Authors Note: Don't worry, I am still working on 'The Perfect Valentines Gift' but I couldn't get this one out of my head. And I just hope I can write Booth/Brennan too! Comments are always welcome x
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they belong to Hart Hanson, Fox etc. please don't sue – I am only borrowing them for a bit!
Her train of thought was interrupted by a presence in her door way. She knew who it was without looking up, so continued to type away at her report, studiously ignoring him. He hovered indecisively for a few seconds before making his way into her office. She knew what he wanted and a frown graced her face. After a few more key strokes a gentle cough broke the silence. Only then, when he was completely in the room and had begun to make noise to get her attention did she look up, the frown still present on her face. 'Yes?' she enquired. He stood in front of her desk, casually leaning on it, shirt sleeves rolled up, a cocky grin on his handsome face. He flashed her some teeth and cocked his head to the clock. 'Noticed the time Bones?' She rolled her eyes at him. 'Yes Booth, I am perfectly capable of keeping time.' She hadn't actually realised it had gotten so late, but she wasn't going to tell him that and give him the satisfaction of an early win to the impending argument. He mimicked her eye roll and moved round the desk to stand behind her, pointing at the clock. She could smell his aftershave, a tangy smell that suited him, with an underlying scent that was so totally Booth which always made her feel secure and at peace. She shut her eyes momentarily, taking in the smell, listening to the rustle of his clothes and imagining she could feel the heat emanating from his body; before looking up at where he was pointing. The clock showed the time 23.17pm. 'It's late Bones. And I bet you haven't eaten.' Before Brennan could reply her stomach rumbled; nosily enough for the man behind her to hear. She blushed slightly, and didn't need to be facing him to know there was a smug smile upon his lips. 'Come on' he said, brandishing her coat, 'Let's stop that stomach monster from eating you away from the insides.' She rolled her eyes and sighed in protest, but it was late and she hadn't eaten. She decided food wouldn't be a bad idea, after all the case was complete, she just needed to finish up the notes; and Goodman didn't need them till Monday anyway. Without further protest she accepted her coat and shut down her computer. Once ready she turned to face
her partner. She discreetly looked her partner up and down. Angela often used the phrases 'hottie' and 'hunk' when describing her partner, and while she wouldn't use those adjectives herself she could see where the other woman was coming from. Special Agent Seeley Booth stood proud at 6'1, with a strong physical presence, well defined muscles and incredible bone structure. He was handsome, she could admit that. Soulful, chocolate brown eyes rested above a beautiful yet cheeky grin, a strong brow and thick dark hair set him off as a looker. And he was a charmer, a brave intelligent, amazing man who was integral to her life. She sighed as she reached and moved past him. She often wondered if it was ok for her to dwell on the reactions seeing or thinking about her partner provoked in her. While she understood that as a strong, alpha male it was understandable to be sexually attracted to him, she often wondered if the…fuzzy…feeling was part of this. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts she turned to look up at Booth. 'Sid's?' she glanced up at him, knowing he wouldn't want to go anywhere else. Brennan smiled as she felt Booth slide his hand onto the small of her back, unconsciously pulling her closer and leading her threw the door. The gesture was comforting and familiar, and it once again led to the thoughts Brennan had been pondering more and more recently – was there more to their partnership than mere friendship?
Booth had known she would still be at work past 11 o clock on a Friday night, and he was almost certain that she wouldn't have eaten. So with no plans himself he had decided to make sure that Bones got at least one decent meal that day and had headed over to the Jeffersonian. He had found her, as expected, hunched over her computer, frantically typing, oblivious to his presence in the doorway. He smiled; he loved this time, when he was able to look at her unabashed. The glow of the computer screen lit up her face, making the already pale skin almost glow. Deep blue eyes and a strong jaw line were framed by soft, auburn hair, which Booth often wanted to run his fingers through. He sighed, trying to get his feelings under control. He had NOT fallen for his partner; he was just attracted to her. After all, any red blooded male would be. She was beautiful. And smart, and naïve in an adorable way, stubborn and annoying, but that only endeared her to him more. No, stop this trail of thought he told himself. After making him self known to her, it was surprisingly easy to
get her to agree to stop working for once and come and get some dinner. As he led her out of her office, his hand slipped naturally to the small of her back. It fit perfectly, like it was meant to be there. Leading her through the darkened corridors that had become like a second place of work to him he casually made small talk about the case, the easy banter comforting him in a way that he didn't realise he needed after the case. He mentally shook the pictures of the burnt and broken corpses out of his head as he opened the passenger door of his SUV for Bones. He grinned at her as she blushed slightly, but tried to hide it complaining that she never got to drive. 'How come I never get to drive Booth? Is it some sort of alpha male dominance tactic?' He chuckled, ignoring her as he shut her door and sauntered round to the driver's side of the car and climbed in. She's so stubborn, like a dog with a bone, he thought. Ha-ha, Bones with a bone! He let out another chuckle, deeper this time, causing the pouting woman to turn to face him. 'What?' she asked, the pout giving way to a curious look. This only caused Booth to chuckled harder, great belly laughs. 'Nothing Bones.' She glared at him, and he sobered up quickly, it was never a good idea to piss of a hungry Bones, or piss her off in general, he corrected. He put the car into drive and headed down town to Sid's, the best restaurant in town, in his opinion.