10:00 AM
It didn't seem like she had been lying there for very long, her eyes closed tightly as she drifted from slumber. There was a soft buzzing coming from somewhere nearby, and the soft wisp of someone's breath skating across her ear, a familiar strong arm was wrapped securely around her waist. She lifted her hand to the bedside table and fumbled around, putting her hand on the buzzing phone just as it stopped. She sighed, lifted her hand, and it started buzzing again. She grabbed the offending object and accepted the call.
"Brennan." She mumbled sleepily into the line.
"There you are!" Angela said, a sense of relief in her voice was obvious, she let out a frustrated sigh. "I thought you had been murdered." she joked.
"Not murdered." She mumbled sleepily.
"You're sleeping? Bren its like… ten o'clock there." Angela sighed. "Are you sure you're not depressed?"
"Not depressed." She sighed, rolling onto her back, she turned her head and came face to face with her sleeping partner, his eyes were closed, but his brow was furrowed. "Just on vacation." She sighed and stared at the ceiling for a moment, a slight smile on her face.
"You never sleep in, sweetie. Not even on vacation. I'm really nervous about you."
"I was awake earlier, then went back to bed." She yawned, glancing to Booth, this time his eyes were open, and he had a small smile on his lips. "There's nothing to be concerned about. I'm fine." She said, her eyes narrowing at the now devilish smile on her partner's lips. He moved his hand to her free hand, lifting it to his lips, he started to kiss her fingertips, and when she tried weakly to pull it away, he held fast to it.
"Fine, as in what? You always say you're fine." Angela sighed. "How did your date go last night."
"My date?" She asked. "It went very well." She said, pulling her hand back, giving him a warning glare. His response was a simple smile. "It was nice, he was a perfect gentleman." She said, smacking him lightly with the back of her hand as he tried to lean forward to kiss her neck. She pushed at him, and he opened his mouth to say something, and his mouth was promptly covered by her hand. She rolled away from him, trying to escape the bed, but he was too quick, grabbing her around the waist, she let out a squeak.
"Bren, are you okay?"
"Yes. I was getting out of bed, and I hit my knee on the bedside table." She said, smacking his hand to let her go, he held onto her tightly, trying not to laugh.
"I hate when that happens." Angela said, though it was clear she was unconvinced. "So what did you and this mystery man do?" She asked curiously, obviously getting comfortable for a longer conversation.
"Uh…" She said, already knowing that the pause was extremely unlike her, she almost let out another squeak when he started kissing her neck, keeping her body tightly against his as she tried to pry his fingers from her. "We played miniature golf. I won, of course. He was quite inept."
"Not cool." Booth grumbled into her shoulder, and she covered the receiver, turning her head to glare at him, though she seemed humored as well.
"Bren, am I interrupting something?" Angela asked, having heard a masculine voice on the other end of the line, she put that with her friend's obvious distraction together. "Do you need me to leave you alone?"
"No." Brennan said, kicking him lightly with her heel, he let out a light yelp. "I have everything under control here."
"Sweetie, you brought him back to your room?" Angela said, knowing how her friend used to be with her relationships, but since she and Booth had gotten close, those types of trysts were extremely rare, if at all. It made her very nervous that her friend would fall into bed with a stranger like that, especially knowing how she felt for Booth. Maybe she had changed in the past few months.
Brennan hummed as she searched for an answer, feeling Booth's arms loosen around her, she turned to face him. "He is quite attractive." She said, watching the boyish grin on Booth's face, she ran her finger across his cheek, he captured her hand and kissed her fingers again. "I think we're very compatible." She said. "I believe that this is just what I needed." She sighed.
"I don't know if I like this, sweetie." Angela said, the concern in her voice was clear.
"It's just a fling, Ange. Nothing to worry about." She said, watching Booth's jaw drop playfully as he reached to tickle her, deflected by her hand, she poked her finger into his rib, watching him flinch as he tried to roll away from her, only to be grabbed around his waist by her free arm. "We're just having some fun."
"Well, I'll leave you to your fun." Angela said, letting out a laugh. "We'll talk more soon."
"Of course." Brennan said with a smile. "Bye, Angela." She said, hanging up the phone, she tossed it behind her, listening to it hit the carpeted floor. She tightened her arm around him and pulled herself against him. "Get back here…"
"A fling?" He said, his voice full of humor as he wiggled to try to get out of her grasp. "That's all I am to you, a fling?" He asked, feeling her lips on his neck as she let out a throaty laugh against his skin.
"That's not what you are? My vacation fling?" She asked. "We're not just having fun, satisfying our urges?" She teased.
"Mmm... I haven't gotten any satisfaction." He laughed. Suddenly, he rolled over in her direction, aiming his lips for her neck as he rolled her onto her back, listening to the giggle of surprise as he devoured her skin, kissing and nipping at her neck and ear. She could hear his playful growl as he continued to take her in. She moaned softly, and then used her leverage to roll toward him, anchoring his body with hers, she held his hands down for a moment and straddled him as he looked up at her with an expression that bordered on lust. "Mm… taking control. I like it." He growled playfully.
