Story title: The way they are
Part 1/?
Disclaimer: No, they're not mine. Doesn't mean I don't want Booth/David/Angel ...I'll take any form of him you can come up with. innocent smile No infringement is intended, and I'm not making any money out of this.
01. Temptation
A cause or occasion of enticement.
She is temptation.
There is an open invitation in the way she moves, slowly, gracefully, and yet with purpose. Never let it be said that Temperance Brennan moves just for the pleasure of motion. She moves because it's needed, because it serves the principle of communication and because she needs things, and in order for her to get them, movement is needed.
She has no idea that every step is temptation; every movement adds to the enigma that lures him one step closer, forces him to forego things like personal space, and just reach out and touch her, for some reason, for any reason at all. More often than not he isn't even aware that he's invading her personal space, can't control his hands until they've reached out and touched her, and when they finally do he's left to regroup while she goes on, oblivious to his lack of control.
Her appeal is enhanced by her words, such a complete chaos of disorganized ideas and faux pas that sometimes he just wants to make her shut up, and in those particular moments, he can only think of one particular way he'd like to do it.
Let it not be said that he notices only her movements, though. He notices everything, from the way she bites her lips when she's reached a particularly challenging spot in her writing, to the subtle rolling of her wrists when she's tired. He notices everything, even when he doesn't want to notice, doesn't want the burden of being the one that understands her. But he always does, sometimes in spite of himself.
A sparkle in her eyes means that she's excited about something, and although that something usually involves bones and words that only Zack seems to be able to decipher, that twinkle is temptation, and he often wonders about the million things he could try to put that twinkle in her eyes. He always comes up short, maybe because he doesn't really want to figure out, he just loves the fantasy.
High-pitched comes only when she's annoyed, and her voice looses some of that smooth sweetness she uses in normal speech, and as much as he loves her voice, the prime example that she isn't what she pretends to be, sometimes the shrill tone makes his mind wonder about all the other ways her voice could vary, and he's usually left without a proper response to her comments.
With Temperance, it's not a little something; it's not as simple as flicking hair back, or pouting lips. It's a firm movement, a politically incorrect statement, or just a smudge of excitement or annoyance coloring her actions.
She is temptation, all the time. And, as much as he hates it, he often wishes he could tell her, and sometimes even goes as far as wondering what would happen if he showed her.
But he doesn't. He won't. And, she doesn't notice, she doesn't know. And, she never will.
To be continued ...
A/N: The first in the 'Way they are' series, this is certainly going to continue for a while. I intend to do many more little pieces, some about her, and some about him. I'll get creative, and maybe try some about both. This is called 'The Way they are', after all! This is my first Bones fanfic, so comments are appreciated. And, if anyone has a particular word they'd like to see used in the series ...well, go ahead and suggest! I might agree. :)