The Shoe
Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Bones.
Warning: Please be warned that the fluff monster continues to ravage my story. I'm truly sorry about this and hope to have him exterminated shortly ; ).
As the daylight streamed in over her still body, he was struck again by her overwhelming beauty. Her hair was messy and spilled across her arms and onto his chest; the tangled web of auburn hair glittered in the bright sunlight, her right arm draped across him and their legs were intertwined together in an intricate web of limbs.
The intimate touch of her arm around his body was almost as thrilling as all of last night had been. He only hoped that when she awoke she wouldn't withdraw and pretend that last night hadn't been as good as it had been.
He gently ran his fingers up and down her bare spinal column, gently caressing each vertebra along her smooth back. He continued along up her neck and then up to cup her chin in his palm.
Just as he was tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, Temperance began to stir beneath his touch. She slowly opened one eye and then , when she recognized who was staring back at her, who she was wrapped so intimately around, she opened her other eye, and a soft smile began to spread.
Relieved that her initial reaction seemed positive, or at the very least not her running in the other direction, Booth took the chance to whisper good morning to her and laid a soft kiss on her lips. This made Temperance's smile grow exponentially as she wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled him in, her fingers nestled deeply into his hair to deepen the kiss.
"Good morning yourself" she responded, her voice husky from sleep.
He just smiled and kissed her again.
"What time is it?"
Booth leaned over her to check his watch on the bedside table.
"Twelve-thirty Bones"
"Damn. Are you sure?"
"I know you think that I'm a moron Bones-"
"Booth!" she said, hitting his shoulder.
"Ow! What?"
"I don't think you're a moron. I never would." She sad solemnly, looking him dead in the eye.
"Ok, Bones," he chuckled, "but take it easy, I'm not ready to fight this early in the morning." He groaned leaning back into the pillow.
"Early?"
"It's the weekend Bones, we have nowhere to be. So yes, it's still early."
"Speak for yourself" Brennan said.
Now it was Brennan's turn to groan and sink back into the warmth of Booth's chest, curling her arm around him.
"Why? Some pressing bone issue to take care of?"
"No, actually not today, it's just that I am supposed to meet Angela in about a half hour."
And with that, Brennan made to get up from their entangled state, but Booth had other plans and scooped her back to him.
"How about you just stay right here and call Angela and tell her that you have suddenly come down with the flu and that you are going to have to say in bed. All. Day. Long." He grinned, pulling her chin towards him and giving her a slow kiss.
"As nice as that sounds, I guarantee you that you do not want a suspicious Angela. She knows me better than I do and the second I give her a bullshit excuse like that, she'll know that something's up. And do you know what she'll do then? She'll snoop and gossip and before we get back to work on Monday there will be more rumours than there are bones in limbo."
"You know that that's nothing new right?"
"Yes well now that they actually have something to find out, I'm not eager for Angela to start anymore talk."
"And what, exactly, do they have to talk about?" Booth smiled.
"I don't know, but I do know that if you don't let me up this second Seeley Both you will not enjoy the consequences." She said with a look of deadly certainty.
Taking this as an invitation, Booth rolled over, pinning Brennan beneath him.
"I would like to see you try." He smirked.
She struggled for a moment against his arms for a moment, trying to shake his balance, before she gave up.
"I guess you got me" she said, sighing in defeat.
"That is very, very true" he chuckled before he reached down to kiss her.
She slowly twined her arms around his neck and pulled him down closer to her. As he responded, she slowly inched her leg up Booth's. As Booth's grip slowly loosened, Brennan took the opportunity to flip Booth around, until she was sitting, straddling him, her arms on either side of his head.
She looked into his eyes, smirked and whispered;
"Not so fast"
Before he could grab her, she jumped off him and grabbed his shirt to wrap around herself as she ran to the bathroom.
"You're gonna pay for that Bones" he shouted after her, but a laugh was all he got from her in return.
As he heard her begin her shower Booth wondered in amazement at her calmness this morning. He had been so scared that she would wake up and immediately close up to him and pretend that last night was this colossal mistake, which he knew in his heart it wasn't. He only hope that it would last.
