Brennan sat listening to the loud beat of the music flow through the club. She sipped her martini and sighed. Brennan finally decided if Booth wanted her he'd have been here by now. So she would leave after her martini glass was empty. Taking a sip she knew she was disappointed in Booth. For some reason she had thought something would happen. "I guess not," she thought dejectedly, when suddenly she felt a gentle hand resting on her shoulder. She did not turn around, because she didn't want to admit that the hands shooting signals of pleasure to her nerves was not the man she was in love with.
The stranger had very soft, strong, gentle hands, "Like Booth does," a voice said in her head. Shut up! She thought angrily at the voice, and allowed herself to relax. Her massage stopped and none other than Agent Booth stepped from behind her, settling into the chair next to her. When he looked at Brennan, or "his Bones" as he liked to call her, his charm smile quickly vanished as he took in the sight of the lady anthropologist.
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Booth slowly let Brennan's image engrave in his memory. Her hair hung in loose waves, framing her face and she wore a strapless midnight purple dress that only reached mid thigh; on her feet were two inch heels that elongated her legs and drew out her figure. Booth's breath caught; she was beautiful.
An impatient voice broke through the fantasies now running through Booth's
head, "Booth?" Booth looked away and muttered "Jesus Bones" as he went over to the bar to grab a beer. This was going to be a long night. Brennan heard and pursued him to the bar where she sat dangerously close to him. Booth gulped his beer rather quickly. Brennan's leg brushed his calf as she folded her legs, and Booth tried to steady his bodily reactions to her touch. Doesn't she know what she's doing to me? Has she ever believed I wanted to be "just partners"? Is she trying to make me take her away and make wild and passionate love to her? After that very unpartnerlike string of thoughts Booth realized that he had to make a move tonight.
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Brennan sat at the bar studying Booth. He looked like he'd been taken by surprise by her dress. But hell he wasn't the only guy with that reaction. Brennan decided that she would disregard it. It didn't indicate any emotional or physical attachment. She sighed and looked out over the dance floor hoping Booth would ask her to dance. Then another FBI Agent came out through the crowd and offered Brennan his hand in a dance. Brennan decided since Booth wasn't going to ask her she might as well dance a little bit. Besides, she told herself, Angela wouldn't want my appearance to be for nothing. However, as she took the Agent's hand, she failed to notice the look of outrage and jealousy on Booth's face.
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Angela, who had happened to be sitting close by, saw the whole thing, including Booth's reaction. Smirking she had to give points to Brennan. Even though she probably didn't realize it she had just succeeded in making Seeley Booth a very jealous man.
She handed her drink to Hodgins and said, "Be back Hodgie, its time for me to work some Booth and Brennan magic."
Hodgins rolled his eyes but gave Angela a sweet kiss on the cheek and an encouraging smile.
Satisfied, Angela stalked over and settled herself in the seat Temperance Brennan had just vacated.
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