So Close
Story Title: So Close
Story Summary: You're in my arms, and all the world is calm, the music playing on for only two, so close together, and when I'm with you, so close to feeling alive. B/B, based off song of same title.
Genre: Friendship/Romance
Author's Starting Notes: Here Brennan tries to explain to Booth how things are different when they're together. Third person. And, I apologize for being gone for so long. I actually just found two chapters of this I never posted while going through my old "You've Got" files. Sorry. Read and review, as I will be posting again and they make me want to post more.
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Time Stamp: Posted July 23rd, 2009
IV: And When I'm With You
"And when I'm with you, things are different, Booth," she says, looking at him as they sit at their table. Angela had long since disappeared, and it is back to simply being Temperance and Seeley. Or, should it be Bones and Booth? She can never really tell when they are who.
"How are things different, Bones?" he asks in a voice that makes her feel like a child.
"I don't know," she responds bringing a chuckle from him, "I honestly don't," she defends.
"Then why bring it up?" he wonders.
"I was hoping that us talking could help me figure it out," she explains.
"So, us talking about how things are different around me is going to help you figure out, well, you?" he checks. She nods. He caves.
"You make me think of Jason," she begins. He holds up his hand to stop her instantly.
"Wait, the gay botanist?" he proclaims.
"He wasn't gay, Booth. We proved that when he started talking about how he could be stimulating in a sexual sense, remember?" she inquires. He nods, a tight smile on his face.
"I don't like being compared to him," he tells her.
"Well, you told me to speak. I'm expressing my thoughts. Around most males with your physical attributes, there's a sort of chemical reaction that happens. Yet, with you, it doesn't. Kind of like with Jason, you aren't physically what I'm looking for," she shares.
"Wow, Bones. I kind of feel insulted here," he admits.
"You shouldn't. It just means we have a professional relationship, which is also very different. You would think with the amount of time we spend together that there would be more than professional stuff there. Like, a strong sexual attraction for instance, like… hmm, who can I compare it to?" she asks herself.
"Kathy and Andy," he pipes in helpfully.
"Right, the characters from my book can't seem to keep their hands off each other, and their time line is very much like ours," she continues.
"Kathy and Andy are modeled off of us. So, I'm guessing somewhere inside of you--"
"They aren't us, Booth," she denies quickly.
"What do you mean they aren't us? It's obvious to everyone that I'm Andy."
"I've been telling you for years, now. You are not Andy."
"Tell me one thing about Andy that is different than me," he challenges.
"Andy is very, well, established," she stammers awkwardly.
"I'm an FBI Agent, former sniper, Army Ranger, and barista for Starbucks. What's more established than that?" he inquires. She clears her throat.
"I don't mean that type of established, Booth," she points out. He gets the idea and, too, clears his throat.
"H-how do you know I'm not?" he tries.
"There was that time when you were in the bathtub," she reminds him.
"Objects in water are larger than they appear," he informs.
"That's talking about mirrors; not water," she comments.
"Look, Bones, I'm a very established man. I mean, just look at my feet," he exclaims.
"I don't see what your feet have to do with the size of your penis, Booth."
He sighs, exasperatedly.
"You know what, let's change the subject," he says.
"But, I never finished what I was saying before," she protests.
"Then wrap it up, because I want to finish this discussion in time for the next dance," he ushers.
"I just wanted to say that it's different with you. With the others, there was physical attraction, and some even intriguing conversation. But, things always got in the way and caused problems. With you, that never happens. It's almost like everything else fades away," she concludes. He smiles at that, his smile only widening when she gets that puzzle solving face again.
"Like a little piece of heaven?" he proposes.
She takes in the thought. Heaven has been said to be a place unlike any other, where nothing can harm you, and where life is simple and easy; as if floating on a cloud. Despite the ties to religion, the idea is a good one, and one that fits her thought process.
"I suppose so. It's like a little piece of heaven," she concurs, when his smile broadens at the confirmation, she adds, "In a completely atheist sort of way."
He laughs at her and leans back in his chair in typical Booth fashion. She sees him relax, and figures that answer is good enough for the both of them.
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