Natural, A Bones FanFic
Disclaimer: 'Bones' is the copy-righted work of its writers, producers and Fox. Seeing as I am none of those, I do not own 'Bones'. No copy-right infringement intended.
A/N: Why is it that these things always pop into my mind when I'm trying to sleep? I suppose its alright though, because I'm particularly proud of this little one-shot. Its not really based on any particular time B/B went undercover, it is pretty much applicable to any time they've gone/will go undercover as a married couple. Enjoy.
It still amazed her how natural it was for them to pretend to love each other.
Every touch, every time he put his hand on her back, casually slung his arm around her shoulder or her chair, she didn't feel like she had to pretend it was the most normal thing in the world.
Then she started to wonder if the feeling was mutual.
Now, as they sat at the dining room table of two people who may or may not have committed the murder, she allowed her eyes to linger at the hand that was dangling just above her breast, with the wedding band that matched the one on her own left hand, she allowed a single thought to enter her mind.
What if this wasn't an undercover assignment?
It was quickly followed by another, slightly un-Brennan thought…
What would my life be like if these wedding bands really meant I was married to Booth?
She allowed her inner writer to create her life, while effectively ignoring the conversation that was going on around her.
They would wake up, relatively early. Cocooned in each other's arms, not wanting to leave the sanctuary of their bedroom. They would eat breakfast together, and talk about their day ahead, and possibly weekend plans with Parker.
They would bicker. Who would drive, who got which side of the bed, whose idea was it to do this, or that. It was all fair game.
She smiled. He would drive her to the Jeffersonian. He'd probably walk her in, and kiss her right on the mouth before he left for the J. Edgar Hoover Building. Angela would be beside herself every morning.
When they had a case, he'd stand next to her on the platform, while she examined the remains.
When they didn't have a case, he'd probably still find some excuse to stand next to her on the platform.
And when the day was done, he'd drive the both of them home, and they'd eat dinner.
Then they'd relax on the couch and have some drinks, and talk until it was time for bed.
Then they'd have earth-shattering sex and fall asleep, wake up, and do it all over again.
Yes, it was uncanny how natural it was for her to imagine this scenario.
But what she found more uncanny was how natural it felt to be in love with him.
A/N 2: Thanks for reading, and please review!