She laughed lightly, "Are you kidding, I must look like death..." She self-consciously ran her hand over her wild morning hair, biting her lip.
"Nonesense!" He raised his eyebrows at her playfully, suggestively, and she laughed. He shifted so he was on his side, facing her, and he pulled her gently to him, pressing his lips to hers. She smiled against his lips as he let his hand drop from her face and land on her tee-shirt covered breast. She sighed as he moved his hand below the grey cotton. "How long until we have to get you to work?" He mumbled as he dropped his mouth to her neck.
"Who cares?" She moaned at the combination of his fingers on her bare, sensitive skin and his mouth on her neck, gently pulling her pale skin between his teeth. He laughed lightly and maneuvered himself so he was now hovering above her, his lips never shifting from her neck. As his hand slipped from her breast, she whined slightly, her lower lip jutting out in protest to the loss of contact.
"Who would've guessed," His fingers gripped the hem of her shirt, pulling it off effortlessly before wandering down her sides and finding the top of her panties, "that I'd get the world-renowned, workaholic forensic anthropologist Dr. Temperance Brennan to reject work..."
"If you keep talking, she won't!" She smiled seductively at him, her fingers winding through his dark hair and pulling him to her. He smiled, and before she knew it, the gentle, teasing, easy foreplay was replaced with passionate, lustful thrusts on his part. His head fell once more to her neck, moving to her chest, and she closed her eyes, enjoying every second. "Oh, Seeley," she moaned, and the body above her immediately stopped moving.
"What was that?" Her eyes flew open in horror, realizing seconds too late her mistake as she stared into the wide eyes of Sully. "Did you just..."
"What?" She fought to keep from blushing, her throat closing around her voice, preventing her from properly covering her tracks. 'Maybe I can convince him I said Sully... They're close enough, right!?'
"You just called me Seeley! Oh... My God! You want him too, don't you?" He exclaimed, leaping from the bed and pulling on his boxers quickly.
"Too? What do you mean, 'too'?" She didn't bother to try and soothe his wounded pride, she was too angry now, inexplicably irate. She pulled her tee back over her head and pulled on a pair of shorts, rushing after him as he headed for the living room to find the rest of his discarded outfit.
"Oh, come on, Brennan!" She winced, saddened by his use of her last name. "You cannot possibly be so brilliant, and yet so blind!"
She stared at him blankly, "What are you talking about?" She wasn't really absorbing anything, her mind racing with the events that had taken place in such a short time.
"Booth. Wants. You. You. Want. Booth." He said slowly, jabbing his finger for effect before he resumed the buttoning of his white dress shirt.
She watched as he pulled on his socks and shoes, struggling for words. "What are you talking about, Sully?! We're partners, and friends, and..."
"And you called out his name when you were having sex with your boyfriend!" He shouted, grabbing his jacket and heading for the door. "Correction--ex-boyfriend. See you around, Brennan." He spat, slamming the door behind him.
"Oh fuck." she muttered, staring at the door. She sighed, still confused as to how it all had happened. She locked her door and was heading for the shower when her cell phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID before answering, "Brennan..."
"Hey sweetie! I just went into your office to show you the sketch I've done on the new case... but you're not here..."
"I know that, Angela..."
"Did you also know then... that it's past 10 a.m.?"
Tempe gasped, her hand covering her eyes, "Shit... no!" She turned on the shower and returned to her room, gathering her clothes. "I'll be there soon, I promise."
"Hey, I don't care. I only want you to tell me all the juicy details the instant you're here..."
"You mean gory details," she retorted bitterly.
"What happened, sweetie?"
She sighed again, "I'll tell you when I get there..." Her voice trailed off as she remembered all the details of the previous night. "Oh, Shit, you've got to be kidding me!"
"What's wrong?"
"Can you come get me? My car is there..."
"I can be there in twenty minutes..."
"Thank you. See you soon..." She hung up, stepping into the hot stream and scrubbing every inch of herself until she was sore and raw, and yet still rather unclean feeling. She decided a large cup of strong, dark coffee would pull her out of this funk, and pulled on her dark linen skirt and her form-fitting white top before drawing her wet haid into a tight bun. As she went to make the bitter brew, a knock echoed through the apartment, and she sighed, muttering, "It's definetly going to be a bad day" as she pulled open the door. She smiled at her best friend, two coffees and a small bag in her hands. "Did I tell you how much I love you?"
