So here's the problem of having two stories on progress: having to alternate between the two. I wish I could have update before going on vacation but time didn't allow it so when I got back I immediately started working on this one.
And this chapter was a pickle for me to write; first there was going to be a Beauty and the Beast type of thing with a waltz; then I changed my mind and Booth was going to appear in a tuxedo at the door but like that was going nowhere I simplified everything to silliness.
Hope you like it.
"Guys, can I talk to you about something?" Brennan approached her three partially metallic children.
"What's wrong Sweetie?" Angela moved forward.
"It's Booth."
"What can possibly be wrong? He's been here every night of the week." Angela hit Hodgins on the head after this lovely remark.
"I think I like him."
"After those make out sessions I'd be surprised if you didn't." Cam received and angry stare from Angela.
"I think I like him too much; when he's not here I can't help but think of him and when he's here I feel like all I want to do is either stare at him or kiss him. It's almost like an obsession."
"Oh, Sweetie… you're in love; there's nothing wrong with that, it's just natural to feel like that for someone special every once in awhile and your someone is Booth."
"How do you know?"
"You want to be around him all the time and he's always on your mind. By the definition of love you programmed us to recognize you are in love with him."
"But here's the conundrum, does he love me?"
"Of course he does. He shows up every night and we can tell he wants to stay longer every time he leaves." Cam replied.
"That's what you define as love?"
"You programmed us to say yes; I guess it must fit the definition in some way. He cares enough to show up every night even though you're doing well."
A knock on the door interrupted the conversation.
"Bones? Open up it's me!" Booth had showed up three hours earlier.
She almost stepped on Hodgins and nearly broke the doorknob.
"I brought takeout for later, and a movie and it's a little too hot in here or is it just me?" he asked.
"This place is almost as a greenhouse during warm days; and even though it's November the temperature today was high thanks to global warming. It cools down in an hour or two but if you prefer there's a terrace upstairs."
"You have a terrace?"
"The access was closed down by mother before I moved but I found a way up there three years ago."
"Then how do you get there?"
"Follow me."
She led him to a small trap door hidden behind several clock mechanisms. She tied a rope around her waist and the other tip to a small titanium ring attached to the floor and told him to do the same; Brennan took his hand in hers and the two jumped at the same time keeping one hand on the ropes; the ropes tightened just when their tips could reach the floor, the ropes were removed and they followed their way through a claustrophobic hallway until they reached an equally claustrophobic staircase leading to a door that was oddly placed diagonally (so was the wall…).
Brennan pushed the door back and then lifted it parallel to the wall.
Seeley was dumb founded to see a stone fence between roofs and to notice the door was really a group of shingles.
"This placed is either really awesome of really creepy."
They stepped over the fence and moved to the opposite side where the sunset could be seen.
"This place is beautiful."
"I guess I can't really complain much about my living conditions."
"By the way why does she make you live here?" Booth asked her.
"For my protection mostly. She taught me that people down there are judgmental and that I'd never make it because of my appearance."
"What do you mean by that?"
"What do you think? My nose is too pointy, my hair color is weird and my eyes and skin are too clear. Hannah keeps me here to shield me from all that's horrid and gives me employment and lodgment; besides loneliness there aren't that many downsides."
"First of all you're beautiful; and I'm not going to lie to you, things down there are far from perfect but everywhere you go there's always something bad and that shouldn't limit you this way; you're telling me you never wondered what it would be like to be free? To go to college or have fun? To have a normal 9 to 5 job or live completely broke? To do what you want?"
"I have a degree in Forensic Anthropology that I got on-line; I've always wanted to put it to use but that would mean leaving the dome and mother shows up every day to collect her reports." she kept her eyes on her sneakers.
"What about baby steps? Let's sneak out." he suggested and grabbed her hand.
"We can't!" she yelped.
"That's why it's so much fun! Let's be bad for once." he dragged her to the door.
"Mother taught me that when you do something bad you're punished for it to be a better person; I think I learned my lesson on Halloween."
"Well by that logic you have to be bad to be good!" After processing this carefully Brennan let loose and allowed herself to have a little fun.
…
Booth hadn't planned anything; he didn't want to stick to the dinner and a movie cliché since it'd only be a fancier version of the past nights nor did he want to do something that would make him look too cheap.
And when she set foot on the grass Brennan made up the evening plans right there and then; she took of her shoes and ran on the garden.
"I'd forgotten what this felt like! The colors, the smell, the feel! I could do this all night!"
He had never seen someone so out of character; from what he had gathered Bones was a pretty put together person but to see her happy to the point of hysteria was inviting him to do the same.
"I haven't done this since I was a kid!" he took off his own shoes and after three steps found an apple on the floor.
"Hey Bones! Catch!" he threw the symbolic fruit only for her to miss the point and get hit on the thigh.
"What was that for?!"
"You were supposed to catch the apple! I throw at you and you throw it at me until we get tired of it." he explained.
"Oh I see; do we run and insult each other too?"
"I don't see why not." he caught the apple and threw it back at her.
"Hey Booth! You throw like a female child!"
"It's "you throw like a girl" Bones; and you kind of do…" he teased.
"That's not offensive to me since I am female!"
"Okay, did you bring sunscreen? You're so pale I think you might get sunburned!"
After and hour of skipping through the Jeffersonian garden, Booth was standing with his back turned to a small pond when Brennan aimed from him and he fell back on the water.
She apologized and tried to help him out only for him to pull her in.
They ended up making out but had to get out of the pond to avoid hypothermia deciding to go back to the dome.
…
"Do you want to change? There's no reason for you to be soaking wet." Booth asked.
"I guess I should…" she stared at him.
"Oh! It's okay I'll turn around and face the door."
He heard her discard her clothes followed by steps in his direction.
She kissed him passionately, her hands on the side of his face.
He opened his eyes to her standing between him and the door, in nothing but her under wear, making in start chanting saints in his mind to avoid a very awkward situation.
"I'm… I'm still a virgin." she said.
"You know I'd never make you do anything you don't want to do." he discarded the fact that she'd nearly read his mind.
"I'm ready." she bluntly said.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
She kissed him again as confirmation.
And with that he gently carried her to her bed.
Next up: Hellfire, and if you don't mind please review. I'll try to update as soon as possible :)