So I wanted this chapter to be amazingly romantic, but I had a really bad day so my head is in angst land right now, not in romantic land, but I did my best and hopefully it came out okay.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bones, if I did I would not be obsessing over what's going to happen in the next 2 episodes, I'd know and I'd feel better.
The following Sunday, Brennan stood in front of her refrigerator drinking a bottle of water. It was late afternoon and she had just returned from going for a run. She was wearing a tank-top and shorts, her hair was wet from sweat and her skin had taken on a reddish tint from the late summer sun. Just as she started walking toward the bathroom, there was a knock at her door. She opened the door to find Booth standing on the other side of it, grocery bags in hand. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and Brennan couldn't help but notice that he looked much better than he did in a suit.
"What are you doing here, Booth?" Brennan asked.
"I came to make you Sunday dinner," Booth said flashing his charm smile at Brennan.
"I'm gross, you should have called first."
"You know how you never jump to conclusions? Well I never call, I just show up, it's something you should get used to," Booth said before entering Brennan's apartment without an invitation.
Brennan smiled as she closed the door behind him, "Well, I'm going to go shower."
Brennan emerged from the bathroom half an hour later to the smell of tomatoes, garlic, and onion. She walked over to the kitchen and Booth looked from the pot to Brennan, his mouth fell open. He couldn't help but notice how the jeans she was wearing hugged her curves just right and how her wet hair left drops of water on her bear shoulders.
"What?" Brennan asked.
"You look nice."
"I just got of the shower, no I don't."
"No you do, you look, the best I've ever seen you look, which says a lot, because …"
"I got it, Booth, thank you," Brennan replied, saving Booth from his rambling, "what are you making?"
"My grandfather's famous sauce," Booth replied sticking a wooden spoon in front of Brennan, "try this," he said as he fed her a taste of the sauce.
"You lie when you say you can't cook, because you can definitely cook," Brennan smiled at Booth.
"Why don't you go sit down while I finish up?" Booth asked.
Brennan responded by kissing Booth quickly and soft on the cheek, she didn't even realize that she had done it until she pulled away, but she noted that according to the chemicals in body, she was happy she did.
Booth came to get Brennan for dinner a half an hour later. He led her to her dining room table where there were candles and a vase filled with flowers, he pulled Brennan's chair out and after she sat, pushed it back in, before he took a seat diagonally from her.
"This is too much," Brennan said.
"No it's definitely not."
Booth and Brennan ate their pasta in mostly silence, though they frequently caught each other glancing at one another and smiling. When Brennan was finished she put her fork down and waited to catch Booth looking at her, when he did, she asked him a question.
"Why did you do all this?"
"Because you're my family, Bones."
"I don't know what that means."
Booth smiled as he heard this statement stem from his partner's lips for the millionth time, "It means that in my family we used to have dinner together every Sunday. Families change though. People move away, they move on, they make their own families. Now, here, you're my family."
Brennan searched her mind for the right thing to say but she couldn't find it, she finally settled upon, "Thank you."
Booth replied by placing his hand on hers and gently caressing it. He then got up and began to clear away the dishes.
Brennan sat lost in thoughts while Booth washed the plates from their meal. She decided that the 'thank you' wasn't good enough and she walked up to the sink where Booth was standing and turned off the water. He turned around to look at her and was met with her lips. Booth let his lips linger on hers for a few seconds before he pulled away. He looked into her eyes; he wanted to make sure that when he looked into them he saw certainty. He saw more than certainty, he saw care, a care more genuine that he had ever seen so he slowly closed the gap between them again. After a few seconds he deepened the kiss, letting his tongue trace her lips until she granted access, and she did, as she rested her arms around his neck and he ran his hands through her hair that was still slightly wet.
Brennan eventually broke the kiss, for a lack of being able to breathe. She rested her forehead against Booth's and their eyes met, "I don't know what I did to deserve a family like you, Booth."
Booth gently stroked Brennan's face and leaned in for another soft, quick kiss before breaking their physical attachment. Though his gaze never wandered from her.
"You know I never thought our first kiss real would be … garlic-y," Brennan smiled.
"So you've thought about this?" Booth asked pleasantly surprised.
Brennan caught herself, "Maybe … but nothing is perfect."
"It's the closest I've come," Booth said raising his eyebrows repetitively at Brennan.
Brennan laughed and flashed Booth a smile, "Me too."
I would really appreciate knowing what you thought of this chapter. Thanks for reading. :)