.:Buttons:.
Summary: Bones thoughts wander when she fixes her shirts.
A/N: I should be writing on my other fic Love me, Want me, Save me… But I kinda got bitten by the writers block virus. So I decided to write down this idea I have had floating around in my mind for a while. I got the idea when I was on the bus from my best friend. I was listening to The Pussycat Dolls song 'Buttons'. It doesn't really have so much in comment… But my mind works in weird ways… XD
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
I wanna thank Asta for reading this. I can't wait until Saturday! XD
The italic text is flashbacks.
Temperance threw another shirt in the trashcan. It was the forth one. She muttered a quick 'Damn him' and then went on to the next one. The blouse was missing 5 buttons. She opened her little box with buttons, hoping she would maybe find some that matched.
He entered her office with a determent look. They both knew what he wanted. He wanted her. Now.
He walked right up to her and pushed her hard, but not hard enough to hurt her, up against one of the walls. Quickly, he removed her shirt, just ripping it of. She could hear the buttons fly all over the floor. Damn him.
This shirt was hopeless. It was impossible. She threw it in the trashcan.
The next blouse, the blue one, her favourite. It was ripped, not just the buttons, but the whole front was just loose.
She walked to his place; she didn't want to be alone. He was always there for her. She needed him. The door opened right after her knock. He just wrapped his arms around her. 20 seconds later she stood in her bra and panties. Her shirt laid on the floor, in two pieces. Damn him.
She realized she needed new clothes all together. She feared to look at her pants. They couldn't look much better. Or her underwear.
"Booth" she softly moaned. "Please".
She could hear the sound of ripping clothes. She could feel the air on her private parts. She had bought new underwear for this night. And she actually liked them. Damn him.
She heard a knock on the door, right before it opened. Booth stormed in and rush to her. She just got out "Bo-" before he kissed her. She quickly responded, pushing her tongue in his mouth. He moved his hand to her breast. Her hand was around his neck. He pushed her slightly back and took the hems of her shirt in his hands. He quickly pushed them apart. The familiar sound of clothed being torn apart filled her ears. Damn him!
Fin.
A/N: So, whatcha think? Like it? Hate it? Should I just move to Boden and become a stamp collector like my grandfather? Please tell me!