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Booth was sitting in his office, thanking God that he had worn black pants so that the coffee stain didn't show. What the hell is up with Bones? He asked as he reread the same line in the file for the seventh time. I mean I get that the first time in her bathroom was an accident…she didn't really realize what she was doing. Even if it felt amazing and I didn't want her to stop. Booth sat back in his chair, his mind wandering to that afternoon a few days ago, alternate endings playing in his head.
Bones was standing in front of him running her hands up and down his chest; he could feel her breath on his chest as she whispered the names of the muscles as her fingers skimmed delicately over them. And he found it difficult to breathe. Her hands were moving slowly, seemingly appreciatively over his muscles and he found himself glad that he kept himself in such good shape. She finally looked up into his eyes, her blue eyes dark, full of desire and passion and he felt the last shreds of self control leaving him as he pulled her closer and kissed her. The towel fell from around his waist as he lifted her shirt up and over her head exposing her to him. He had to check himself before he drooled at the site of her naked chest, rising and falling deeply as she struggled for breath -
"Agent Booth I have the phone records you asked for" Charlie said coming into the office.
"Oh, right, thanks Charlie" Booth said moving closer to his desk and trying to focus on the case.
"Are you alright? You seem a bit distracted"
"Ya I'm fine…just trying to figure something out" Booth replied plastering a smile to his face.
"Ok" Charlie conceded before leaving.
Bones is not a touchy-feely person, even with me; I am usually the one to initiate the contact. Booth sighed. After attempting to work on the case a bit more, and miraculously succeeding in getting somewhere he decided he needed to talk to Brennan and compare notes.
"Talk to Bones" He whispered out loud. OH! The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. She had not been asking him to talk about what had happened in her bathroom for days, instead she had been trying to provoke him into talking about it through touching him. And I know exactly who gave her that idea. The image of Angela's wide knowing grin came to mind as he shook his head.
"Well two can play at this game" He said aloud unknowingly. Charlie, who had just walked back into Booth's office looked at him in confusion.
"What?" He asked. Booth shook his head.
"Sorry, I was thinking about something else. Is there something you need?"
"Oh, ya I wanted to give you this. I forgot earlier, your ex said something about t-ball." Charlie asked a little perturbed about Booth's odd behavior.
"Are you sure you're ok?" He asked concerned.
"Ya Charlie I am fine. Better than I was last time you asked actually. Thanks for this. I'll see you later" With that Booth left his office and hurried to his car, already knowing what he was going to do upon getting to the Jeffersonian.