Up a Creek without a Pillow
Summary: When Booth and Brennan spend a night in a rustic cabin, the two find themselves in an awkward situation.
Spoilers: I don't quite know where this takes place, so proceed with caution.
Disclaimer: Bla bla bla don't own Bones bla bla bla
I'm back! The title of this story is from the "Little Prince "by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. Great little book.
I know the whole "share a bed" thing has been done a million times, but this one just kinda came to me. Lots of fluffy dialogue. Enjoy!
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"Bones, are you dressed for bed yet?"
"Just another minute," came the reply through the bathroom door.
It was bad enough that the FBI had insisted that they go in the first place, but to make them share a bed…again…was a new low. The cabin, conveniently located in the middle of nowhere, was where they thought that victims Roslyn Pugh and Don Malone disappeared from. Instead of taking evidence like good little FBI teams, someone suggested that they spend the night to "get the feel of the place."
Booth didn't know who had suggested that but FBI rank and standing didn't matter, he wanted to beat the man to a pulp. Not only was he in a crappy cabin without electricity, but he had to resist the charms of a gorgeous Temperance Brennan for the entire evening. He wasn't sure whether she tried to entice him on purpose with the subtle swing of her hips as she walked, or how damn sexy she looked in a blue lab coat. But accidental or not, it didn't make her moves any less hard to resist
"Come on, I have to get dressed too, and I have to use the bathroom. It's freezing out here and I want to get into bed," he whined.
Hopefully she missed the double entendre…
"Hold your stallions."
"It's 'hold your horses,' but nice try."
"Better?" Brennan emerged from the bathroom, holding her hands up in defeat and doing a quick twirl.
Whoa. Booth had to consciously keep his jaw from slacking at the sight of the anthropologist in short shorts and a tank top.
"Aren't you going to be cold?" he forced out.
"I sleep with a heated blanket Booth, I don't need to dress in layers just to sleep," she walked over to her open laptop, typing out some squinty text.
Now the image of Brennan snuggling into a nice warn bed wearing barely anything was firmly ingrained in to his mind. Great.
"I see no cushy heated thingy on that bed," he pointed as he closed the door to the bathroom.
Deep cleansing breaths, deep cleansing breaths.
The tile on the floor was cold and unpleasant; at least the bedroom had a carpet. He slipped off his jeans in favor of flannel pajamas, and a white undershirt.
This was going to be an awkward evening indeed. Bones, not a lot of clothing, bed; it didn't take an intuitive leap to see where Booth's mind was beginning to wander. He imagined her slipping into bed under the think covers…wait. He didn't have to imagine.
Now dressed for bed, Booth left the bathroom like a cautious kid trying not to wake his parents up. Bones was still using that damn laptop of hers. A gas-powered heating lamp above her cast a shadow on her beautiful features.
She uttered a very un-Brennan like curse under her breath, closing the laptop with am audible slam.
"What's up?" Booth slipped under the covers.
"My laptop ran out of batteries."
"And…wow, this is a great bed!"
She sighed, if he wasn't snuggling into the down pillow, he could picture the displeasured and condescending expression on her face complete with tight frown and steeled eyes.
"My publisher…insists that I meet the original deadlines even with our busy case schedule."
"Look Bones, just relax, we can charge your laptop in my car tomorrow as we drive back to D.C. See, no problem. We're sharing a bed, we're both adults like you said, and we will be fine. Just get in to bed and go to sleep."
She walked to the foot of the bed, studying him intensely. He gulped under her feverent glare.
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"You are on my side."
"Of the bed?'
"Yes."
"Your side?"
"Yes," Brennan said matter of factly. "I always sleep on the right side."
"But I always sleep on the right side?"
"Fine, I'll sleep on the chair," she walked back to the corner.
"No!" he said a bit too loudly. "Why can't you just sleep on the other side?"
"I can only sleep on the right."
"Fine Bones!" he slid over to the other side of the bed. "Happy now?"
"Quite," she slipped under the hand-knit quilt.
Okay, in bed with Bones. Deep breath now…in…and out. Other…bed related things involved in and out too.
He groaned at his own minds inability to control its…more inappropriate thoughts.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing Bones…nothing at all."
