Listen to: "Crash Into Me" By Dave Mathews Band

Hike Up Your Skirt A Little More,
Show Your World To Me.

Brennan had spent the better part of the day running around town with Angela, arguing about what she should wear, what color her nails should be, how she should do her hair. Really, to her, it all seemed rather pointless.

"Ange, Booth has seen me wrist full of decomposing bodies, I'm quite certain he isnt going to notice or care what color my nails are, or if I am wearing a new dress." She argued, although it was a little difficult while feeling so relaxed during her mannicure.

"Uh.. I think you mean 'wrist deep' and of course he will notice. Just because he still thinks your gorgeous covered in.. you know, dead people, doesnt mean you still cant knock him dead tonight." Angela gave her friend a huge smile, she was pretty sure she was more excited about tonight.

Brennan frowned slightly, but it soon softened and she gave her a small smile, "You are speaking metaphorically, saying Booth will approve of my looks."

Angela sighed, "Yes sweetie, you are not really going to knock him dead." She smiled again thinking to herself, actually.. you never know.

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After lunch Angela dropped Brennan back at home, and after picking out her jewlery, shoes and telling her how to wear her makeup for the evening, she gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and left. "Have fun sweetie, burn every second into your memory because I will definately be needing all the details later!"

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Brennan changed quickly, she had lost track of time working on a chapter in her book, and Booth was going to be arriving any minute. She slipped on her heels, and heard the doorbell ring just as she finished putting on her lipstick.

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Booth was nervous. He laughed silently to himself about this fact on the drive over. All he had wanted for 6 years was a date with this woman. And now, here he had the opportunity, and he was totally lost. What are we going to talk about. Work? What if she doesnt like 'date Booth,' what if this ruins everything? He told himself to shut up and get over it, she was right before. We have pretty much been dating for six years. Nothing was going to be different, except now he was able to kiss her.. and touch her, and tell her he loved her.. okay. Okay. So things were going to be a little bit different.

He straightened his tie while walking down the hallways to her apartment. He had picked up a bouquet of daffodils on the way, and now he felt a little foolish with them. With a heavy sigh, and a racing heart, he rang the doorbell.

She opened the door, he knew he should say something, say anything like, Hi, good evening, nice to see you again... But he couldn't, Booth was completely frozen. He stared at her, her hair was pulled back effortlessly in a low bun, her face beautifully bare of makeup aside from mascara and a light color on her lips, and as his eyes dragged downwards, his mind clouded even more. She looked beautiful in a purple dress with a plunging neckline and capped sleeves. It touched all her curves perfectly and fell a couple inches above her knees. His eyes continued downwards over her toned legs to the dark grey pumps at her feet. He fought every animalistic instinct he had to not make love to her right there in the doorway, and opened his mouth,

"Wow." Wow? Wow? You say wow. That is your word of choice. Wow. He cleared his throat, "I mean, wow. UH- Hi. Hi."

He thrust the daffodils towards her, and she smiled sweetly while she smelled them.

"Hi," She opened the door further, stepping aside, "Come in, Booth." He did as he was told, still staring at her. Oh yes, tonight was going to be different for sure.

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