"I feel that you require some level of punishment for misbehaving when I was trying to talk on the phone." She said, narrowing her eyes at him, his smile brightened a bit, and she shook her head at him. "I can see that there is no remorse." She sighed.
"Nope." He said, grinning.
"That's unfortunate." She said, leaning down to kiss his lips, she continued holding his hands down as she moved her body against his sensually. She could feel his body reacting to the movement and noises she was making. She leaned down and pressed her lips against his ear. "I have to go take a shower." She said with a soft, seductive voice, and started to pull away. Suddenly, she felt his hands grip her firmly.
"No way." He said, using his strength to roll her over, she laughed as she gave in to his physical move, landing on her back. "I got you right where I want you. There's no way I'm letting you go now." He said.
"I don't know what that means." She said, moving her body up to meet his, his eyes widened as he again devoured her lips, moving to her neck. "You are extremely physical." She said, letting out a moan when he hit a particularly sensitive spot with his tongue. "God." She growled, her eyes closing as she tugged at his t-shirt.
"I thought you didn't believe in God, Bones."
"Less talking, more loving, and kissing." She said, pulling at his shirt a little harder. "Also, less clothing would also be preferred." She said, listening to his soft and gentle laugh as he let her pull his shirt up over his shoulders and off. They moved to their sides, facing one another. "Mmm…" She said, running her fingers over his skin, she watched as his eyes followed her fingers.
"You've seen me with my shirt off, Bones. Quite a few times." He chuckled.
"Yes. But this is the first time that I can truly appreciate it." She said, looking up into his eyes. They traveled down his now bare chest, admiring it fully, her gaze then moving to meet his. She watched the gentle playfulness in his expression, her focus moving to the scar on his shoulder from years earlier and suddenly the moment's reality flooded her thoughts. Her expression suddenly turned serious, and when her focus was again on his eyes, she could see the raw concern in their depths before they darted from his view.
"What's wrong, Bones?" He asked, noticing her refusal to keep eye contact. She simply rested her head on his chest. "I told you last night, Bones. You can tell me anything."
"I don't want them to separate us." She sighed. If we take these steps, these changes, they will separate us." She said, looking up into his eyes.
"They aren't going to separate us." He said, his tone putting across the seriousness of the matter. "I will make sure that it doesn't happen, Bones. I've loved you for a long time. I feel like everyone knows that, but you."
"I have known for a long time that you hold a great deal of respect for me, affection." She said, moving her fingers over his skin, letting her eyes follow their path.
His hand covered hers, stopping the movement on his skin. She looked up at him. "I love you, Bones. It's not just an infatuation. It's not chemicals messing with my brain. You said so yourself, that you couldn't imagine a world without me in it. I feel the same about you. If that isn't love, then I've been doing this wrong all of these years. This isn't just something that I want just so that I can get it out of my system. I need this."
"Despite what I said to Angela, Booth. I don't think of this as a fling. Our relationship is very important to me, and I feel quite guilty for making light of it." She said seriously, watching the slight smile on his lips.
"I know that you were just joking around, Bones. I know that you love me. I knew before you even said it out loud to me. Though you did tease me." He said, trying to remain serious. "Do you know how you can make it up to me?" He teased, watching her brow furrow.
"Hmm?" She hummed, curious of his response.
"Let me show you how much I love you." He said, leaning forward to capture her lips. "Let me show you what I will fight for to keep us from being separated. Let me show you why I came home to you." He whispered, noting the sudden playful glint in her eye. "What?" He asked, watching her cheeks turn pink as she buried her head in his chest for a moment.
"We still haven't finished our discussion from earlier." She said, looking up and lifting her eyebrow, she rested her head in her hand. "What was it about this woman on the beach that you found so intriguing?" She asked, letting her fingertips tickle his skin.
"Bones." He said, with a serious tone that conveyed a tender warning to her. "There was something familiar. Maybe in my subconscious I knew it was you." He said.
"Go on." She said, smiling slightly at his explanation.
"My eyes were drawn to you. The dress, the painted fingernails, the way that you walked. My eyes knew it was you, but my brain hadn't quite caught up. Part of it was that I thought you were still in Maluku. I was relieved, surprised, and extremely happy that it turned out to be you. I spent three very lonely months without you by my side, and I never want to do that again." He said, leaning forward to rest his forehead on hers, and then moved back slightly to give her a little space.
She was about to go on a bit of a scientific diatribe about his mind/eye delay, but decided against it, instead focusing on a spot on his chin for a moment. She then lifted her eyes to his. "Okay." She paused. "Show me." She said, softly. It took him a second to put the pieces together, and realize that she was responding to his earlier request, and once everything had fallen into place, he quickly took to showing her just how much she meant to him.