Title: Unaware
Author: Booth22705 aka AJ ()
Summary: Short ficlet written from Booth's POV as he watches Bones in the lab. Although, not my first fic….the first written for the Bones fandom, so be kind….read and review.
Rating: M….just cause of the mention of erection….LOL!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, but Goddess if I did……
"See the abrasion on the phalanges, thus proving that she struggled…virtually clawing her way to freedom."
I watch as her lips move, forming the words that I have no hope of fully understanding. In my mind, those lips form mindless cries of pleasure. Soft gasps as her body moves closer to mine….
"BOOTH!"
"Jeesus! Bones! What??" I yell, my voice husky as it echoes in my ears. I can't help but squirm strategically placing the table between myself and Bones, effectively hiding the raging hard-on straining my designer trousers.
"I asked if the FBI recovered any additional prints from the crime scene? God, what is wrong with you?" Temperance Brennan asked with a huff.
What is wrong with me? Damn, how much time do I have to explain? The fact that she's driving me crazy with every single move she makes. Knowing that I notice when her skin flushes each time she discovers an unknown fact that hasn't been documented. The way her eyes flare when she's arguing her point of view. The way her body tightens as she examines the remains….she's driving me fucking insane!
"I'll have to get back to you on that!" I mutter, mindlessly shifting through the file in my hands…fighting to crumple them within my grasp. I watch as her tight little body leans forward over the table, examining the bones before her. I watch her tongue peeking out to rub against the dryness of her lower lip. I suppress a groan as I shift from one foot to the other, thinking of everything from old women's saggy breasts to baseball to try to will the ever-present erection away.
"Geez Booth, drink too much coffee this morning?" she says with an unladylike snort as she turns to Zach, spouting off some five-million dollar words that don't mean anything to me.
I roll my eyes toward her to dissuade the fact that I'm so hard I can feel my pulse in my fucking toes. I can't help but giggle, yes….I said giggle, thinking if she only knew how she affected me. I watch as her electric blue eyes widen, staring at me under those impossible thick sooty lashes. I can't help the shiver that runs up my spine….as my knees seem to buckle under her heady gaze.
"Booth, are you alright?" she says lowly.
The five-million dollar question….am I alright? As I watch her beneath my lashes, I realize…..I am soo not alright. Not by a long shot!