AN: Please tell me if there are any mistakes in this, I wrote it on my iPod and do NOT feel like looking through this AGAIN!
I love this one, and I know you guys will too, I would have uploaded this sooner but FF was being a bitch...as you know..
AND AS YOU READ BEFORE, UPDATING THE CHAPTERS OF GETTING IN TOUCH, IF YOU READ IT, OR YOU HAVEN'T OR DON'T CARE, I JUST THOUGHT I SHOULD TELL YA!
Sun falling between curtains awoke Temperance Brennan, the cool chill in the room running a shiver down her spine.
Her eyes open, and a smile grazes her face, as she pulled the covers away, and her feet met the carpeted floor.
She moved quietly, careful to not disturb her partner, as she stepped onto the balcony.
Clad in only shorts and a white tank top, warmth envelops her. The structures and colors of Vegas awing her, before her eyes closed and wind ran through her hair.
She hears the door open, and smiles again, her eyes opening and falling upon her partner's toned chest.
"Mornin' Tony," she said with the smallest of smiles, a sparkle in her cobolt eyes.
"Hey Roxie," he replied with a smirk, his heart racing as he took in her staggering beauty.
"How'd ya sleep," she inquired, her arms resting on heated metal as she leaned over the balcony.
"Like a baby. How about you?" he returned, stepping beside her and mimicking her stance.
"Pretty good," she finished, a knowing smile on her lips. "So, how long were YOU enjoying the view?"
He chuckled and shrugged his shoulder. "Which one?" he teased, laughing full heartidly as she playfully punched him in the arm.
"You know which one," she exclaimed, laughing as she straightened and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
"Ah babe, you're a gorgeous girl in an almost as gorgeous town," he stated proudly, smiling and running his thumb over her shoulder.
She smiled and leaned into his chest, her arms coming around him as she whispered "Aww, you're so sweet, but you're a sweet guy, who needs a shower," she trailed off, slapping his chest and dodging back into their hotel room.
He laughed, and chased her through the room, grabbing her around her waist and throwing her up, pressing her back against the wall near the bathroom, and bringing her legs around his hips.
They beamed at each other, before her hands claimed his cheeks and her lips pressed to his, their tonues fighting the other vigorously, but tenderly.
"Well then, maybe we should get cleaned up," he suggested, taking her soft laugh and twinkling eyes as a yes and slipping into the bathroom, sitting her on the counter as he slowly slipped her clothes from her.
But to them lines didn't exist.
And this was perfectly normal.
Because in Vegas, they were Tony and Roxie.
...Not Booth and Brennan.