Angela grinned, pushing a cup into her friends hand and stepping inside the apartment. "So... spill. Tell me everything!" She flopped onto the couch, patting the spot beside her as she opened the bag and offered her a bagel.
Tempe sighed and sat next to her, taking a bite of the bagel. "I had a dream about Booth..." She paused at the eruption next to her, Angela's eyes wide as she choked on what was apparently a rather large sip of coffee.
"What!?" She sputtered, coughing. "Sweetie, you have to give a girl fair warning before dropping a bomb like that!"
"Sorry... but that's not even all of it. In fact, that's not even the worst of it..."
Angela smiled and placed her coffee on the table, folding her legs beneath her as she turned her whole body to face her friend. "See, that is a good warning... Continue, please."
She smiled, "I woke up and felt... I don't know. Happy, maybe. Then... then Sully woke up. And we started to..."
"Fool around? Bone? Make Whoopie? Hump like monkeys?"
"ANGELA!"
"Sorry..." She blushed, smiling, "I couldn't help it."
"It's okay. You're right. We started to have sex, and I... I kind of... called out Booth's name..."
She gasped, "No!!" She grinned widely, clasping her hands over her mouth as she squeeled from excitement, "Like... oh, Booth?"
Brennan took a gulp of her coffee, needing the caffeine. "No, more like... oooohhh, Seeley..." She blushed, taking another long drag from the cup.
Angela's eyes grew wider yet, "You called him Seeley? While you were having sex?!"
She nodded slowly, gravely, "Yup. Needless to say, that killed the mood. And our relationship. He said the craziest thing..."
"What, that he was Booth's evil twin here to steal his life and ruin all things good?"
Tempe chuckled, shaking her head, "Okay, maybe not the craziest thing... but, crazy. He said, 'Oh my god, you want him too, don't you?' and then the said that Booth... you know..."
"Is in love with you? Wants you desperately? Wants to fuck your brains out?"
"Angela!" Again her friend blushed, and muttered an apology, "It's okay. That's basically what he said anyways..."
"So you've finally realized it?"
"Realized what? Angela, it's not true! We're partners, and friends, and..."
"If you were really just friends and partners, you wouldn't have felt bad for calling out his name when you were boning you boy-toy."
"It's Sully and Seeley! In the throes of passion the brain is hardly as alert as it is normally."
"Exactly! Sweetie, the names are similar, yes, but this is different. You wanted it to be Booth. This wasn't some simple lapse... it was your heart speaking."
"Hearts can't speak..." she whispered half-heartedly.
"Whatever, Bren. You don't call out your partner-slash-friends name during sex unless there's more there."
No longer able to provide a reasonable argument, she stood and paced around her living room. "What if you're right?"
"Would it be the worst thing in the world?" Angela smiled sympathetically, hoping her friend was finally seeing what everyone else already had.
"Yes! He doesn't... he doesn't feel the same."
"Of course he does. He's not dumb, and he's not blind!"
"Then why did he draw the line, hmm?" Brennan snapped, her eyes narrowed accusingly, "If he loves me, why did he say that people like us, people in high risk situations can't be together?"
"It's because he loves you he made that rule. It's because he knows that, one day, someone could shoot him... or heaven forbid, one of these times, one of the serial killers is going to kidnap you and actually succeed in killing you before he can save you. He knows your history, Bren... he knows what you've been through. He doesn't want to leave you... he doesn't want something to jeopardize your safety..." She stood, grabbing her friend. "That, and he didn't want to scare you away."
"Why would I be scared?"
"Because this is Booth, Sweetie. This is the Catholic boy with dreams of a white picket fence around his mini-mansion, with a yard teeming with kids and a wedding band around your finger Seeley Booth. He wants all of the things you tell everyone you don't want." She smiled knowingly, "And you only say you don't want them for the same reason you refused to admit you love him--you're terrified."
"That's not true." She fought weakly. She forgot that Angela knew her better than she sometimes knew herself.
"You want to be married, and have a huge family. You're afraid that you aren't capable of having that love and that happiness, that you won't be able to reciprocate that. But you love him already. You adore Parker. You cannot continue to let your fear control your life, Brennan. Look at me..." she paused, waiting for her friend's compliance. "Go get your man, sweetie!"
"That's so... sexist!"
"Shut up. Let's go pick up your ride and get you to him."
"I have to go to work!"
"No, you don't. You have to go get your man..."
AN: Because there is no new Bones tonight.. I started a new story. What do you think??