July
Young teacher, the subject
Of schoolgirl fantasy
She wants him so badly
Knows what she wants to be
Inside her there's longing
This girl's an open page
-The Police, Don't Stand So Close To Me
After a while, everyone looks pretty much the same. The desert sun can turn even the palest, softest skin brown and dry within a few weeks, and there's no way to keep it from going that way.
Booth winced as the sand stung his cracked lips, and ran a hand through his short hair in a futile attempt to dislodge the sand that had layered upon his skin.
"Hey, Sarge."
He glanced up at the blonde as she settled against the tent with him. He knew that if he had met her six years ago, they'd have already been together for a while. She was his type - blonde hair, blue eyes, skinny and pretty smart - but he shied away from her constant flirting. As much as he tried to make himself like her, he couldn't.
"Hey, Hannah. Is something going on in there?" He smirked a little at the raucous noise of the boys behind the canvas wall.
She smiled sweetly, and shook her head. "No, just the game. You know what it's like. But that's not what I came out here for; your son's on the phone." Hannah watched as Booth's eyes lit up at the prospect of talking to his son again, and her eyes followed him as he all but ran towards the media center.
He was everything she wanted in a man- strong, caring, loved kids, hot body, and beautiful eyes. Hannah hoped that he saw her in his future, 'cause she certainly saw him in hers.