AN: Sorry guys... got distracted watching Bones so it's taken me a while to finish this chapter. Only one more after this :( And sorry for rambling last time... Alcopops are basically premixed (bottled) usually vodka and some kind flavouring that are basically one standard drink per bottle. They're aimed at teenagers and because they want to stop teenage binge drinking they keep putting up the tax on these premixed drinks in the hopes teenagers won't buy them which basically means they're going and buying a bottle of vodka and mixing their own drinks which is way more dangerous (trust me been there done that)... so it's the government being stupid in short.... Anyway rambling again... keep reviewing we're so close to the end. Btw anyone seen the christmas episode in season 1? Wow! Hodgins has a really good body ;) so glad right now that i'm short lol.
IrigD: I love the episode undercover... Roxie and Tony and that dress was hot.
CSI Naomi: Hope you enjoy this chapter then... it's all tasmania. And Brennan's just that kind... loves her risks plus it fitted with the dress and everything.
Dreamer22: Wow, *hands out tissue*, i think we all need a Booth.
littleabbamaniac: haha... i'd forgotten there was abba in Get Smart... poor booth or maybe poor brennan (would laugh if neither of them liked abba)
Chapter 21
"Bones, what are you doing?" Booth asked as Brennan shoved one of the tiny chocolate samples into her purse.
"You can't really expect me to sample all these chocolates right now... I'm saving some for later" Brennan explained in a hurried whisper as their guide led them onto another area of the factory.
"Stuffing yourself with chocolate is part of the fun of the tour" Booth told her placing one of the many samples into his mouth. The creamy chocolate melted until only the sticky peppermint centre was left in his mouth. As the last of the treat slid down his throat Brennan pressed her lips to his, her tongue darting into his mouth and tasting the sweet chocolate residue.
"I don't know what that means, but you do taste good Booth" Booth couldn't help but grinning as Brennan continued to follow their tour guide looking back when she realised he wasn't following her "And when I've still got chocolate left when we get home, you're going to be wishing you hadn't eaten all of it now" Brennan added matter of factly.
"No Bones, I'll just steal yours" Booth grinned popping another chocolate into his mouth.
When they left the chocolate factory Booth and Brennan once again had a large bag of chocolate, this time Cadbury and it occurred to Brennan that they probably had at least enough sweets to last until Easter, probably later.
"Okay Booth, let's get going, I want as much time at Port Arthur as we can get" Brennan called impatiently, suddenly excited about their afternoon activities.
"Did you know that Port Arthur is the sight of the second largest spree killing of recorded history? Martin Bryant killed thirty five people in April of 1996. The largest was in South Korea in the 1980's with fifty seven people wounded and over thirty injured. What would motivate someone to do that?" Brennan asked her brow furrowed.
"I don't know Bones, I don't know" Booth shook his head "Can we talk about something a little less unpleasant? This is our vacation after all" Booth added as they pulled into the car park at Port Arthur.
"Okay Booth, I'll try but this is a convict settlement, there are a lot of unpleasant things that happened here"
"Okay then" Booth agreed "let's go"
"This place is fascinating" Brennan exclaimed as they waited for a ferry that would take them to the tiny island aptly named 'Isle of the Dead'.
"There are over one thousand people believed to have been buried here between 1833 and 1877, most were thrown in unmarked graves and most of the ones that are marked contain so called free people."
"You're just dying to dig them all up and give names to them aren't you Bones?" Booth teased.
"Yes actually I am. I was invited to a couple of years ago" Brennan told him proudly.
"Well could you try and enjoy this from a non anthropological view" Booth requested knowing that it would be a near impossible task for his rational partner.
"I don't know if I can do that Booth"
When they reached the tiny island their small tour group, led by a young blonde tour guide began to lead them around the cemetery.
"The people who carved these elaborate tombstones were likely convicts and would have been friends with many of the people buried in unmarked graves here, they would have known that this would also be their fate and some believe that they carved the initials of those in the unmarked graves into the tombstones here as a reminder of who they were" the tour guide explained.
"She has no proof of that. She's making assumptions" Brennan whispered loudly to Booth.
"Excuse me, do you have any anthropological training or expertise that qualify you to make decisions about what may or may not have happened here over a hundred years ago? If you do, I would like to know who told you that making assumptions like that is rational, because nothing you just said is rational, nor can it be proven"
"Bones" Booth warned pressing a gentle hand to her forearm, as the other tourists turned to look at them while the tour guide seemed to remain transfixed in the same position like the proverbial deer in headlights.
"Just let it go" Booth instructed his voice calm "She's just a tour guide"
"Sorry! My girlfriend doesn't like assumptions." Booth apologised to the young blonde throwing his arm around Brennan. The tour guide nodded and hastily continued the tour careful to keep her distance from Brennan.
"Girlfriend?" Brennan asked leaning easily against her partner's body.
