A/N: Thanks to everyone for their reviews. passionfornight asked if I would consider continuing the story. A little bit of inspiration came to me the other day, and this is the result. Enjoy!
A few weeks later, Booth walked into Bones office. Seeing she was alone, he said quietly, "I need some help."
Brennan looked confused. "Help with what? And why are we whispering?"
Booth answered, "I'm stuck on one of those, you know…" and he gestured with his hand. "I'm whispering because I don't want anybody to know."
"Oh… I get it. I have some free time this evening. Your place or mine?" Brennan smiled.
"Mine. Does 8 o'clock work for you?"
"Sure. See you then," Brennan said.
As Booth left her office, he passed Angela just outside the door.
Angela entered Brennan's office and said, "Ohhh… what were you two whispering about? Making plans to get together with your hunky partner later?" Angela wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Did you finally decide to take a ride on that train?"
Brennan rolled her eyes. "Did you need something Angela?"
Brennan balanced the takeout boxes on one hand and knocked on the door with the other. Booth answered quickly and grabbed the boxes from her.
In less than five minutes the takeout strewn all over the coffee table and the two were digging in. The conversation ranged from Parker to the release of Brennan's next book. When they were finished, Booth collected the empty containers.
As he headed to the kitchen he asked, "Do you want another beer?"
She nodded and he returned a minute later with two beer bottles and a journal. The two settled next to each other on the couch. After he opened to the article he was having difficulty with, he handed it to Brennan. While Brennan reviewed the article, Booth enjoyed the sensation of sitting near her. Every time she turned a page her arm brushed his, and a tingling sensation would start at the contact point and travel up his arm. Her unique combination of looks and intelligence were intoxicating, and he couldn't help but admire her. She's so beautiful when she focuses on something and I can watch her unnoticed.
"Booth, why are you staring at me?" Brennan asked, giving him a sidelong glance.
Or not. "Ummm… I was just watching to see when you were done," he replied. Good one, man. Get your act together. She's here to help you learn forensics and biology, not to fulfill your fantasies.
Booth cleared his throat, turned to the page he was having trouble with, and laid the journal out on the coffee table. Leaning toward the journal, Brennan explained the basic idea and then started working through the details.
When Booth leaned forward to look at the diagram she was pointing at, he became intensely aware of the proximity of their bodies. They sat side by side, legs touching. A shiver ran through him.
Brennan turned to ask him a question, but the look in his eyes made her forget what she was going to say. She didn't recognize this particular expression, and it made her nervous.
"Hey, I think I need a restroom break," she said before quickly standing up and heading toward the bathroom.
As she walked, he admired the way her hips swayed. She looks especially good today. Most people notice her looks first, but are put off by her directness and lack of social skills. I was… at first. The ones that get past that usually don't know how to deal with her brilliance. Since we had to work together, I had to figure that out too. But her intelligence challenges me to be better at my job, and her lack of social skills only make her human.
Brennan walked into the kitchen and grabbed some fresh beers. Booth's eyes followed her. She looks so good I could kiss her. Don't go there! She came to help you with this article, not to be romanced.
Booth tried to focus his attention on the article, but was distracted when she plopped down beside him. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't seem to focus on anything besides her.
Brennan waved a hand in front of his face. "Earth to Booth. Come in Booth. Is anyone there?"
He laughed. "Sorry. I'm a bit distracted tonight."
"I noticed," she said. "It's getting late. Maybe we should continue this another time?"
Booth nodded his agreement, and sighed inwardly. That will give me some time to get my thoughts under control.
She stood and headed toward the door. "See you tomorrow, Booth."
He closed the door behind her and rushed to the window. I just want to know she got out of here safely. But another part of his mind rejected this. Right. You just want to watch her for as long as you can. He watched as she exited his building, got into her car, and drove away.
As he prepared for bed, images of the two of them from the beginning of their partnership through to their most recent case swirled in his head. It was no surprise that he dreamed of her that night.