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The Question in the Office

Doing paperwork really wasn't one of his favorite parts of his job, but there wasn't a way out of it. Normally he did paperwork with Bones and usually he could make her doing all the stuff on her own. Well, maybe not usually, but from time to time. She didn't like paperwork as well, but she could handle it a lot better than he could.

Sighing he noticed that he was thinking about her again. Lately that happened numerous times a day and he knew why (because he was madly, head-over-heels, heart crushingly in love with her), but he would not tell her. He would just scare her away and if he couldn't be with her the way he wanted, he wanted to be partners and friends with her at least.

To talk about his paperwork again, today she didn't want to help him. She had said that she had to do some bones identification at the limbo. And smirking she had told him to do his paperwork on his own, for at least one time in his career.

He smiled at the memory of her sparkling eyes when she had commented his dislike of paperwork. Cerulean blue eyes. He had never seen anyone with eyes like that. How could eyes have such a color, could sparkle that lovingly, could mirror emotion so perfectly?

Sighing he looked at the clock. Damn it, it was too early for dinner. They just had had lunch two hours ago. But he couldn't help missing her already.
And unfortunately there wasn't a case right now, so he couldn't just snow into her office without a reason. Well, he could, but she wouldn't appreciate that, would probably tell him to back off.

Damn it, it really was hard to be that crazy for her.

He was in a bad mood for days now, even since he wasn't around her the whole day. He had spent his evenings with her, and lunch and dinner, but that just wasn't enough. He wanted to spend every minute, every second of the day with her.

He shook his head. No, Seel, focus. Paperwork.
Jesus, that was so damn boring. He stood up and walked in the middle of his office to stretch. Sitting for two ours was really…

He was taken out of his thoughts when someone appeared in his office and he gleamed. Bones!

"Hey!"

"Hi!" She took a few steps towards him. "I…want to have sexual intercourse with you!", she blurted out.

Dumbfounded he looked at her. What? "What?"

"I want to have sexual intercourse with you!", she repeated, not embarrassed in the slightest.

His face changed from bright red, to white and to red again. What? What did she just say? What the hell is going on?

"Ah, Bones…what…whoa, there…Bones!" His voice was high pitched and he quickly glanced out of his window to see if someone overheard their conversation.

"No, I'm totally attracted to you and I want to have-"

"Bones!", he hissed, his face bright red and embarrassed again. "Don't say it like that."

"Why not? That's how it's called."

"No…we…what the hell, Bones? You just don't tell people you want to have-" He stopped, embarrassed again.

"Sexual intercourse?", she helped.

"Yes, that. You just don't do that, Bones. And…why the hell…what are you thinking, coming in my office and telling me something like that?"

She shrugged, took a few more steps towards him, until she was standing right in front of him. "I just thought you needed to know. And…Angela says you're attracted to me as well, so I thought it wouldn't be a problem."

He swallowed. "Yeah, Bones, she's right, but that's still not the way it works. We are not doing it right here and now in my office, so stop!", he said, trying to catch her hands which had already to started to nestle on his belt buckle. Nevertheless he enjoyed the tickling feeling, caused by the thought of her ripping the clothes off of him. Also her hands felt wonderful in his.

She slightly tilted her head, obviously disappointed about his stopping. "What do you suggest then?"

He swallowed again, catching her eyes, still holding her hands in his. "Well…I think, you leave the Jeffersonian at five, go home, take a shower and dress up and then I'll pick you up at seven, we go to dinner and dancing afterwards and then I'll take you home, take you to the door, kiss you shyly goodbye and you ask me to come in for a coffee. And then I'm going to make love to your, gently and passionately and we'll break all laws of physics until dawn."

He saw her swallowing, his heart beat erratically because of his nervousness. "Do you think you could do that for me?"

She nodded and smiled shyly. "Yeah, I think I'd like that."

He smiled. "Okay. See you at seven then." He squeezed her hands for one final time and kissed her gently on the cheek, before he pulled away.

She blushed, smiled and then left as quickly as she had appeared in his office.

.:::.

