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Ch. 1: The Line
They sat there, drinking themselves into oblivion. He turned to her, and as if seeing her for the first time said, "Bones, you're pretty!"
She looked at him, and stated, matter-of-factly, "I've been told that before, Booth. Apparently, my bone structure has many attractive features."
"I dunno, Bones, I like your eyes the best, and I'm no expert but I'm pretty sure that they aren't bones…" He lifted a hand and caressed her cheek. "I also like your skin… Those aren't bones, right?"
"Good job, Booth, you've been paying attention!"
"Of course I was paying attention!" He said, frowning at her sarcasm. "I pay attention to everything that you say!"
"Really?" She leaned forward, in an unusually flirty move. He moved towards her. Her eyes glanced at his surprisingly close lips.
"Really." He softly pressed his lips to hers. She pulled away slowly, a question in her eyes. That question was reduced to two simple words.
"The line?"
"Doesn't need to exist anymore. Sweets was right, we have a surrogate relationship already, let's just make it real. Whaddaya think?" The grin on his face reminded her of Parker when he first came to visit the lab. She sat silent, not wanting to hurt Booth, but wondering if this might be exactly what they needed as partners, and even maybe as a couple. She tried to rationalize it, but then she realized something that Booth had always told her, you can't rationalize love. She smiled, her decision clear and as logical as love could ever be.
"I think that it would be a great idea!" He sat up straight from his pensive slouch.
"Really?" He tried to not get his hopes up, but it was impossible.
"Really!" This time she initiated the kiss. There was nothing gentle about it. He slapped some bills on the bar and hugged her closer to himself; not wanting to ever let go and loose her.
They lay in her bed, neither wanting to acknowledge the day ahead of them. As she glared at her alarm, he observed her, wondering how he was ever lucky enough to meet her.
"You do know that Angela will know exactly what happened, right?" Her query, laced with apprehension, broke the peaceful silence of the room. He chuckled, realizing the source of said apprehension.
"She'll probably say something about how 'it's about time' and then ask if we 'went at it like rabbits.'" He glanced at her, trying to gage her reaction. She furrowed her brow in puzzlement. He leaned over and kissed the premature lines away. "What's the matter, Bones?"
"How are we like rabbits at all?" He had to stop himself from laughing, knowing that it would only offend her. He searched his brain for a non-awkward way to explain the idiom.
"Well, Bones, rabbits have lots of babies, implying that they, ummm, well-"
"I get it!" She exclaimed.
"You do?" He looked at her, working to hide the shock from his face.
"Well, rabbits are very good at procreating, probably a result of frequent reproductive acts. At likening us to rabbits, Angela would be implying that we engaged in intercourse numerous times during the course of the night! And that would not be far from the truth."
"Bones!" He didn't even try to wipe the horror off his face.
"What, Booth? I was merely stating a perfectly accurate fact. We are all adults, and others should be able to respect our need to vent after numerous years of not giving into temptation. At this point, I'm glad that last night happened, other wise one of us might have taken out our frustration on the other and ruined any possibility of a relationship, professional or otherwise."
"Bones, we just don't mention,those things in polite company, or the workplace, even if the other parties are close friends." He tried to explain.
"Why?" She enquired, trying to decipher another one of those illogical taboos of human interaction. "There are numerous societies around the world where it is perfectly normal to discuss sexual intercourse, the fact the Western Civilization is so uncomfortable talking about it is strange when compared to the rest of the world."
"Good point, Bones, I never thought about it like that. But, times a-wasting, and as much as I would like to stay in bed with you, we do need to get to work. Who knows, there might be a case in the near future!" As if on cue the cell on the table started to ring. He reached over and grabbed it. "Booth." He answered.
"Booth?"
"Angela?"
"Why are you answering Bren's phone?" He was at a loss for words. She was staring at him, her eyes wide with shock. He mouthed 'I'm sorry' to her as she turned to get breakfast started.
"You didn't, did you?" The silence was enough to answer Angela's question. "You did, didn't you!" The excitement was evident in her voice.
"What are you talking about, Angela?"
"I called to ask Brennan if she had seen you last night, but since you are answering her phone, something tells me that she see's you right now!" Her enthusiasm grew.
"Well, she's actually in the kitchen- shit." He mentally chastised himself
"Kitchen? You're at her house? No way!" At this point, her excitement went through the roof.
"Angela, can we please just talk about this later? Please?" He pleaded with her; trying to find an end to the awkward turn this phone call had taken.
"Fine, but could you please put Brennan on?"
"Sure." He sighed.
"You mean she's actually with you?"
"Angela!"
"Sorry, sorry, I'll hold." He held his hand over the mouthpiece of the phone.
"Bones, it's for you!" She waltzed into the room carrying two cups of coffee. "Thank you so much, I really need one of these." He got out of the bed to help her out, kissed her cheek and handed her the phone. "It's Angela." She rolled her eyes in response.
"Booth, I am a grown woman, I can take care of myself, I don't need you to escort me into my own office!" She glared at him, exasperated.
"I know, Bones." He paused to open the door of her office for her. "But I wanted to do this." He closed the door and kissed her, any fight in her pushed out of the way by an outpouring of love and lust.
"Knock, knock! Everyone put their clothes back on! I'm coming in!" Angela's voice interrupted the scandalous turn that the lovers' thoughts were taking. They jumped apart like a couple of embarrassed teenagers. When she finally entered the room, Angela said as much.
"Hi Angela!" Brennan greeted her cheerfully.
"Hey." Came Booth's more sullen acknowledgement.
"You two are so cute!" Angela exclaimed.
"Wait why? What did I miss?" Hodgins enquired as he burst into the room.
"Was there something to be missed?" Cam asked as she paused in her stroll past the room and stopped to enter it.
"Well, ummm…. Am I allowed to tell them?" Angela asked, obviously uncomfortable having to keep such a big secret. Brennan glanced at Booth, indicating that it was his decision. He nodded, and gave Angela permission. "They're finally together!" Angela burst out.
"Good for you guys!" Cam smiled, then said, "but please remember that this is a workplace and don't follow Angela and Hodgins' example. I don't need any more awkward phone calls from security."
Hodgins laughed nervously, "How were we supposed to know that there were cameras in the storage room?"
"TMI, guys!" Booth exclaimed. "Now, is there any way I can convince you guys to go back to work?"