When she awoke the next morning, Brennen realized she was trying way too hard to look good for him.
She found him in the kitchen with a box of doughnuts on the counter. He was leaning against it with a cup of coffee.
"All clear outside?" she asked him.
"A few birds and squirrels. Nothing potentially dangerous." Booth grinned at her. She hated that he made her breath catch.
"Glad to hear it" she said gaining composure.
"How's your shoulder?" His grin faded and his eyes grew dark.
"Fine" she answered.
He handed her a key and said "It's you your door. I had it replaced this morning. We found out last night that this guy has a good shot, so for today, I say we stay inside. At least until I can get more protection."
"Wait a minute, I just can't stay inside. I have my job, groceries, and dry cleaning…" Brennen fought.
Booth took a couple towards her, close enough so that he had to look down to meet her eyes. He reached out and cupped her face. "Your bruise is getting better" he said and this thumb brushed her cheek bone.
"Fine" he said when she still glared at him. "We can go do your shopping. But you are not getting out of my sight."
They spent the next few hours trying to ignore what happened back at the house.
By the time they got back, Brennen was exhausted and went to bed. Booth went back to his spot on the couch.
She was sleeping for a little bit when a noise startled her awake. She looked towards the corner of the room.
Someone was watching her.
"Bones" Booth's voice was so quiet; she thought he didn't say a thing.
"Booth" She wanted to pummel him, what is he doing in here?
"Shhh" He was now beside the bed. She could see his shadow. "Get up" His tone was urgent. Before she could answer, his arm was around her, picking her up.
"What?" She was now whispering. She stumbled against him. His chest was the only thing holding her up.
"Someone's coming up the fire escape. I want you to get in the bathroom. Lock the door." He was already hustling her out of the room. There was enough light in the hallway to see that one of this hands was around her waist, the other on a gun. They got to the bathroom and he pushed her inside.
"Lock it. And stay put. I'll be right back" he said in a low voice as he shut the door behind him.
She did and time seemed to tick by. Why did I let him go out there? She thought. He could get himself killed.
That thought chilled her to her bones.
A brisk tap. "Bones?"
Exhaling, Brennen opened the door. Her knees gave out and she practically fell against him.
"Hey" he said surprised. He caught her by her elbows. "It's over. It's ok"
"Did you get him?" she asked.
"No" Booth must have known she was scared because he wrapped his arms around her. She dropped her head forward, against his chest. She should not be encouraging him like this. She should not be feeling this way towards him.
"He was about a third of making his way up your stairs when something must have spooked him" He explained not wanting to let her go.
"I'm glad you were here" she admitted.
"Yeah, me to" His tone told her that he had no idea how much she really meant it.
The air between them suddenly charged. His eyes slid to her mouth. Then his gaze went lower and he formed a frown. "What the hell?"
Confused, Brennen looked down to see the can of hairspray in her hands.
"Oh, uh--its hair spray" she said feeling foolish.
"I can see that" His lips twitched, and then he grinned. "Planning to style your hair?"
"I was in a bathroom; it was the only thing I thought I could use as a weapon" she said with dignity.
He laughed out loud. "Pencils, hairspray. No wonder I don't let you have a gun."
Outraged, she pushed him away. Or at least tried to. He wouldn't let her go.
"You don't want to let go" he said.
Then he kissed her.
She was so surprised, she did nothing to move.
He slanted his lips and licked into her mouth with a hungry urgency that sent fire down to her toes.
It's been to long since I've been kissed like this, she thought. Her fingers went straight into his hair, cupping the nape of his neck. She kissed his back with the same fire that she felt in her body.
He broke off the kiss, lifted his head and sucked in air.
"Booth" she whispered, going up on her tiptoes to reach his mouth again.
"Christ" he said and bent his head, kissing her harder. His mouth found the sensitive spot beneath her earn and then down her neck. He then went back to her mouth when she moaned. His hands moved up and down her body and she was doing the same.
A telephone rings in the background interpreting them. They parted slowly.
"I should get that" Brennen said out of breath.
"Don't turn on the light, if he's still here, it might scare him off" Booth explained as they both left the bathroom.
The whole time she was on the phone talking to Angela, she couldn't help but think about that kiss. It was a hot kiss. They both had that thought in their minds. When she hung up, she went back to the living room where Booth was standing with a pop in his hand.
She realized right there and then that wanting him was stupid.
"I'd say that's all the excitement for tonight" he said, not looking at her. "He won't be back tonight, you should go to bed"
Okay she thought, I guess they weren't going to talk about what happened.
"The kiss was a mistake, okay?" she said.
He turned to look at her. "Now that should have been my line. I shouldn't have kissed you. I'm sorry."
"Stuff happens" she shrugged and sat down on the couch. Well she thought, if he didn't think it was no big deal, then why should she.
"Can we turn on the t.v. or is that violation of the blackout?" she asked.
"Go ahead" he nodded and sat down in a chair. "So what are we watching?" he asked after a moment.
"I don't know many t.v. shows, you pick" she said as she handed him the remote.
He settled on a Seinfeld rerun.
She fell asleep with the kiss lingering in her mind and Booth could not take his eyes off her.
