Hi Everyone! Here's my second story. I was lying in bed, attempting to sleep, and this kind of popped into my head. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I dont own Bones. God, I wish I owned Booth...;). I also don't own those lyrics down there, or the ones in the summery. They're from What are you waiting for by MFH (Best band EVVERRR) and Hold My Hand by Hootie and the Blowfish.
Alright, enjoy!
"Is there anyone out there who is listening to anything that I say?
Is there anyone out there who can take my hand"
- What Are You Waiting For by My Favorite Highway
"I find hand holding to be one of the most intimate of the many forms of affection. Between a mother and child, just friends, and most of all, a man and a woman. While walking, a man could wrap his arm around the woman, showing protection and proving his dominance. Though, with hand holding, there is equal dominance. Also, it's as if the couple can't let go of each other. They want to be connected at all times, even if in the littlest way possible. It's just...special. Everybody wishes the had a hand to hold, both literally and metaphorically."
Brennan and Booth were sitting at their usual table at Royal Diner. The recent case was a double suicide, with a young couple. They were found holding hands, both dead, at a lookout on the outskirts of DC. It was a difficult case for Booth and Brennan, considering all of the sexual tension between them. Recently, or really ever since they kissed during Christmas. Brennan was now attempting to explain her reasoning on young love and intimacy to Booth.
"Now, why would you say that? What about hugging and kissing? A good snuggle? You still find holding hands more intimate that those?" Booth asked. He then leaning in on his elbows, making his face closer to Brennan's, as he always did during a "creative discussion" between them. Lowing his voice, he sexily whispered, "I'd say those are pretty good ways of being close." Quickly glancing at her lips, he then moved back to his original position.
"I don't know, Booth. I guess it's just a matter of opinion. Let's go, I need to get back to the Jeffersonian. I've been working on a couple of cases from Limbo that are very interesting," Brennan said as she was standing up. Booth followed her lead, throwing a couple of bills on the table to cover their fries and cokes, and of course, Booth's slice of pie.
"Alright, Bones, whatever you say. I highly doubt bones from Limbo could be very interesting"
"Once again, just a matter of opinion, Booth!"
The partners swaggered towards the door. In the process, Booth's hand casually bumped Brennan's, and his finger's were then laced with hers. Brennan looked up at him, giving him a questioning glace. He just looked down and her and smirked. He leaned down towards her ear, and whispered, "You've always got my hand to hold, Bones."
Alrighty, chicken wings!! Review por favor??