Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are owned by Josephson Entertainment, Kathy Riechs, Fox and Far Field Productions.
Suddenly Tempe lost her footing, slipping into the manly muscles of his strong, romance-novel-hero chest as he flexed vehemently. As their tense bodies suddenly smashed together the room seemed to ignite with sparks, the air static as they each began to suck in air, their breathing labored in the passion they both could not yet express.
"Umm Booth." She stammered her glossed lips dangerously close to his as she spoke, her nearly clear blue eyes looking up into his delectable deep green.
"Yes Bones?" he asked, dying to take her further into his arms, and encase her lips in his own.
"We have to, uhm, get back to work." She said, breaking their fiery gaze as she reluctantly pulled away from his warm, unfortunately clothed, washboard abs. Wishing her hands still lingered on his chest he followed her, not minding the view of her toned hips and the curve of her waist as she walked before him, towards the lab stations. Finding the whole of the labs empty the tension between them seemed to sky rocket as they neared her office. As he parked a hip on the corner of her desk she felt the overpowering need to jump him, though she would never tell a soul. Blushing with the thought she stammered for words to break the awkward silence.
Hoping his ass looked good as he cocked the hip onto her desk, he caught her blushing, the urge to tackle her to the ground, his lips exploring hers, occupying his mind again. He caught her trying to break the sexual tension and tried to assist her efforts.
"Have you….identified the uhhh…"
"Bones?"
What a word he thought, nearly blushing himself.
"Yeah, the uhm, bones."
"Well they belonged to a twenty four to twenty six year old male…"
He couldn't stand it anymore, he wanted desperately to press his needing body against hers. Standing up he held out his hand to her. Eagerly, though she would never show it, she accepted his hand, letting him lead her away from behind the desk.
In her mind she silently begged him to kiss her, afraid that if he didn't she would loose all self control she currently held.
Leaning her back against the bookshelves that lined her office walls he took her lips into his, his hands pressed against the wall behind her as he pressed his body to hers. Moving his strong, warm had she cupped her neck his other hand moving down to grasp her wai-
"Ange? You said you were getting coffee… you've been gone almost half an hour." Her best friend stood, leaning in the doorway to the break room, her hands crossed over her chest.
"Sorry sweetie…I got a little……distracted." She slammed the notebook that sat on the table before her closed, tucking the pencil behind her ear as she stood, walking to her friend.
"Sketching?" Temperance asked, smiling lightly as her friend approached, notebook in hand.
"Sure, if that's what you want to call it." She said, returning the smile.
Her friend didn't catch onto the note of sarcasm and delight in her voice.
Boy what life would be like if she wrote the stories.
A/N: Just thought I'd try it, I wrote the first lines a while ago as a joke with my friend…they caught on…
