Based on the 'Shirtless Booth' challenge over on the BY. Really…who can resist that, hmmm?
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Author's note: This story is brought to you by the way Booth's eyes kind of glass over when he's about to be kissed by a pretty lady. His eyes always look like 'This is probably a mistake, but…." and his lips twitch a bit, like "I cannot beLIEVE this is happening", and he kind of leans in….
The only other time I've ever seen that look on his face is when Brennan is ice skating with him, and she tells him he's the only FBI agent she wants to work with. He smoothes his hand down his tie and looks at her like, "wow….really?"
(which brings about another question, of course, which is…why does Seeley Booth work in t-shirts and jeans and ice skate in suits? Either way, I'm not a complainer)
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"His dimples, for sure" the redhead in the corner with the latte smirked, "Oooh yeah…when he smiles?" She dipped her stirrer and swirled it around in her mug.
"No" the blonde beside her shook her head and fiddled with the tie on her umbrella, "It's those shoulders. So wide…" her nostrils flared slightly and she blushed, "Perfect"
Brennan faced the doors of the elevator and tried not to listen in, although she was curious as to who these ladies were talking about. He sounded like an attractive specimen of the male species.
"Mmhmm…" a sassy voice from Brennan's right disagreed, "Those are SO fine, but…no, no, no ladies. You've got it ALL wrong. I'm telling you, it's that perfect, perfect way he fills out a pair of dress pants, hmmm? Am I right?"
Brennan swallowed a slight smile at the murmurings of acceptance.
"Gina, I didn't hear YOU agreeing" Sassy challenged, and Brennan discretely looked around.
A cool brunette filing her nails shrugged a shoulder, "Have you SEEN him with a gun?"
It seemed there was a collective deep breath inhaled at the thought of that, and Brennan rolled her eyes to herself.
"And don't forget that cocky belt buckle" Latte added, and the weight of the elevator practically dipped with the way the women swooned.
But Brennan was stunned. They were talking about…about Booth! All of the signs pointed to it. Well, the gun, and the belt buckle, and she supposed the shoulders…and the…
"Heya, Bones" Booth smiled and entered the elevator as the doors opened on his office floor. "That for me?"
She handed him the coffee from her hand and looked at him, confused. "Why are you on the elevator? I thought we were supposed to meet in your office…" she hissed, now slightly uncomfortable with the way she was being eyed from the other X chromosomes in the elevator.
"Got a lead on our case. We need to look into it." He eyed her over the rim of his coffee, "That okay with you?"
"Sure" she croaked, then cleared her throat and examined her fingernails, "I mean, that sounds quite satisfactory."
Booth smirked a bit and looked at her in confusion. But then the doors to the elevator opened to the lobby, and he pressed his hand to her back, "Let's go, Bones." With a small smile, he nodded behind him, "Ladies."
And the sound of closing elevator doors didn't drown out the sound of four satisfied sighs at his departure.
"I told you" Sassy……sassed.
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Booth was acting like he normally did, slamming his driver's side door shut while balancing his phone on his ear and a cup of coffee in his hand, but Brennan's mind was in overdrive, processing what she'd just observed.
Those four women had, very casually and expertly, been discussing Booth's physical attributes. But he didn't seem to notice at all. But she knew Booth was quite skilled at analyzing a situation. So either he didn't know, or he did know and he chose to ignore them.
Or maybe he only ignored them when she wasn't around.
Which means that maybe those women had firsthand experience with Booths…attributes.