I should have been writing the last chapter to What's With Gaara? buuuut I wanted to get this idea out ;p I absolutely love Lance Sweets! And Seeley Booth is just plain awesome!
Jeans and T-shirt
It had been a long but successful day of finally solving a particularly difficult murder and Sweets decided to invite the group over to his place for dinner. He was confident in his cooking abilities and thought it would be a pleasant change from the usual going out to celebrate.
From his seat at the head of the table, he looked to his right where Seeley was trying to eat every last morsel on the plate. To Booths right, Temperance was taking a sip of her drink and at the other end of the table was Cam wiping the corner of her mouth with a napkin. Angela and Jack sat to his left, leaning back in their chairs with Hodgins's arm draped over the back of her chair.
"Wow Sweets, I didn't know you could cook so well!" Booth said.
"Yes Sweets, you cooked very well," Dr. Brennan agreed.
"Well thank you."
"Did you get any tips from Chef Gordon Wyatt?" Hodgins chuckled out.
"Actually no, I didn't."
"It was delicious Sweets and I hate to leave right away but Michelle is supposed to be calling me tonight-"
"No, it's fine; you shouldn't miss your daughter's phone call."
"Me and Jack are going to go ahead and leave too sweety. Pregnancy has me constantly tired and the baby is demanding rest right now."
"I shall go also since I have work I need to catch up on."
"So now only me and Sweets have no life?" Booth questioned as everyone got up to leave.
"Of course you have lives because otherwise you would be dead, but at this time we have important things going on."
"Thanks Bones, thanks."
"You're welcome. Now I will be leaving, bye!"
After they left, Booth got up and started carrying dishes into the kitchen. Sweets picked up a couple plates and followed.
"You don't have to help Booth."
"Why not? Got nothing better to do, and plus you took the time to make the food so I can at least do the dishes."
Shrugging his shoulders, Sweets went back to the dining room to grab more dishes and the gravy bowl. When he went to place them on the counter for Seeley to wash, his gripped slipped and gravy went all over his white button up shirt and black slacks. He fumbled with the dishes and got them safely onto the counter before groaning at the mess on his clothes.
"Ah ha ha ha! You got a little gravy on you there Sweets!"
"Man, not cool! This was a new shirt," he complained while unbuttoning it, Booth's gaze unconsciously following as each button was undone. Lance then stated he was going to go change, leaving the other to scrape scraps off into the trashcan.
"Woah! Jeans and a t-shirt."
Sweets looked down at his attire. "What? Why is that so shocking? I don't always wear suits."
Booth went back to scrubbing dishes before replying. "I only ever see you when it's related to work so I've never seen you in casual clothes. Come on, you didn't even dress down for tonight."
"It was a nice dinner! Unlike you, I didn't feel a t-shirt and jeans were the right clothing."
"Alright Sweets, whatever just poor some of the dish soap in that pot."
He stretched across the sink and went to grab the dish liquid. The sound of a sponge rubbing against a plate stopped, and Sweets realized how close his leaning over made him and Booth. Grabbing the bottle, he poured some into the dish on the counter and the sound of sponge against plate resumed.
feeling uncomfortable, Lance felt like he needed to say something to lighten the atmosphere so the first thing that came to mind was "you could have used the dishwasher you know."
-Later-
Booth was standing in the doorway while Sweets was holding the door open, hand still on the inside handle.
"Well um…I guess I'll…be going."
Though he said this, he made no move to, both having enjoyed each others company and not really wanting it to be over.
They stared at each other for a while until Booth stepped forward and pressed their lips together. It wasn't quite a kiss but an action to test out the feel of their lips connecting.
After pulling away, they glanced up at each others eyes and back down to one anothers lips. Then, leaning into an actual kiss before separating for a second, they shared another deeper kiss, parting with a quiet smack.
"What was that all about?" Sweets asked.
"I don't know…maybe it's the jeans and t-shirt."
Booth took a quick glance over Sweets' form. Starting at sock covered feet, up dark denims, and farther up a t-shirt clad torso, ending at pink lips.
They leaned back in for yet another kiss, one more heated than the last. Booth grabbed Sweets' left wrist and brought his other hand to rest on the psychologist's lower back, their tongues barely brushing against one another's.
Parting once again, Booth began trying to leave.
"So I'll see you tomorrow?"
Another quick kiss.
"Mhm," Lance hummed out before their lips met in a peck.
"Dinner was great…" Booth slid his teeth along a full bottom lip.
"Thanks," Sweets grabbed onto the center of Booths shirt.
"Maybe we can do it again…just the two of us?"
Booth leaned in for a kiss but Sweets pulled back.
"Wait, are you asking me out? Like a date?"
"um, yeah?" he said hesitantly, suddenly unsure of the answer.
"Sounds great."
They shared another lingering kiss before Booth left and Sweets closed the door, each walking away with a huge grin.
Soooo it's definitely not the best but oh well =^.^=
Oh and in my mind, if they ever got together, I always pictured it as some random impulse and they would both end up highly enjoying the spur of the moment action and so a relationship would form!=]