'I Have a Dream......'
This story has nothing to do with Martin Luther King.
This story has everything to do with the Dream!
In the fairness of equal opportunity......
I thought the lady should have her very own problem!
In "Houston We Have a Problem" Booth had THE problem;
In "I Have a Dream," Bones has HER problem!
I don't own Bones....
I do like to borrow the characters every now and again....
I struggle writing about murder....I'm terrible it!
We can all dream about Boothylicious and his partner together!!
If a little dreaming is dangerous,
the cure for it is not to dream less
but to dream more,
to dream all the time.
Marcel Proust
Temperance had a problem.
She was extremely embarrassed by HER problem!
HER problem she found so far was too intimate to discuss with anybody else.
Especially not her partner!
HE was the origin of HER problem!
....and HER problem was.....well....it would appear to be escalating.....
She had tried to overcome HER problem by making arrangements to spend time with one of her casual acquaintances...however..... she couldn't seem to summon up the required pheromones.....there seemed to be only one person who could do that at present!
As she stood next to him on the dais she could feel the dilation of her superficial small blood vessels as she thought about HER problem.....i.e. she could feel herself blushing.... It was starting at the base of her throat and working its way upwards.
HE was HER problem and THIS problem was heightening every sensory perception of him....all of him.... all the time....
.....predominantly at this particular moment in time, HE was standing too close to her on the lab platform.
Way too close.
Close enough to smell his aftershave.....
Close enough to feel his radiating body heat....
Close enough that she could focus on those hands....oh those hands.....oh goodness me those hands.....images came flashing back.
The blush was darkening.
"Lunch Bones?" Booth asked breaking into her reverie.
She couldn't look him in the eye as she answered... "No thanks Booth, not today. I have stuff....bones stuff....important stuff.... to do."
She knew she wasn't sounding like herself. The last time she had been this flustered was several years ago after their kiss under the mistletoe...oh no.....let's not go down that path, she thought to herself as she headed off to her office. She needed some time to analyse a course of action. She needed some time AND space from her partner!
Booth frowned. He wondered what was up with Bones. He had noticed something troubling her over the last couple of weeks and had been waiting patiently for her to tell him, but so far nothing was forthcoming. He could only surmise it was of a personal nature, otherwise he was sure she would have blurted out something by now. God he hoped it wasn't man issues.....he didn't want to watch her date another guy...a man could only take so much! ....If it was man troubles maybe he could just take out his gun and shoot the guy....of course that would mean another session with Gordon Gordon...but it could very well be worth it!
If only he could get her to agree to dinner and a couple of drinks maybe he could get her to talk......lately she would just come up with one excuse after another....and let's face it....he was missing his partner....
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She sighed loudly as she settled into bed later that evening. She thought HER problem had only been a temporary infliction but it wasn't waning in either intensity or frequency, rather the opposite! She had Googled extensively but so far had found no obvious solution. Because she didn't know how to handle this situation she had begun to distance herself from her partner....she felt like such a coward hiding from him, and if she was honest with herself she was missing his partner......
She needed to find a way to address HER problem...and soon!
She closed her eyes and began to relax, taking slow deep breaths. She slowly drifted off to sleep.....
His naked body felt so good pressed up against her body.....so.....ahhhh....damn.... good...
His kisses were searing..... his kisses were.....so...... ahhhh..... damn...... hot.....
His touch became more intimate.... so..... ahhhhh...... damn..... skillful!
He was relentless.
She was writhing.
He was smouldering.
She was perspiring.
He was a tornado.
She was breathless.
He was pushing her towards the edge....
She was on the ledge...... OH...MY....OH...MY....OH.....
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
The sound of her alarm dragged her from her dream.
Just five minutes more she pleaded.......five more minutes!
As she slammed her hand on the clock to turn off the alarm, she slumped back into her bed....another night, another dream, another day, another day of pent up frustration.....HER problem was getting out of hand. These erotic dreams about her partner were very unsettling....she needed to find a way to deal with this sexual tension and soon!
In the shower she tried strategizing a form of defence to combat her building tension. She decided that a day in Limbo would allow her the isolation she needed to contemplate ways to reign in these feelings.....she needed to gain control and compartmentalise!
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