Booth pressed his palm to the wood of the door, taking a deep breath. Bones…for all her talk about them 'knowing' each other, he found himself overwhelmed by this whole vacation time. He'd actually learned a lot about her. She didn't like shots, she was allergic to poison ivy, and she could kiss like a dream. Okay, maybe he kind of knew the third one about her, but…he sighed…Bones. She'd also been nervous about being with him. That surprised him. She'd shown bravado for the past few days, invading his personal space, pressing up against him, inviting him into her bed…but when it came down to it, he'd been able to tell that she'd been affected on a level deeper that pure physicality. She'd reverted back to her sciency ways, trying to analyze everything. He actually liked that. It proved she wasn't as cool and collected about them as she pretended to be. The question now was this, "Did they know each other well enough to do this?" Or maybe this, "Did they know each other too well…was it too late?"
Brennan stood on the other side of her door, now clothed in a sundress. She took a deep breath to settle her nerves. Seeley Booth wanted her, and they both knew it. She wanted him, and they both knew it. Now they knew.
"I know him" she whispered to herself.
She did. She knew him. He was her first partner, in anything. She hadn't even had lab partners in high school chemistry. The teacher had felt it was too much of an advantage for any other student to be paired with her, so she'd been alone. Always alone…until Booth. Until he refused to let her be alone.
"He knows me." She took a deep breath, and opened the door.
She found him in the kitchen, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, and she moved to sit on the barstool next to his, not saying anything. He passed her a cup of coffee, but also remained silent.
They were both amazed at the new tension in the room. Moments earlier, they'd been talking in bed, no big deal, and later, they'd carried on conversation practically nude, but now, with her in a dress and him in shorts and a shirt, now it seemed awkward.
She looked over at him and let her eyes travel from his hair, to his arms. Booth. She'd run away, and now they both knew that too. But it had been too much, and she'd left, without telling him, knowing that if he knew, he'd want to come along and ruin everything.
Except…he'd followed her anyway, and nothing was ruined.
Booth could feel her eyes on him, but this time he knew she wasn't thinking rationally. She had her wits about her, yeah, but…she was analyzing as a woman studies a man, not a scientist with a subject. He allowed her this, waiting until she looked back at her mug before he turned to look at her. She'd piled her hair on top of her head again, like the night before, and for a moment he couldn't take his eyes off of her face. She looked peaceful and calm, and he knew her.
He knew her and he wanted to keep getting to know her, until she had no more secrets and he knew everything about her. God, he'd never tire of her, he knew that too.
Moving his eyes back to his mug, he slowly moved his hand to the right. Without looking, his hand found its spot, right above the end of her back. In his mind, he could imagine her skin branded by him, and he felt her press back slightly.
He moved to press his lips against the smooth skin of her neck, right below her ear.
"Daffodil" he whispered and she shivered.
"Daisy" he nuzzled the skin below her ear, and her fingers tightened on the counter.
He moved his hand toward her hip, wrapping his arm around her waist. Enough was enough. He pulled her body up to his and looked into her eyes, asking, telling, begging, demanding,wanting…knowing.
Her fingers curled in his shirt, and then she turned, walking toward her bedroom. With one look back at him, she smiled. "Jupiter"
She opened her door.