Disclaimer: Don't own Bones
For some reason I can't stop thinking of first kiss scenarios! I'm sorry if you are waiting for updates on Breaking or SS , but this is kinda of what's coming out when I sit down to write! I blame it on the last few episodes, they are just so close to that kiss, I can feel it! Here goes, fluffy sweet but hopefully not sickeningly so. Let me know what you think! I mean it, you'all! :)
The Perfect Combination Of Two Waiting Hearts
They had been sitting on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial for almost an hour before he got the nerve to give it to her. He didn't know why he was so afraid to hand it over; it was just a birthday present.
Right. Just a birthday present he had custom made just for her and which he was fairly certain shouted I love you. Right along with I need you, I'm always thinking about you, I'll do anything just to see you smile.
When he had gone to Angela and told her what he wanted so she could sketch it out for him, she had done it without saying a word, but the smug smile on her face told him just how transparent his feelings were.
Christ, he had to stop obsessing, this was Bones, he'd given her countless presents before and she never read anything into them. He was pretty sure this time wouldn't be any different, so he had to stop worrying about it.
It was late, they had a long day, he just had to give it to her.
"Hey," Booth said softly. "I have your birthday present."
"What?" Brennan frowned in confusion. "But you already gave me a present."
"Nah, Bones," he smiled, pulling the square box from his jacket. "That was a group thing." He cleared his throat a little as he handed it to her. "This is just … you know, from me to you."
"Booth," she protested, taking the box and running her fingers over the velvety material. "You didn't have to do this."
"I know I didn't, but I wanted to," he was getting more and more nervous. "Just open it, Bones."
Brennan looked at her partner and she could see he was slightly anxious. Opening the case slowly, the first thing she saw was the message engraved on the inside of the lid.
The perfect combination of science and instinct. Thank-you for being my partner.
And then her breath caught in her throat as she looked down at the delicate silver necklace resting inside. It was simple and beautiful but what made her nearly faint were the six small but exquisitely detailed charms lining the necklace.
An FBI badge, a skull, a set of tiny cuffs, a field kit, a gun, and a lab coat. The miniature badge said Booth and the lab coat read Brennan. The tiny charms were evenly spaced apart and she ran her fingers delicately over each one.
"I know it's not your usual style," he whispered, growing worried at her silence. "I just thought …"
"Booth," she interrupted softly, heart beating madly in her chest. "It's incredible … it's beautiful."
"You like it?"
"It's perfect," she answered, turning wide, sparkling eyes on him and that smile that never failed to make him weak in the knees.
You're perfect, he nearly sighed, smiling back at her.
"Will you …?" Brennan removed the necklace reverently and set the case down gently on the step next to her.
"Yeah," Booth exhaled, almost hypnotized as she gathered her hair up and turned so he could clasp the necklace.
"Booth, thank-you," she said, trying to control her body, the brush of his fingers almost making her tremble. "I love it."
"Angela helped me," he answered hoarsely, closing the small cuff-shaped clasp. "I almost drove her crazy." His throat was dry and his eyes felt heavy as he looked at the smooth line of her nape.
"I'm glad you like it," he whispered, his own voice sounding far-away to him.
Almost in slow motion, Booth's head lowered until his lips pressed faintly against the back of her neck, right over the clasp he'd just closed. And this time she couldn't control herself, the barely-there press of his lips setting her on fire.
Letting her hair drop down again, Brennan whirled around to face her partner. His eyes opened slightly as if with shock, but before he could say anything, she buried her face in his neck.
"What are you doing to me?" she mumbled before opening her lips on his neck and sucking so hard he knew it would leave a mark.
"Bones," he gasped, one hand automatically reaching up to cup the back of her head, the other pressing against her back.
Her lips blazed a trail up to the line of his jaw before settling on his lips. For about five seconds she kissed him sweetly, hands feathering the planes of his face softly, her tongue slipping inside his parted lips and tasting him delicately. But when he moaned deliriously into her mouth, she went crazy.
Pushing him back, Brennan straddled her partner and tore into him. Her knees were digging uncomfortably on the cement but she only cared about devouring his absolutely delicious mouth. Booth's back was pressing painfully into the steps, but nothing penetrated except the feel of her on top of him, eating him alive and reducing him to a trembling mass of desire.
His body arched into her, fingers digging helplessly into her softly-grinding hips. Oh, Jesus, he thought frantically, she was going to make him come on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial.
But suddenly she stilled, wrenching her lips away on a husky moan and looking down at him with blazing eyes.
"Tell me," she demanded, running her thumb tenderly across his kiss-swollen bottom lip.
For a second he blanked, but the rapid rise and fall of her chest drew his eyes to the necklace, the tiny symbols of who they were shining against her flawless skin. And he knew there was no hiding it anymore.
"I love you." His head fell heavily against one of the steps, eyes closing as the words escaped hoarsely from his lips.
Brennan waited, finally exhaling in relief when she realized, this time, there would be no qualifier. Her forehead rested against his as she traced the outline of his lips lovingly with her tongue.
"Hey," she whispered and he opened his brown eyes on her smiling blue ones. "I love you too, Booth."
