29 Intermission
Getting to Brennan's apartment took longer than either wanted. Booth helped her into the car, turned on the heat, and then had to dust snow off the car windows before they could leave. Booth was grateful the roads weren't icy. The road crews salted the roads they traveled.
Outside of her apartment door, Booth stood behind Brennan with their coats tucked under one arm, his other wrapped around her waist, trailing featherlight kisses down neck and exposed shoulder while she fumbled for her keys. She turned in his arms to face him with look of mock frustration on her face and said in hushed tones, "If you don't stop, we'll never get inside." She couldn't maintain the charade and began to chuckle.
Booth took the keys from her hand. He stepped forward with one leg between hers, gently forcing her against the door frame and seized her lips with his own. She yielded instantly, and he re-explored the soft depths of her mouth, the length of their bodies pressed close together. When he released her and moved back slightly so she could enter the now open apartment before him. "After you, Bones."
Brennan stepped into her apartment on shaky legs. She took his hand and began leading him towards the hallway outside her bedroom. He barely had time to lock the door and drop her keys on the side table. "Slow down, Bones," he said. "We have all night."
"And I don't want to waste a minute of it," she said closing the distance between them again. Booth enfolded her in his free arm and held her tightly.
"Time with you, however we spend it, will never be a waste," he breathed into her hair.
Brennan stepped back, questioning look on her face. "Do you want this, tonight?"
"Oh, yea," he said nodding stepping forward, closing the distance.
"Do you?" he asked.
She nodded. "Good. Then stay a while," she said slipping out of his embrace, claiming their coats in the process. Brennan hung the coats in the closet while Booth browsed her CD collection. He selected a progressive jazz disc, which filled the room with sultry fusion. Brennan joined him a moment later.
"Mmh, Spyro Gyra. Good choice," she said over his shoulder.
"Glad you agree," he said turning to face her.
"Do you want a drink?" she asked.
He shook his head and asked, "How's your ankle?"
"Honestly, I haven't thought about for a while," she said.
"You were still limping on the way up here," he chastised.
"Then, I must conclude it's still sore," she said.
"In that case, I think you should get off it immediately." With that, he swept her up in his arms.
She uttered a started, "Oh!" but wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, "This is becoming a familiar position," while he carried her to the bedroom.
"Are you complaining?" he asked. She responded by kissing his neck just below his ear. "I'll take that as a no," he growled as he sat down on her bed, pulling her firmly onto his lap. "This is really happening, isn't it?" he asked.
"Yes," she said pushing him down on the bed beneath her. Her hungry lips sought his again. His hands slipped under her soft sweater, caressing her smooth skin, then slipped it up towards her neck. She lifted it over her head and tossed it aside. They kicked off their shoes and removed the rest of their clothing, quickly adding to the pile forming beside the bed.
Brennan laid back on the bed and stretched her arms over her head, giving Booth a prime view of her every curve. Booth drank in the sight before him, finally capturing her eyes with his, then began tracing slow circles down her arm and across her belly, all the while watching her expression. "You are so beautiful. I just realized I didn't tell you how great you looked tonight," he said.
"Um, I suppose I forgive you for not mentioning it. Although this is a bit of a different view than earlier tonight, she said glancing down at their state of undress."
"Better," he said nodding and lowering his mouth to hers once again. He teased her lips slowly until she parted hers. They began to slowly explore one another. Booth traced the curve of her hip with a light touch. Brennan slid a leg over his, drawing him closer. Her fingernails scraped gently down his back, eliciting a deep moan from him. Booth responded by trailing hot, wet kisses along her jaw line and down her neck, drawing a soft moan from her, just as a shrill ring cut through the air.
Booth groaned, "Oh, not now."
"You should answer it. It could be important," she said quietly.
He nodded and reluctantly turned away from her to fish his insistent phone out of the pile of discarded clothes. Brennan rolled up on her side and rubbed his back while he answered the phone.
"Booth," he said shortly. As he listened, he raked a hand through his hair, and sighed.
Brennan felt tension rising in his back muscles as he listened to the caller. She knelt behind him so she would have a better angle and began to gently massage his shoulders.
He turned slightly so he could see Brennan and gave her sad smile and a tiny shake of his head and mouthed, "I'm sorry." Turning his attention back to his call, he said, "Yes, I was in bed. No, I understand," he said with resignation in his voice. "No, no. Of course I'll come. Don't worry about it. I need to get dressed. Can you give me 45 minutes? Okay. I'll hurry," he said and shut his phone and placed it on the table beside the bed.
"Booth, what's happened?" Brennan asked with concern.
Booth turned to face her and pulled her into his arms again. "That was Drew—Rebecca's boyfriend," he said quietly. "Her mom's had a heart attack. Drew said she wants to get over to the hospital as soon as possible, and they need me to come get Parker," he said hanging his head. "I'm sorry, I've got to go," he said, then turned to kiss her once more. When he released her lips, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed to sit beside him. She helped him pick up and sort out their garments. Then she rose and walked, still favoring her ankle, to the bathroom where she dropped her clothes into a hamper. Booth couldn't help but think what a gorgeous backside she had. He also couldn't help but curse his bad luck. He wanted nothing more than to climb back into her bed and forget the world in her arms. Instead, he had to drive out into a snowy night to pick up his still sleeping son. And even more, he dreaded explaining to Parker that his grandmother was in the hospital.
"Say something, Bones. I need to know you're okay," Booth said as he stood up and fastened his 'Cocky' belt buckle. In the meantime, Brennan grabbed a robe from behind the bathroom door and slipped it over her shoulders while she watched Booth finish dressing. She loosely cinched the belt of her robe and walked back across the room to stand before him.
She looked up into his eyes and held his face between her hands. "I'm okay. More importantly, we're okay," she said sadly. "I can't say I want you to go. This particular interruption certainly never entered into any fantasy I've ever entertained about tonight. But, I also know you need to go. Parker is too young to be dragged to the hospital at this late hour. It's too late to expect to find a sitter, and it's logical for you to pick him up tonight so his weekend is as normal as it can be."
"Thanks, Bones," he said simply as he pulled her into his arms. "Fantasy?" he asked as their lips met again. He sat down on the bed and pulled her into his lap, still kissing her.
Brennan pulled back before she lost all sense of time in his arms. She shook her head at him. "Yes, fantasy. You must have imagined what intercourse between us would be like."
"Making love, Bones. And yeah, I have," he said brushing back her hair.
"We've been waiting for this for a long time, Booth. We can wait a little longer," she said cupping his cheek. She kissed his lips lightly again and said, "I hope Rebecca's mother will be okay. But now you should go get Parker. Do you still want me to come over for supper tomorrow?"
He nodded.
"Call me. I'll be at the lab," she said. "I'm going to see if I can learn anything from Mr. Sinclair's remains.
"You know this isn't over, right?" he asked.
"Intermission," she said with a promising smile.
"Exactly," he said.
She slipped off his lap and headed for the kitchen. He followed.
"Do you want coffee for the road?" she asked.
"No, I'd better get moving," he said.
She retrieved his coat and walked him to the door. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Drive safe," she told him.
"I will," he said as he opened the door. He stepped out of the apartment and was pulling the door shut behind him when he stopped suddenly and poked his head back inside. "Oh, and you might as well bring an overnight bag with you tomorrow," he said with a grin and then shut the door.
When Booth was gone, Brennan fixed herself a cup of chamomile tea and sat down with her laptop at the kitchen table. She knew sleep would not come easily tonight. She opened a file titled "Journal," entered a password, and began to type.
