Just a little something to get ya'll into the christmas mood.
Simply irrisistible.
"Merry Christmas, Bones."
Her fingers stopped tapping away on the keyboard and her eyes focused from the computer screen on the doorway of her office. Her blue eyes widened and her jaw dropped at what she found standing in her doorway. This was not what she'd expected.
Her partner was standing there, and she scanned him from head to toe. He was not wearing the usual suit. Or the usual tie. Let alone the usual 'cocky' belt buckle.
In stead he was wearing nothing but a santa hat and a pair of boxers.
"Bo--" she started to speak, but trailed off when he took a step towards her. So she settled on giving him another once over and a hint of a smile crossed her features.
His feet first, even those looked muscular, the feet with the soles of whom she knew had been beaten with pipes numerous times when he'd served in Kosovo.
Her eyes moved up to his strong calves and upper legs. Those who were usually hidden by his neat pants. His boxers were next. They were red and dotted with cute little snowflakes. The finishing touch was the smiling rudolph on the crotch. She couldn't help but let her eyes linger there for a little bit longer.
His stomach was next, toned hard abs that flexed slightly when he noticed her eyes were on his stomach.
Sometimes when he was wearing a tight tee shirt that molded perfectly to his body and showed off his muscle development, she found her fingers tingling to touch those toned abs. To run them across his stomach and listen to his breath hitching in his throat.
His hands were next, strong hands of which one of them would always apply slighty pressure on the small of her back, guiding her through a building or just along the street. His rough fingers which would sometimes brush across her cheek when her hair was a mess or when she was upset. The same fingers that would lift up her chin and guide her eyes to his. Rough hands, but not too rough, it had to be said.
His hands lead up to his muscular arms that would hold her when she cried or when he enveloped her in one of his infamous guy hugs. Which weren't really guy hugs after all, she'd figured that out after the first time he'd hugged her like that.
Her eyes then focused on his chest and she shifted slightly in her seat. His chest was possibly even more perfect than his stomach. Hard, smooth planes that would eventually lead up to his strong, broad shoulders. From those she could tell exactly how he was feeling. Stressed, tired, confident, frustrated. Maybe she knew him a tad too well.
Finally her eyes swept across his face. His lips first. Those lips that would pull into that amazing smile when she said something sweet or funny. Or when she didn't know yet another pop culture reference. Right then his tongue darted out briefly to moisten his lips and she couldn't help but do the same. It was like a reflex. Then, finally, finally her own blue eyes settled on his chocolate brown eyes. The most friendly, warm and truthful eyes she'd ever seen. Even though she knew it was scientifically impossible, it felt as though he could melt her heart with one simple glance. Just one.
She must've been quiet for a long tiem, because Booth placed his hands on his hips and spoke up.
"Like it, Bones?"
By now the faint smile that had been playing on her lips earlier had turned into a full-wattage grin and her eyes held a twinkle brighter than it had ever been.
''Santa, I've been a very naughty girl."
Yes, Temperance Brennan might have disliked Christmas, but a surprise like this for Christmas she simply couldn't pass up.
Merry christmas! And may all of your sexy husbands/wifes/girlfriends/boyfriends surprise you just like that.