He was as nervous as he had never been in his entire life. He had an official, real date with Dr. Temperance Brennan, Bones, for heaven's sake! An if he didn't act too silly, then she would maybe finally agree to a relationship. He took one last, deep breath and knocked on her door.

"It's open, Booth. Come in and give me just a few minutes!", he heard her saying.

"Yep, I'll wait here." Nervously he sat down on the couch. Damn it, he would get a heart attack for sure. It was beating and beating and beating like crazy.
Nevertheless he still didn't understand why she suddenly had snowed into his office and had him talked into having sex with her. Hadn't she been the one who didn't want to mix up work and personal life?

"I'm ready, Booth, we can go." Brennan appeared in front of him and he was instantly speechless. She looked absolutely…stunning…gorgeous.

She laughed a little and blushed slightly when she noticed him staring at her.

"Uh…yeah…well, let's go then!", he murmured sheepishly and guided her out of her apartment.

.:::.

Dinner had been fantastic and yes, they had been nervous at the very beginning, but then he had asked her why they didn't act normal because they were just them after all.
She had told him that maybe exactly that was the problem. Because they were them and she was always nervous then.
He had laughed and told her that he could tease her if that would make things easier for her then and that was all it needed to break the dam.
They had shared a wonderful dinner then, they had laughed and talked and their fingers had brushed continuous. Afterwards he had asked her if she was still up to dancing and she had blushingly agreed.

.:::.

The club hadn't been too full nor too empty. At first they shared some cocktails (he drank just non-alcoholic drinks because he needed to drive them home) and then he asked her to dance.

She nodded shyly and let him lead her to the dance floor. "You're lucky!", she said, "the song is slow. There you have your excuse for pulling me right into you."

He blushed slightly, then he grinned. "Who said I needed an excuse? Maybe I'm self-confident enough to just pull you into me and throw you a charm smile."

She laughed and shook her head, just to lay it down on his chest afterwards.

He smiled into her hair and placed his cheek on her head. To feel her that close, to know she liked their closeness…they feeling really was too good to be true.
He carefully stroked the bare skin of her back, drew lazy circle on it.
Brennan's fingers stroked over the nape of his head, sending goosebumps down his spine.

"Do you think we could bring forward our kissing scene?", she asked suddenly shyly and looked up to him.

How was he supposed to resist such a woman?

Carefully he bent down and brushed her lips with his. Hers were soft and warm and welcoming and he loved every second of their kissing. She opened her tiny mouth, devouring him with a passion he hadn't imagined she had and damn, it was so fucking amazing!

Kissing Temperance Brennan was by far the best he ever had done. Their tongues battled for dominance, her hands clutched into his hair, just to pull him closer.

.:::.

It was a weird feeling to wake up, naked, and intertwined with her, but it was a nice weird feeling. He smiled when he thought back to the night before. It hadn't really happened the way he had wanted it to be, but that was okay. They had become so passionately on the dance floor that he decided to drag her out of the club and drive to her apartment. They hadn't even made it to the bedroom for their first round, but nevertheless had their lovemaking been perfect.

He tightened his embrace around her and kissed her soundly to wake her.

"Booth, no!", she murmured. "Just a few more minutes. It's just so nice."

He smiled and leaned in to her ear. "Yeah, it's definitely nice."

She laced his fingers with hers and pushed her head gently against his chest. "Yeah…!", she murmured sleepily. "I love you."

Is it weird that it just takes those three words to make me happy, he thought and kissed her temple. "I love you too."

Lucky them they had a few more minutes until they needed to go head to work.

Hey guys, I'm back and have a new chapter for you :))
I just imagined how Booth would look when Brennan snowed into his office and would tell him that :D :D haha, poor guy xDD Would be embarrassed to death ;)

Anyway, I just found that Marilyn Monroe quote and I really think it fits to Brennan, don't you think ?

"A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left."

Oh, and I'd really like you to R&R, 'cause it totally sucks if you write something and don't get a feedback for it.

Okay, I gotta go to school now :((

Xoxo,
Michi