DISCLAIMER: I own nothing ... I get paid nothing ... I do this purely for my entertainment ; and hopefully the entertainment of others.
RATING: K+
SHIP: Booth/Brennan
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She was wearing a fitted black dress that fell to her knees and flared at her waist. She wore two inch pumps and silver and gold bangles on her right arm. On her left hand she wore a watch with a black band, and to set the whole look, she carries a black clutch with a gold, vintage clasp. Her smoky eyes and loose red-brown curls gave her a look of mystery.
But her sexy little black dress was not the only thing that made her seem so different from when she was at her work place (the Jeffersonian); it was the fact that she was actually swaying to the jazz music, and smiling, on the dance floor of the bar. The bar was dark and smoky, but it was more of a cigar smoke than a cigarette smoke. The bar consisted of about 10 round tables with 2 chairs each and about 12 cherry-wood booths that could easily sit 4 people each. The tables each had a candle and a single dark-maroon colored rose in a thin vase. The bar seemed elegant, if that's possible for a fifty-six year old bar that had been passed down through the McCarr family.
The woman in the black dress sat down at one of the tall round tables. She was holding a drink in one hand and her purse in the other. A faint smile crossed her face as the live band began to play "What a Wonderful World". She closed her eyes to concentrate on the music.
"Wow, you look amazing Bones!" A man whispered in her ear.
She jumped slightly but relaxed when she realized the smooth baritone voice belonged to Special Agent Seely Booth. She turned around; Booth saw the uneasiness in her eyes.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." - he said.
"You didn't scare me." Brennan said in an 'as a matter of fact' type of way.
"Oh, okay Bones. What ever you say." He smiled and sat down in the chair next to her.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, trying not to look too curious.
Booth leaned forward and said in hushed tones, "I could ask you the same. I never thought you were much of a jazz person. And I never thought you'd dress like THAT." he raised on eyebrow and gave her his 'charm smile'.
"Dress like WHAT?" she asked innocently.
"Well ya know. So sexy ..?!" He said a little louder than he meant.
"What, you don't think I can dress-up like any other woman?"
"No, no! I meant; you're beautiful and this outfit. Well, it's gonna be hard to keep the guys off you!"
"Oh." was all she said. "Really?" she asked a moment later.
"Huh? Oh. Yeah!"
"Well if any guy touches me ... I'll deck him." she said more seriously than Booth had expected.
The music started up again. I t was a samba this time.
"Hey Bones ..." Booth muttered, "If I were to ask you to dance, would you 'deck' me?"
"I suppose not ..." she smiled and chuckled softly as she set her hand in his. "I promise!"