I got the whole plot idea from the song "Wait for you", by Nelly Furtado. It's a great song, the hindi beat is very sexy(maybe there could be some belly dancing in the future; who knows?), and the lyrics are wonderful. Listen to it while reading!!! It's worth the download!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones or the song.
Chapter One: Synchrony
As the first beads of sunlight penetrated through the curtains, Temperance Brennan opened her eyes with a smile on her face. The warm spring morning made promises of a very enjoyable day, and she intended on making the most of it. Adjusting her eyes to the bright light she turned her body towards her nightstand, registering after a quick look at her alarm clock that it was only 7 in the morning.
Pushing the sheets from her body she realized that the heat from the bed turned her skin a pale pinkish tone. Pressing her palms against her cheeks she noticed that her body was very warm. A cold shower was just what she needed.
Turning on her heels, she crossed her room and entered her bathroom. The light provided from the sun would aloud her to take her bath without turning on the lights. Opening the gauge she placed one hand under the water until she got the ideal temperature for her.
Opening the cabinet under her sink Brennan chose a body wash. Stripping herself off of her white silk camisole and panties she stepped into the shower, enjoying the fell of the cold water against her feverish skin. Closing her eyes she let the water wash her face, her hair, everywhere. She could literally feel the heat leaving her body.
Pouring the body wash on her sponge she gently rubbed it over her skin in soft circles, and the perfume pleasantly invaded her nostrils. After ridding herself of all the foam, she stepped out of the shower.
Finding her soft white towel on the usual spot she dried herself up slowly, taking her time to analyze her figure on the mirror, which wasn't steamed up because of the cold temperature of her bath water. Her skin was back in its pale tone, now sprinkled with the drops of water missed by the towel. Hanging her towel back in its place she turned to face the mirror, now with her body dry.
Inspecting her form she was pleased with what she saw. Brennan was a woman who knew how to keep her slim figure, and she was even more pleased to see that her skin was as fare as it was years ago. Time hadn't taken its toll on her. Wrapping a smaller towel around her wet hair she left the bathroom.
Walking over to her wardrobe she opened the doors and stared at the many clothes options after finding the lace underwear she wanted for the day. Deciding that the warm weather called for something lighter than her usual black pants and dark blouses she picked up a cream skirt and a brown top. From the back of her closet she found a pair of brown ballerina shoes she got from Angela. Never having worn them she decided it was time to give it a shot. It beat the hell out of her high heeled shoes right now.
While she rummaged through her jewelry box trying to find a necklace her phone began to ring. Finding the right accessory she picked it up and ran to her living room where she picked up the phone.
"Brennan," she answered, sensing that it was Angela on the other end trying to get her to ditch work and go shopping.
"Hey Bones," came the voice on the other end, and Brennan had to smile. Booth.
"Hey, Booth. Do we have a case?" she asked, wondering why he was calling her so early.
"What? Can't call you unless we have a case?" he said faking hurt.
"I didn't say that. I was just wondering why you called," she said, smiling even wider.
"We don't have a case, thanks for asking. I just called to let you know I'll be dropping by the lab latter to get your signature on some files from the last case," he said.
"I'll be there," she said.
"I know you will," he said, and she could almost see his smile. Workaholic woman, he must be thinking.
"Bye Booth," she said, avoiding any tirade about her life.
"Bye Bones. See you latter," and with that she was left with the dial tone.
And here we go again, she thought. Another day of denial, of discreet stolen glances, another day of over rationalizing as they breaths mingled when they got too close.
Temperance Brennan was very dense when it came to the world. Sure, one may say that was true. But she also possessed a genius IQ, and with that no one could argue. Her mind was fast in its processing and the amount of information catalogued inside could bring anyone to a lower intelligence level. She was a genius. But she was also very curious. And that factor was essential on her quest for knowledge.
Seeley Booth was her most recent subject of study. He kept saying over and over again for her to keep her nose off his things. Saying that he was the one with the gut feeling, that he was the one supposed to read people. But how could she deny herself the pleasure of learning something new?
So Brennan learned everything she could so she could study him. His reactions, his eyes, his body language. And when she finally learned to read him she wasn't sure what she found. Every move, every look, every subtle touch indicated something she would only learn latter to call love. Sure, she thought at first, he's my partner and friend, of course he feels something for me. But she continued her study, and the more she learned, the less she could convince herself that it was only friendship.