As Brennan scrubbed through her hair with shampoo she reflected back to last night. It had been so amazing that she had half-expected to wake up this morning to an empty bed, having dreamt the whole thing up.
Truth be told, she had expected that the two of them would have cracked long ago to the sexual tension that seemed to be a constant between them. Their will power must be pretty good for them to have waited this long, however, she mused, it had definitely been worth the wait.
In her mind now that they had crossed that line once, she saw no need to go back to the way things had been before, I mean they were both professionals and could handle it. She was only concerned that when they grew exhausted from the fun of it and Booth's morals kicked in she would have to deal with their clashing ideologies. She did not relish having to have that conversation with Booth.
She knew what he wanted from life, and truth be told, the way he spoke about it, it's sounded magical, it just didn't sound like something she could ever be a part of, and that scared her. She knew that she was close to Booth, and that there was a strong attachment between the two of them that went deeper than a pure working relationship. But that didn't mean they were in love. Not by anyone's standard, but her concern was that Booth would start to want more from this.
It wasn't that she could outright deny that she wanted any of this either. Before she met Booth she would have been certain on her position, but after working with him for so long she was muddled, she had no idea what last night really meant, but she was curious for it to continue and see what happened. She only hoped that Booth wouldn't push anything on her too soon because she had a feeling that sorting out how she was feeling right now was not going to be an easy thing.
She shook her head, trying to clear the confusing thoughts that were running circles around her mind. She was thankful that she had made these plans with Angela, as much as she didn't want Angela starting talk at work, she was still her number one resource when it came to problems such as these, and she knew that talking to Angela would help her immensely. As long as she swore to secrecy that is.
She shuddered at the thought of the whole lab finding out, or worse, the people at the FBI. It would be absolute mayhem, and then it would be impossible to get any real work done.
Pushing her worries aside, she stepped out of the shower, dried herself off and slipped into some simple jeans and a clean cut white blouse that flowed out elegantly from an empire waist.
After she was dressed she passed a brush through her hair, working through the knots methodically, before drying her hair and throwing it up into a simple pony-tail.
As she looked down to check her watch she noticed that it was now five past one. Whispering a curse under her breath she rushed out to the bedroom to say good bye to Booth, who was nowhere to be seen.
"Looking for something?" a voice said behind her.
She whipped around to see Booth leaning against the doorway in only his pants, giving her the full force of her charm smile.
"Yes" she laughed, stepping forward to kiss him, but before she could, Booth put an arm up to stop her.
She looked quizzically at him, pouting slightly.
"Now how do you like it?" he smirked, folding his arms across his chest.
"Not very much, I suppose"
"Which is precisely why you're going to have to make it up to me."
"Oh I am, am I?"
"Yes. Tonight."
"Well what if I said that I had other plans?"
"Well, first of all I know that you're lying, and secondly, I'm pretty sure that if you had these so called other plans, you would cancel them immediately."
"I would?"
"Yes you would"
"Well seeing as you seem to know everything, I guess you can also tell me what we'll be doing?"
"Well that's a surprise."
"Alright fine, but only if you let me leave now, I really don't want to be any later for Angela."
"I'm not stopping you."
"I would beg to differ" she said, indicating how his frame was filling up her exit.
"I guess I am." He laughed " Well go then, I'll pick you up at the diner at four?"
"Make it five-thirty"
"You need that long for lunch?"
Brennan just rolled her eyes and pushed past him, giving him a peck on the cheek before she headed towards the door. As she left she called out from behind him;
"Make yourself comfortable; just don't forget to lock up."
"Got it Bones" he called after her, as she disappeared behind the door.
As the door clicked shut he looked around him; he was alone in her apartment, and this time by invitation. He wondered where to begin.
A/N:
Hello again,
As you can see I am back into this story with full force, and will probably be wrapping it up in a few chapters and I have a sequel in view that I will probably be starting shortly after I finish this one. As always, drop me a line, let me know what you think.
Xoxo
Hannah
P.S. I am not as happy with this chapter as I would like to be; I've been working on this project for a stats course that I have to take, and after writing computer codes for pretty much two days straight I think I've forgotten how to write properly, so I don't know if this is up to my usual standards, so let me know what you think. I just really wanted to get this out to you before I get totally consumed by school!