"Yeah, girlfriend... I thought we'd decided that we were together now, so I thought it would be the right word. Lover implies that we're just having sex but that's not the case here"
"I know Booth, it's okay" Brennan reassured her partner who was bouncing nervously on the balls of his feet "You've just never said that before, it sounds kind of nice" Brennan confessed smiling.
"It does, doesn't it" Booth replied happily, pulling Brennan closer to his body as they continued their tour.
"What do you say we explore this place ourselves after this?" Booth asked a few minutes later when Brennan began muttering about the incompetence of their tour guide again.
"And get away from her? Sounds good"
"Then we'll go check into our hotel, maybe get some dinner, go back to the room..." Booth proposed quietly.
Brennan laughed "You really can only think about one thing can't you? Not that it's a bad thing, in fact I quite enjoy it and it is a scientifically proven fact that men think about sex once every three seconds and I would prefer that you think about me in conjunction to sex if you're going to think about anyone" Brennan joked.
"You know Bones, if I think about sex every three seconds I think about you at least every two"
"Oh come on Booth, now you're just being corny"
"Maybe... or maybe I really do think about you more often than sex" Booth choked out the last part awkwardly causing Brennan to chuckle a little.
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"I've never been on a vacation like this" Brennan confided as they tried to pack their ever growing amount of belongings into their suitcases that night.
"I've been to thirty six countries, but until now I've never really just enjoyed the country. It's always been about the death, giving the dead back their identities, the location was just incidental." Brennan said violently rolling one of her t-shirts into a tiny ball so it would fit in the already full suitcase.
"I know Bones"
"I guess this has been fun though, maybe we can do it again sometime" Brennan posed, hoping Booth would agree.
"Oh we are definitely doing this again... definitely" Booth confirmed crossing the room easily and taking Brennan swiftly into his arms.
"I think we've done enough packing for now"
"But Booth, we're leaving tomorrow if we don't pack now we'll have to worry about it later. If we just finish it now then we can enjoy the rest of the night without worrying about it" she replied suggestively. Booth scooped up everything of theirs that was littered around the room and dropped it unceremoniously into the two suitcases not caring what went where.
"Done" Booth declared a minute later attempting to zip up the bulging cases.
Brennan laughed "Okay, okay... but I'm still going to repack them later" she compromised allowing herself to be dragged onto the bed by Booth. He had her clothes off within minutes, but took a few moments to examine the gorgeous body that spent so much time obscured by material. Brennan felt her skin burn and flex involuntarily under his intense scrutiny before he took her bottom lip between his and his hands began to explore every inch of her body until he was sure that he had every contour memorised. He knew that if Angela asked he would be able to describe that body perfectly to her later, but she wouldn't ask, though he was sure the same question would be posed to Brennan.
She lay next to him for only a few moments before he felt her moving and standing from the bed. She didn't bother to dress before heading to her suitcase and pulling out the mess of clothes chocolate and souvenirs that they had bought.
"What are you doing Bones, come back to bed. The suitcases can wait" Booth argued patting the empty spot next to his body.
She wanted to argue but she found herself grinning insanely as she climbed back onto the bed her head on Booth's chest her fingers unconsciously tracing his skeleton.
"Everything is going to be different when we get back isn't it?" Brennan asked eventually her hand stilling its lazy ministrations and her clear blue eyes searching his face.
"Not everything Bones, but yes things will be different. We'll be back at work and we'll have to be discreet, I guess we might not even see each other every day" Booth accepted his voice cracking slightly in the process.
"I don't want to be discreet Booth, I want to shout it from the rooftops that I love you and that you love me. I want the whole world to know and I want to be able to have sex with you in the storeroom like Angela and Hodgins used to. I don't want to be alone anymore Booth"
"Bones, I will never leave you alone, not ever... but if I'm going to be spending that much time with you then you need a tv" Booth reasoned.
"I can arrange that" she agreed easily pressing her body even closer to Booth's before she fell asleep the suitcases forgotten.
AN: Port Arthur is my favourite place in Tasmania, haven't been there since i was a kid though and a lot of stuff was closed off because it was june/july 96 right after the massacre. Anyway keeping with the cultural/history lesson for the non aussie readers (which means aussie's stop reading now because you've head this in every sose class you ever went to). When white europeans settled in Australia in the 1800's they were met with native people who they decided were lesser humans and who they slaughtered and whose land they stole. They hoped this race would die out and when it didn't they began to break up Aboriginal communities and send them to work on farms and whatnot. Children were taken away from their corrupting Aboriginal families and sent to institutions and foster homes where they were taught to be servants and their Aboriginal roots were stamped out of them. Many never found out who their families were and many mother's never found out what happened to their children... those children are called the lost generation. Even now Aboriginals are looked down on by most of Australian society having been forced to assimilate with a white culture that they could not understand as white people could not understand them... Well that's enough history just a little story that's an important part of Aussie history, if not a very nice part.