"Well you groaned, so I would assume that you are either irritated or sexually-"
"Stop. Just stop."
"I'm sorry that you continue to feel uncomfortable discussing coitus which is further amplified by us being bed together."
"Whoa!" Booth cried. "If you say coitus one more time…I'll…"
"Hit me with a pillow?" Brennan chuckled, obviously unfazed.
How many of his dreams had begun with nice bed, a deserted house in the middle of nowhere, and the usual combative Dr. Temperance Brennan. Her mouth could maneuver to create such complex words.
The oil lamp she left on in the corner began to dim, throwing the bedroom into complete darkness. Just the illuminated outlines from the sun's light reflected off the moon remained.
With deft movements, Brennan tossed the fluffy down pillow off the bed and to the floor.
"What was that for?"
"I don't like to sleep with a pillow," she complained.
"Isn't that bad for your back?"
"Yes, but that doesn't mean I can't like it."
"Isn't that 'irrational' as you would say?" he bit back playfully.
"Well pie isn't exactly 'good' for your health, but you still eat it."
"Fine, you win," he said. "Sleep pillowless if you want."
The chill of the evening crept through the poorly insulated cabin walls and floors. It slithered along the floor, looking for its next pair of victims. The cold's only goal is to rob warmth; it eyed the couple in bed.
"Booth?"
"Yes?"
"I'm cold."
"Seriously Bones? Didn't I tell you that you were going to be cold?"
"Well I didn't believe you, and women feel the cold more than men."
"That's total crap."
He felt the mattress creak under him as Brennan struggled to find a warm spot. "No it isn't, women have a more evenly distributed fat layer and can pull all their blood back to their core organs. However, this means that less blood flows to their hands and feet, and as a result we feel cold-"
"Bones…"
"Studies have shown that women during their menstrual cycle perceive heat differently and considering that the pill raises core body temperature and I am on the pill-"
"Please…I just want to sleep."
He heard her sigh in the dark, "I'm just trying to maintain homeostasis, now move closer."
"No way!" he laughed.
Did she even know what she was suggesting? Homeostasis was one lame excuse in his opinion to get close to him. The real question was if she really just wanted to keep warm, or if she was just feeling snuggly.
Too late, she had already curled up to his form…and oh God it was even better than he had ever imagined. It was like a cloud, or a slice of heaven…heck, it was impossible to compare the love he felt to be near her.
"Mmmm, you're warm," he felt the vibrations of her words creep up his chest.
Don't…read into this. This is Bones; she is probably just trying to maintain homeo-whatever…
He felt her breathing slow, she must be asleep now.
Now came the hard part; falling asleep himself. With Bones pulled tightly across his chest, he had no wiggle room.
When he was a child, her parents would tell him to close his eyes and walk through his favorite place. He would mentally walk through the Pittsburgh Penguin's Stadium up to the first deck, third base line where he always sat. It always sent him straight to sleep.
But nowadays, Booth had other thoughts dancing around before his mind's eye as he tried to sleep. Things like Temperance Brennan in a lab coat, Temperance Brennan in a business suit, Temperance Brennan in a bikini, and many many more Temperance Brennans.
Just relax…count sheep or something.
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Crap, awake.
Without any electricity and no clock, Booth had no idea what time it was. What he did know, was that Bones was still snuggled up against him. Who knew she was a snuggler?
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Crap, awake again.
She was burrowing closer in to him; he didn't even know she could get any closer. She was rubbing him in an…interesting way. Interesting, meaning potentially embarrassing way.
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The first rays of morning cut through the cabin's non-symmetrical and hand-made mirrors.
"Mmm," Brennan moaned as the light cut through her eyelids. She seemed to realize her place at once, blinking and looking around. "Sorry, I tend to burrow into heat sources when cold."
"No no, it's okay Bones." Yeah, really okay, more like really really nice.
"We need to get up."
"No reason we can't take our time," Booth stretched, untangling his arms from her. He laced his hands behind his head.
"We need to get back to the Jeffersonian. Do you know who wanted us to spend the night out here?" she asked suddenly.
"No, but I think I have an idea."
"Who?"
"Not telling," he smiled.
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Just a bit of fluffy nonsense for you to enjoy. Let me know if you liked it or not in the form of reviews.
