathy and Andy. The sex scenes that is. It was the one way during the time she'd known him that he had not come across as a prude. She didn't know if she would ever reveal the truth about the source of the Andy character, but it was good to know that Booth had always known anyway, and had provided some excellent material. She grinned at the thought that the material would be so much more complete than before. The slight blush that she saw Booth develop was also pretty amusing.
"I think you know which ones, Bones," he replied, struggling valiantly to hide his embarrassment. This was public, after all. There were times he hated his more restrained sensibilities, but when he thought of what they would most definitely be doing when they got to England, he felt the wait and frustration were more than worth it.
"And you're sure you don't want to have a little fun during the flight?" she asked, a knowing grin on her face. She truly enjoyed the banter with Booth, and since their conversation the other night, he did seem more open, though not nearly as open and forthcoming as she was.
"Being arrested for lewd and indecent behavior is not how I want to start our trip to England, Bones," he told her with a chuckle of his own. "Especially since I'm here to give a talk to Scotland Yard."
"And you would like to continue being an FBI Special Agent," Bones added deadpan.
"I'm glad you understand, Bones," he told her as he pulled out a graphic novel and made a show of getting comfortable and opening it to his place.
Bones just shook her head in amusement and turned to her laptop to get to work on the paperwork she'd brought along. By the time dinner was brought to them, Booth was asleep. She'd ordered for him and had a fun time waking him up. The delighted look on his face when he saw the perfectly done steak, and a very good sized one at that, told her that she had made a good decision to upgrade him to First Class.
A/N: This one is going to be big, so I have reluctantly decided to cut it into chapters. This will be the first one. The second is mostly written, but I would enjoy getting some ideas on where you all think this one should go in order to maybe enhance what I have planned. The two part episode Two Yanks In The UK will be briefly touched upon as it presses upon the thrust of this story, but this one is separate from that episode in terms of the Booth/Bones elements. I hope this one works for everyone. Gregg.