Well, school's started once again, which probably's going to mean slower updates until I get adjusted into sophomore life. I promise I'll get these up ASAP though. I swear I'll try.
Chapter Six:
11:25 p.m.
Brennan landed face first on the couch after her little dance. Booth, who was still seated at the end of the couch. Booth, who sat at the opposite end, had his partner's socked feet in his lap.
"White, Bones? Come on. Haven't I had any influence on you at all?" Booth asked incredulously.
Brennan mumbled something incoherently into the couch and let her hair out of the ponytail it had been in all night. The relief of pressure on her head helped a little with the fatigue now brought on by her dancing and singing fit.
"What was that?" he asked with a smile that had him deserving his 'cocky' belt buckle.
"I said, 'truth or dare?'" Brennan restated.
"Oh…,truth after that. Definitely." he said. Booth ran his finger ever so gently along the bottom of his partner's right foot.
She bolted up along with the feeling and withdrew her feet from Booth's touch.
He was shocked and amused at the new discovery. "Bones, are you ticklish?"
"No." Brennan responded too quickly to sound believable.
Booth began to advance on her like an animal stalking it's prey. "Booth, you so much as even try to think about it…" she protested and moved back.
He didn't care, it'd be worth it to see her ticklish. He tackled her down to the couch as his fingers moved nimbly at her sides. Brennan burst out into fits of giggles brought on both by Booth's fingers and the alcohol that nestled itself into her bloodstream.
* * *
"Alright, this is starting to get really weird." Cam said with a half yawn.
"Booth's exploiting a weakness that Dr. Brennan suffers by being sensitive of her sides." Sweets clarified the art of tickling to them.
"We kinda already understood that Sweets." Angela said from her comfortable resting place against Hodgins snoring chest.
* * *
Brennan ended up exacting her revenge upon her partner by bucking him off of the couch while she tried to regain some composure.
"Are you gonna give me my truth anytime soon?" Booth asked from the floor where he stretched out semi-awkwardly.
She hummed for a second in thought, "Booth, exactly, what is love?"
* * *
"Holy shiitake mushrooms!" Angela said.
"Ain't that the truth." Cam sat up straighter now, totally invested in staying awake to see this.
"Finally!" Sweets chanted as he took a handful of popcorn that was on the table. "That's the kind of question I've been waiting for."
"Why? It's not like he'll admit anything." Angela needed to believe that to become a hundred bucks richer.
"Well, the way Booth answers Dr. Brennan's question could reveal something about Booth's personal view on the subject. It might not give away enough to reveal anything about your bet." Sweets clarified his thoughts.
The artist and the pathologist gave each other sneer glance, then went back to the show.
* * *
Booth was in an utter state of shock at the question posed to him by his partner. Part of him didn't want to answer the question for fear of revealing too much. The other part wanted to help her understand the more confusing ways of the heart she rarely used.
"I think there's only one way that'll make sense." Booth got up and went back over to the mp3 players, picked his up and plugged it into the speakers. The first few notes of the song started.
The whispers in the morning
Of lovers sleeping tight
Are rolling like thunder now
As I look in your eyes
"Booth, how is this an answer to you're question?" Brennan started to ask.
"Sh…don't think, just listen." he replied as he stared her right in the eye.
Cause I'm you're lady
And you are my man
Whenever you reach for me
I'm gonna do all that I can
Brennan looked up and saw that Booth had nodded off in on her arm chairs. She didn't try to wake him, but rather draped the blanket on the back of the couch over him. Catching a few of the lyrics as she did so, they made some sense.
Lost is how I'm feeling in your arms
When the world outside's too much to take
That all ends when I'm with you
* * *
"See that?" Sweets asked the women behind him and pointing at the screen.
"What? What are we looking at?" Cam's eyes followed his finger.
"Booth responded to Brennan's response with possibly the greatest love song ever written so he doesn't divulge anything about his own feelings while at the same time giving her some way of understanding him. It's an extremely smart way to separate the personal from the objective." Sweets gave his long-winded speech that he wasn't sure if they were listening to.
"Well, it looks like we have some rest time." Angela reclined with her fingers tucked behind her head.
Cam sighed. This was better than the daytime soap operas she recorded then watched late at night. 'Like sands through an hourglass' she thought as she leaned back and relaxed a little.
I chose this song just cause I think it's beautiful and I think Brennan really could've learned something from it. Can't beat the classics, right? Please review. The more I get, the fatter my inbox is, the happier I'll be to write the next one.