Of Jolly Ranchers And Fertility Statues
AN: Hello and thanks to all reviewers! I hope this new installment is liked.
Booth woke up when the cheerful orange light filtered serenely through his girlfriend's blinds. It was nearly time to wake up, but he didn't want to wake Bones up after her intense dig the previous night.
So, rather, he silently lie, a beautiful woman drooling onto his shirt as he waited for her alarm to go off. It was a damn good way to start a morning, if you ask him.
Soon the alarm rang, and she flashed up suddenly with surprise. It was the classic example of waking up when you were still tired and had been sleeping hard. He did it too. It was just seeing her go from snuggling to bolting up that made him want to call the alarm clock's manufacturer and complain.
"You woke up hard." He let his hands smooth over her milky arms, marveling that he seemed to gain just as much comfort as she did at the gesture.
"Alarms have that effect on me. I prefer being woken up to be honest." She stretched sensually. Booth on the previous weekend had always slept next to her, and she had woken each of those morning to soft lips on her face and quiet murmurs in her ear. His methods of rousing her were much like how her mother used to, somewhere back when the brainiac had found Play-dough as a most stimulating activity.
"I'd do that," Booth muttered. Having been in her reverie it took her a second to see what he was offering. To wake her up gently every morning? He seemed a tad bit embarrassed about it himself. What would happen if Booth did move in?
"I'll drop you off so you can shower." She announced.
"I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable." He shrugged awkwardly.
"You didn't, Booth."
She was ready shortly and he was dropped off quickly at his apartment.
The multiple sets of skeletons were a very easy solve. The extra fingers were from the remains. Each skeleton had many extra fingers from inbreeding. As it turned out the remains, all males ages 14 to 45, had been sailors from the 15th century that had died of the plague and washed ashore,. Their filthy, disfigured bodies had been buried in that mass grave. It was a fascinating find, and could grab some attention for the Jeffersonian, but that wasn't where her mind was.
What would it be like living with Booth? She did sleep much better with him beside her, and they already ate most meals together. Parker would likely be there on his weekends with Booth. The parking spot next to her Lexus would have a shiny Sequoia in it and she'd very likely run out of six packs sooner.
There would be slacks and cutely colored striped socks in her washer and hockey gear in her hall closet. Occasionally, she might get up in the middle of the night and see him drinking milk in the kitchen straight from the jug. She'd kill him. Even if he was wearing the low slung sweatpants and tight band t-shirt he seemed to favor.
It sounded wonderful. She'd have to tell him so.
Soon he arrived, with a slight frown. He barged into her office as he tended to.
"Don't hide from me, Bones." She knew that tone as the one he used on a particularly stubborn subject and the look as his face he wore when he was just a little hurt.
"I needed to think. I would like to cohabitate with you. That is not something I typically feel with a man so I had to think on it."
"I'll check with Rebecca to see if Parker's cool with our weekends being at your house," he stated.
"That simple? I thought you'd think this over a long time."
"I've been thinking about it since I've loved you. That a long time?" He grinned at her.
"We could use my guest room as Parker's bedroom. Would he like to help us pick a color? We can make a date to do that." She stepped a bit closer.
"That sound great, but there are some other dates I'd like to take you on. Tomorrow at seven. I need to take you on a first date without squints."
And with that he stepped mere centimeters closer, enough for her to get lost in this man again.
She had a feeling that it would become habitual.
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