I Wish I'd Kissed You Then
A/N: This little drabble has been floating through my head since I re-watched Night at the Bones Museum last evening as a break from the Olympics.
Booth was stretched out in bed, flipping through the latest issue of Motor Trends, a subscription to which had been his birthday gift from Christine. She'd been so proud of paying for it with chore money she'd earned. Smiling as he heard the shower turned off, he sat up, plumped the pillow, and stuffed it behind his head more comfortably.
He'd hung a new nightgown on the door hook where Brennan kept her robe as a small surprise for her. He planned on divesting her of the satiny garment before they fell asleep, but he knew its soft burgundy silk fabric would please his Bones.
Presently the ensuite bathroom door opened, and Brennan walked out, toweling her freshly-shampooed hair.
"So you think I don't already have enough nightgowns in my dresser, Booth?" she questioned him with a flirty grin. "This is a wonderful choice; Papinelle has such comfortable designs, attractive but not fussy. You spoil me, Booth; thank you!"
"Nothing's too good for you, Bones. You really like the plain ones?"
"When I was little, I hated the lacy ones my mother bought me; they were scratchy and I couldn't sleep. I drove her nuts whining about it. I suppose that's why Christine is the same way, some maternal curse from her grandmother to aggravate me."
Booth laughed aloud as Brennan slid into bed. "I thought you didn't believe in the afterlife."
"You're rubbing off on me, I suppose. I hear her talking in my head sometimes; Max too…."
"They're always with you, right in here, Bones," he said softly, tapping her chest with his hand. "You look lovely, but you're even more beautiful au naturel to me."
He leaned forward and kissed her gently. She responded by deepening the kiss until they both needed air.
"You know what I was thinking about while you showered, Mrs. Booth?"
"I can't imagine."
"How much I wished I'd kissed you that night standing in the Egyptian Exhibit, after we arrested Turnbull. It was just the two of us, and the mummies. I was so glad you didn't come with Hacker."
"What happened between us, should just be ours, isn't that what you told me?"
"Yeah, I did. Egypt was right, throwing you that gala, the least Azita Jabbari could do. You turned history on its head, Bones; proving Anok was innocent after all those centuries."
"You changed history every day, keeping people safe; you still do, Booth."
"We keep people safe, Bones, both of us; I couldn't do all that without your genius."
"I was just about to kiss you that night, Booth…."
"I was weighing the risk, Bones, I came so close-and then those dunderheads from the lab had to interrupt us,"
"They're not dunderheads, Booth, they're our friends; our family," Brennan protested.
"Well, they interrupted a moment between us; so yeah, they are kinda dunderheads ,Bones."
"It took losing Mr. Nigel-Murray for us to finally-"
"see the light," Booth finished her statement, and squelched further conversation by pulling her down to him. Reaching over, he flipped off the bedside lamp and gently slipped the new gown off her shoulders.