Could he love her? Not yet. They didn't know each other enough for that, she told herself countless times. But then he would hug her when she was scared, or show up at her doorstep at the exact night she forgot to eat, and her mind screamed that she was in denial. And there was only one way to find out.
So she studied herself around him. She would catch herself staring at him when he wasn't looking, or she would mention his name in every conversation. She would smiled when he was around, trying to tell herself she did it for the perspective of a new case, but still she couldn't explain the cold she felt in the pit of her stomach.
When she saw him her whole body reacted. Her hands would get cold, her heart would beat faster, and her knees would get weak. Far from being a romantic babbling teenager she knew this was the effect of the release of hormones into her body.
Serotonin, dopamine, all being released into her bloodstream, making her euphoric, agitated, bold even. When she was high on them, she felt like she cold walk into his office and kiss him for hours without needing to explain herself. But those hormones were released for a reason, right? And even she couldn't deny that.
It wasn't a dramatic revelation. It was a very simple day at the lab where Brennan and Angela were both sitting in their chairs near one of the metal tables at the platform. Having nothing to do, they were talking about everything that came to mind. Hodgins and Zach were both very concentrated racing their beetles on the other table to hear anything they were talking.
"Come on Bren, you can't deny that," said Angela, half laughing.
"You know, I really hate that you know so much about my sex life," said Brennan pretending to be angry at the artist.
"Hey, it's not my fault if you have a lousy poker face. You know I always catch you when you lie. Good thing you learned to tell me everything before I rip it out of you," said Angela, shifting her body on the metal chair, "And talking about your sex life… It's been a while Bren," she smiled at the pouting face the anthropologist said.
"Unless you suggest a booty call with an ex is the answer for that, I can't do anything about it," said Brennan, crossing her arms, challenging Angela to say anything.
"Well…" at that moment her eyes caught the figure of Special Agent Seeley Booth crossing the glass doors of the Jeffersonian wearing one of his best suits, looking better than ever, "What about Booth? Don't you just want to push him against a wall and kiss him senseless?" asked Angela, her eyes bright, probably conjuring the other things she could do to leave him like that. There was no response from Brennan and for this Angela turned to face her friend. "Bren?" she called. No response. "Bren?" Angela called, a little louder this time. Brennan blinked twice before facing her friend, "Did you even hear me?"
"Sorry Ange. I got distracted," said Brennan, smiling a little.
"Okay then… I asked you if you wouldn't love to kiss Booth senseless?" asked the artist again, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"That's silly," Brennan said in an almost whisper. Angela arched one eyebrow at her response. No "we're just partners", or "stop daydreaming", or even an anthropological lecture about why you can't kiss someone senseless. Just a simple and poor silly response. She waited to see if there was more coming, expecting Brennan to be warming up.
But Brennan didn't say anything else.
She didn't have more to say because right there, right then, she realized she couldn't say no to her question. She wanted nothing more than to kiss Booth at that moment, and she couldn't even lie to herself about that anymore.
That was her discovery, her life changing epiphany, her world-shattering revelation. And in that moment she realized the ground was still under her feet, and the sky was still above her head. The colors were as bright as they were before, and she didn't get the urge to jump on a plane with a one way ticket to Iemen. And that was okay for her.
Since that day, she felt lighter. She didn't have to make excuses for herself anymore for every flutter of her heart, and now she knew exactly why her stomach turned when he approached her. And she was comfortable with that knowledge. Booth on the other hand…
For someone who claimed to know how to read people he was pretty dense when it came to his partner's feelings. It wasn't as if he couldn't see that he had strong feelings for her, he knew that. But the fear gripping him tight, holding him on the ground kept him from doing anything. He was scare of his feeling and he feared that she was indifferent to him.
She knew he had a lot of demons to fight before he got his world-shattering revelation. And she would fight then with him whenever she got the chance to share the burden. He knew she was there, and he knew that she felt it too, and that was enough for him at the time.
Smiling to herself Brennan looked at the phone she still held in her hand. She would go to the lab, do some work and Booth would show up and joke around, smile with charm and drag her from the lab for cherry pie at the diner.
Maybe today, she thought hopefully. Maybe today would be the day. Maybe today he would see the different spark in her eyes, or maybe his heart beat would finally match hers, and he would finally be ready.
Maybe, she thought with a smile, dropping the towel from her hair as she finished getting ready for work.
Maybe. But it didn't matter, because if it didn't happen today, she would not give up or break down. She knew that the hardest things required patience to be achieved. And she could wait for him until the timing was right.
She would wait for him to be as ready as she was.
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