Title: THE KISS - SWEETS
Author: omelette73
Rating: M
Spoilers/Timeline: No spoiler/present
Disclaimer: Bones = not mine at all.
Summary: a series of one-shots about Booth & Bones & kissing...
Thanks to: Crisssbit, as always and Forensicmama, I couldn't write this without your precious support.
Author note: Sorry if I made mistakes, but you have to be gentle. English isn't my mother-tongue! Reviews are always welcome!
The kiss according to Bones:
The anatomical juxtaposition
of two orbicularis oris muscles
in a state of contraction.
Henry Gibbons
"The kiss that lovers exchange finds its origin in an ancient form of weaning, whereby, the mother, after having pre-chewed the food, passes it directly from her own mouth to the mouth of her joeys, who responds graciously, with tiny movement of his tongue.
Anthropological studies point out that the lovers who exchange a kiss rediscover doing so, the ancient solace of feeding mouth-to-mouth..."
Only when Brennan heard Sweets', voice she became aware that she was reading out loud, provoking the curiosity of the therapist who had just entered the room.
"What are you reading, Dr. Brennan?" She was caught totally off guard. She jumped from her chair and abruptly closed the book she was reading, but she hadn't enough time to hide the book from the young man who read the title out loud as he approached her desk.
"The Anthropology of the Kiss. Interesting. Why are you reading this book?"
"Well... I... I'm doing a research. Yes," she said, satisfied. "Research for my new novel."
"I didn't know you were writing a new one," Sweets said doubtfully. "You know, Dr. Brennan, as a trained psychologist, I'm able to recognize some non-verbal communication minutia. Lies are the easiest to recognize, unless you have to deal with a person especially trained to mask them. And you are not, Dr. Brennan. Do you remember our last lesson? Shifty eyes, increased blinking, hesitation in the voice... all those signs are quite evident."
"Perhaps I just don't want to share my thoughts. There is also that possibility," she pointed out.
Sweets was dumbfounded for a few seconds. "This is true," he admitted. "There's also that possibility, but..."
"What's up, Bones?" Booth's voice broke off the young therapist.
"Nothing worth talking about," Brennan said.
"You seem agitated," said Booth doubtfully.
"See?" Sweets added waving. Perhaps now she would believe him.
"What are you reading?" asked the agent, staring cautiously the book she was gripping in her hands.
"The Anthropology of the Kiss," answered the anthropologist and the psychologist simultaneously.
At that exact point the attitude of the agent changed abruptly.
"And why are you here, Sweets?"
The young man asked himself why he was the one being questioned now, while he was watching the slightly worried smile on the Dr. Brennan face.
"I was here to bring my conclusion about the profile of the man you were looking for."
"Good, you can leave the file and go," the tone was definitely threatening at that point.
"But..." without saying anything more the agent stretched out his hand to receive the file.
Sweets' shoulders lowered, he gave him a puppy look, and with a dejected glance he gave the document to the agent towering over him.
"Well done, Sweets. Thank you for coming. Now you can go."
"But..." one look was enough to realize he wouldn't get anything more.
He went away with a sad look on his face but, hearing an indignant exclamation from Dr. Brennan, he went back to observe from across the windowpane what they were doing.
The book was now in agent Booth's possession, and he was turning over the pages.
Something Dr. Brennan said drew his attention because, with a sigh, he gave her the book back and kept looking at her reproachfully for something unknown. Although he didn't say anything, his finger that was pointed at her was quite a clear indication of his mood.
Then the doctor opened the book and approached the agent who had his hands on his hips and was looking intensely at her.
While Dr. Brennan was reading, he came near to her. Now their bodies were touching lightly, the tension between the two of them was tangible.
The agent said something and Sweets, astonished, saw something he never seen himself: Dr. Brennan was giggling.
The serious, self-possessed Dr. Brennan was giggling as a child.
Their body language was quite evident. He was rubbing a hand on his neck, showing his biceps and he was standing in a dominantly, his feet were slightly parted and well-steadied on the ground.
She was holding his gaze more than necessary and then she let it fall down again on the book, pretending not to care. Her body was oriented towards Agent Booth. Then she tucked her hair behind her ear while he was studying attentively every single movement she made. She slightly slid her tongue over her lips, leaning toward him and slightly closed her eyes.
"Oh, my gosh!"
"Close your mouth, Sweets," Angela's voice caught him totally off guard and he jumped, then staring at her with dilated pupils, he pointed toward the office, where the two of them – totally oblivious – were talking nonstop.
"They... they have..."
"Just a kiss. No Rock' n' Roll, for now," Angela said, holding her file close to her chest and looking at the young psychologist. "Judging from the temperature in this room I think we don't have to wait too long," she said with a seraphic expression, clapping a hand on his shoulder and going away.
Then, simply, it happened.
They did it.
In plain sight.
In her office.
Behind a windowpane.
In front of the world.
They kissed each other.
Because it wasn't he who took the initiative.
Neither did she.
It was the meeting of their will.
The impossibility to hide their passion.
The desire to do so.
The implacable call of two magnetic poles.
They attracted each other.
They met.
Halfway, just like everything they did.
Together.
Sweets told himself that is wasn't possible for time to slow down, yet...
In slow motion he saw his hand caress her face.
In slow motion he saw the book fall down.
In slow motion he observed their lips touching slightly, once, twice, an endless number of time...
In slow motion she put her hands on his chest.
In slow motion his hand gripped her waist.
In slow motion they smiled at each other, their eager lips departing for a brief moment.
In slow motion her hand caressed the back of his head.
In slow motion their breaths melted again, unaware of the place they were.
"Anthropology shows different kinds of kiss: the kiss as a greeting, the kiss as sign of affection, the kiss as sign of brotherhood, and the kiss as sexual act…," but science doesn't mention that kind of kiss, the kind in which time stills, to give room for the desire of two lovers.
His mind began to run again normally when he was seized with the memory of an entire study he had done when he was younger, recalling Plato's ancient epigram that sounds more or less like this:
"When I kissed Agatone I had my soul upon my lips..."
Science, he thought, never mentions the soul.
The kiss according to Booth:
That's what's wrong with you.
You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how…
Rhett Butler, Gone with the wind.