Cacoethes- an irresistible or insatiable urge
Dr. Brennan saw him from across the gym and made her way closer. As she took a seat on a lower level of the bleachers, a smile crossed her lips as she was reminded of their time in Las Vegas. She watched him in the ring. His sparring partner was the young blond Adonis she had heard some of the female agents talking about, and he looked far too confident. They circled each other several times before Adonis made his move. His right arm shot out to connect with Booth's left jaw, but Booth raised his left arm to block and countered with a right fist to Adonis' left ribs.
They continued in this way for several more minutes. With Adonis connecting his shots with limited accuracy, and Booth landing all of his. When Booth landed a fierce punch to the left side of Adonis' head, Adonis fell back and landed with a thud on the mat. He lay motionless for several seconds, then moaning, raised himself to his feet.
Brennan's cell phone rang in her purse. She fished it out and answered, "Brennan."
"Hi, Sweetie," Angela greeted. "Did you find Booth?"
"Yes, Angela. I found him at the FBI gym. He's boxing." Brennan continued to watch Booth as he connected his blows to the younger agent. His sleeveless white T-shirt was drenched with his sweat and clinging lovingly to every dip and curve of his perfectly formed upper body.
Angela's voice called her from where she was lost in her view of Booth's physique. "Bren! Are you there, Sweetie?"
Brennan blinked and tried to focus on Angela's voice. "Um... yes, I'm here," she answered.
"So, is he?" Angela asked excitedly.
"Is he what?" Brennan asked her, confused. Then realized that while she was caught up in the beauty of Booth's body, she had missed Angela's question.
"All hot and sweaty. I bet he is. That super hot, sexy body glistening with sweat. Mmmm...Sweetie, come on, you have to tell me!" Angela's description of Booth's body was completely accurate. And once again, Brennan couldn't tear her eyes from him. "Sweetie? Is he even more gorgeous than normal?"
"Mmm hmm", was Brennan's only reply. Then Booth was out of the ring and standing with some other agents. Brennan gasped with a swift intake of breath as Booth lifted his shirt over his head and began to towel the sweat from his body. "What?" Angela yelled through the phone. "What's going on, Bren?"
"Nothing's wrong, Ange. But I think your cacoethes concerning the male body, specifically Booth's body, has somehow been transferred to me, " Brennan told her best friend matter of factly.
Angela let out a small squeal, followed by a giggle. "Really, Sweetie! What has Studly Agent Booth done to give you insatiable urges about his body?"
Brennan continued to watch as Booth wiped the dripping sweat from his torso. He must have felt her eyes on him, because he looked up and straight into her crystal blue eyes. He smiled at her and she smiled back. When he excused himself from his fellow agents and began to walk her way, Brennan said into the phone, "He took off his shirt," and just as another squeal came over the line, Brennan ended the call.
As Booth approached her, wearing only gray FBI sweatpants, sneakers, and a damp towel around his neck, Brennan said, "Hey Tony, baby. Lookin' good up there," in her best Roxie voice.
Booth's face broke into a wide grin. He pulled her up and against his body, his arm falling to her waist. "Thanks Roxie. What say we go home and I can show off my other talents?" he responded in Tony's accented voice.