A/N: I still don't own anything. Well maybe the writing but the characters etc. Nope not a one. Since I'm writing this as Executive Producer/Director I'll throw in an occasional song or two as the soundtrack to the story. Thanks for the reviews and now on to the story.
Dr. Temperance Brennan was re-reading her latest chapter in her apartment when she was interrupted by a knock on the door. She glanced at the clock and realized that only one person would show up at her apartment unannounced after 9:00 at night.
She decided to play coy and with a twinkle in her eye and a smirk on her face she asked, "Who is it?"
Now Special Agent Seeley Booth noticed that the light emanating from her peephole had just been blocked which he knew was because she was looking at him. He forced his smile from his lips and declared in a serious tone, "FBI. Is anyone home?"
He heard a snort from the other side of the door as it slowly opened.
"Booth," she said after calming herself from the laugh that had just escaped her mouth. "What can I do for you?"
"Bones," he said quizzically, "did you just make a snort type noise?"
"Define snort."
"Never mind," he said as he held up the bag filled with takeout. "I know you're hungry as you probably skipped dinner so I brought over some Thai."
"Come on in and make yourself comfortable. Would like a beer?"
"Sure," he said as he watched her walk into the kitchen. He swore her hips were moving with a little more swagger to them than usual and exhaled sharply trying to recompose himself.
She returned with their beers and glanced at the numerous takeout containers spread out on her coffee table.
"I'm not sure you brought enough food."
He looked up at her studying her face before he realized she was trying to be sarcastic. He let out a small chuckle.
"Whatever we don't eat, you can save for leftovers."
They started eating and laughed at a couple of humorous anecdotes they shared. She giggled like a little girl when he dropped some shrimp covered in cashew sauce onto his tie leaving an ominous stain.
"Why are you laughing?" he asked. "It's not funny. I'm not sure I'll be able to get it out."
"I'm only laughing because you got Thai food on your tie so now you have tie food instead of Thai food."
"I think you're cut off," he said motioning to her beer bottle. "How many have you had?"
"This is only my third one, Booth. Do you think I'm laughing because I'm inebriated? Because I'm actually pretty sober."
"Bones," he said cautiously, "why did you say yet?"
"I'm not ready to talk about that," she said firmly. "I'm still sorting through the data."
"Data?"
"Yes Booth, data as in facts, evidence."
"Am I part of the sorting process?"
She could feel the heat from cheeks blushing and she knew that she didn't need to answer as the answer was plain to see.
"So have you gathered enough evidence?"
She paused for a moment and nibbled on her lower lip while analyzing the question. She glanced over at him ready to answer when she noticed he was staring at her lips.
A playful smirk crept onto face. "I'm not sure but more evidence is always better."
"Is there any way I can help?" he said as he slowly started moving closer to her. "I mean I'm an FBI agent and I could probably get a warrant."
She chuckled softly as she stared into his chocolate eyes.
He continued to move slowly closer as he stared into her eyes. In this light he couldn't quite discern what color they were as they seemed to be a combination of blue, green, and gray but he didn't care because to him they were beautifully captivatingly complex, the epitome of Temperance Brennan.
She noticed that her chest had become tight and she was breathing very shallowly. Her throat was dry and she quickly and as discretely as possible moistened her lips with her tongue and then swallowed hard.
His heart was racing and he swore it would burst from his chest. He used to love this feeling back when he was a gambling man but he was anxious this time because what was at stake was worth far more than money.
After years of slowly inching towards each other they had gotten so close they could feel the other's breath on their faces. Finally their lips meet in a slow and gently loving manner.
She
floats like a swan
Grace on the water
Lips like sugar
Lips
like sugar
Just when you think you've caught her
She glides
across the water
She calls for you tonight
To share this
moonlight
Their kiss deepens and becomes more passionate. Their lips part and their tongues tenderly find each other in such a way that would still be acceptable at a church wedding.
You'll
flow down her river
She'll ask you and you'll give her
Lips
like sugar
Sugar kisses
Lips like sugar
Sugar kisses
His hand has moved up to cup her cheek as gently as possible and his other hand has found a home nestled on the back of her neck entwined in her auburn locks.
She
knows what she knows
I know what she's thinking
Sugar
kisses
Sugar kisses
Just when you think she's yours
She's
flown to other shores
To laugh at how you break
And melt into
this lake
Her hand has started to run through his hair while her other hand holds onto to his arm that is cupping her cheek. She squeezes his bicep and he instinctively flexes it to show off a little.
Shell
be my mirror
Reflect what I am
A loser and a winner
The king
of Siam
And my Siamese twin
Alone on the river
Mirror
kisses
Mirror kisses
They both smile while coming up to breathe, momentarily touching foreheads and then start kissing again.
Lips
like sugar
Sugar kisses
Lips like sugar
Sugar kisses
Booth reluctantly pulls away when he hears his cell phone ringing. "Booth," he answers as he motions to his partner with his hand to stop. "Yes sir," he said reluctantly. "I'll be right there. I'm sorry Bones but I've got to go."
He leans in to kiss her again only meaning it to be a quick kiss and not the five minute one it would end up being.
Lips
like sugar
Sugar kisses
Lips like sugar
Sugar kisses
They pause momentarily to they start walking to the door continuing to kiss while maneuvering around the furniture.
Lips
like sugar
Sugar kisses
Lips like sugar
Sugar kisses
"What about your tie?" she asked regarding his disheveled appearance.
"Don't worry about it," he said with a smile. "I hope this gives you your needed evidence."
"I think I need a little more," she said as she grabbed his lapels and kissed him again.
Lips
like sugar
Sugar kisses
Lips like sugar
Sugar kisses
"Ok," he said, "I've really got to go."
She closed the door behind him and just leaned against it with a wide smile. Suddenly her smile was replaced by a puzzled look.
'So, I wonder where that line went.'
Her smile returned quickly as she went to clean up dishes.
A/N: I hope everyone liked it. And I don't own Echo and the Bunnymen Lips like Sugar either but I felt it was appropriate. Also in there was a quick reference to The Wedding Singer and the church tongue conversation. Please review.