Ordinary Moments.
This is my first attempt Bones fic. It's a fluffy little plotless piece. Definately B&B
Rated R for content, though it's not actually that graphic.
Any and all comments are welcome.
Sometimes extrodinary things happen in ordinary moments
Chapter 1.
The day started as ordinarily as always, up early, a muffin for breakfast in the car on the way to work, coffee in the cafeteria with Angela before a short meeting to track the progress of various cases and then into the lab.
Booth showed up around 11, striding into her office with a half smile on his face. "Bones, let's go. We've got a case," he said, tapping a thin file folder against the palm of his hand.
She glanced up, frowning. "I'm in the middle of something Booth."
"Well, put it aside. This is important."
"This is important too."
Some of the good humour in his expression faded and Brennan bit back a smile. There weren't many ways she could tease Booth but this was one of them. She wondered how long it would take before he realized that any irritation she felt over his assumed right to monopolize her time was always far outweighed by the intrigue and challenge of a new case.
"You can't just come in here and commandier my time," she insisted.
"Actually, I can. Already cleared it with Cam."
With a sigh she backed up the files on her computer and rose from her chair. ooth grabbed her coat off the hook just inside the door and draped it over her shoulders when she reached the doorway then ushered her out with a guiding hand on the small of her back.
Just as the day had started as any other, it was ending in a familiar matter as well. After 10 hours of chasing leads, gathering evidence and running tests they were back in her office trying to tie everything together and make sense of it all over Thai food. Take out containers were strewn across the surface of her desk and papers on the floor. Brennan sat cross legged, leaning against the couch as she balanced her lap top on one knee and a pad of paper on the other. Booth sat across from her, on the phone with someone from the Bureau.
With a sigh he hung up the phone, stood, stretched and settled on the floor next to her.
"Anything?" he asked, leaning back against the couch and stretching his legs out in front of him, his booted feet wrinkling some of the pages on the floor.
"Nothing. Unless you count a sore back and a cramp in my neck," she groused, shifting to mimic Booth's position. She'd tried 3 different positions in the last hour, the floor being the least uncomfortable of them all.
"You got a cramp?" Book asked absently as he picked up a handful of results from tests Hodgins had run earlier that night. He extended an arm along the back of the couch and began kneading the back of her neck, his coarse fingers firm but gentle against the soft skin at the nape of her neck.
She dropped her head forward and let out a moan of pleasure. Booth let out a laugh, which a well placed elbow in his side turned into an odd, strangled sound.
Brennan closed her eyes and let Booth's skilled fingers loosen the tension that had built up in her muscles. Soon she was drifting, not quite asleep but not awake either. After a few minutes she was aware of Booth sliding an arm around her shoulder and pulling her against his body, but it was a vague awareness as sleep overtook her.
Some time later Brennan jolted awake, disorientated by the surface beneath her cheek, which was soft but unyielding and definately not her pillow and the curled up position she seemed to be in. She forced her eyes open and took stock, realizing that what she was resting her head on was Booth's chest and that she was curled half on her side on the flooor. The slow, steady beat of his heart beneath her ear and the rythmic rise and fall of his chest told her that he was asleep too and a qlance up at his face confirmed.
Brennan often missed the finer points of proper social etiquette but even she was aware that this was abnormal. Waking up on the floor in the arms of a male collegue was weird. Or at least it was supposed to be weird. She didn't feel weird about this at all. In fact, his gentle grip on her waist and the brush of his breath against the top of her head was...comforting. It made her feel...safe...and happy.
She knew she should wake Booth but first she wanted to take a moment to examine this feeling. She knew what caused it, her body was releasing excess of hormones such as seratonin that made her feel contented. It was the why that confused her. Lust feelings she could have understood. She'd had her share of lustful thoughts about Booth. It was perfectly natural for a woman of her age to have such thoughts about an physicaly attractive male of similar age. But this was more than simple lust.
Booth shifted in his sleep, his head lolling to the side as he started to snore faintly.
Gently Brennan shook him awake. His eyes fluttered open and he stared down at her in confusion.
"We fell asleep," she said.
He rubbed a hand over his face and let out a soft sigh. "What time is it?"
She glanced at her watch. "4:13."
"Great, I had to be up in two hours anyway."
Brennan glanced up and met his eye, the two of them exchanging small smiles.
She wasn't sure exactly how it happened, who made the first move and if it was her, what motivated it but one moment they were staring at each other and the next their lips were meeting in a tentative kiss that left her breathless. Then, Booth's lips were upon hers again, soft and tasting of coffee. She wound her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as she parted her lips, a shiver running down her spine as he ran his tongue along her bottom lip then slipped it between her lips to explore her mouth.
Booth's lips left hers and trailed down the side of her neck as he lowered her to the floor. She let out a soft sigh as he settled his body alongside hers, one leg winding around hers. She slid her hands beneath the hem of his t-shirt, feeling taunt muscles covered by silky skin that shifted beneath her exploring fingers. As he continued his assult on her neck his hands began to roam, sliding across her back and trailing along her sides. His touch burned her skin and she felt like she might catch fire yet she couldn't get enough of him.
Booth's lips returned to hers, taking her in a breathless kiss, then he pulled away. Brennan's body ached in protest as he shifted away from her. She stared at him, breathless and panting. He returned the silent gaze, his face an unreadable mask.
"Booth?" she questioned when she'd gotten control of her voice. It was a tentative control though and her words came out low and hoarse. Her mind was still spinning, trying to catch up with what had happened.
"Not here, Bones. I'm not going to make love to your for the first time on your office floor."
"What does it matter where we have sex, Booth? The overall purpose of the act doesn't change depending on where you do it."
"No, but the meaning of it does. If it were just sex then right here on the floor would be fine. But making love, that's different."
At her perplexed gaze he smiled, reached out and stroked her cheek gently and tried to explain. "Sex is with people whom you don't have feelings for. Making love is with people you do have feelings for. When you make love to somebody for the first time there's a certain way it should be done. On a bed with silk sheets and candlelight and music playing. It's special." Seeing she was still unconvinved he gave her a half-grin. "I know you don't go in for this stuff Bones, but I do. Humour me, all right?"
She nodded. "Okay, Booth. Whatever you say."
He nodded, looking satisfied. "Okay. Good. So...uh, my place tonight? Seven?"
Brennan agreed.
"All right then. I guess I'll be going then."
He made no more to stand up though.
"I thought you were going."
"I am. I am. Just..let me enjoy this moment."
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her too him. She tucked her head into the crook of his neck and breathed in his scent.
They stayed that way, drifting in and out of sleep until finally Booth really did have to go so he could get home, shower and change and be ready for work.
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