Finally, finally I managed to articulate what I think was going through Booth's mind during The Gloop on the Girl. Still not the moment i was hoping for in the episode but it was all in the spirt of "their Falling in Love" as my friend says everytime they do something adorable on the show.


Hands

She has such small nimble hands; they're beautiful to look at, even when they're incased in latex gloves. Slim and strong as she picks up a bone to study it running her fingers along trying to feel for what her eyes might have missed. Normally that's how her hands distract me but not today, today they're picking bone fragments off my suit while we stand in the bone room. It's not so bad to have her paying close attention to my body until she says she has to take off my clothes, and then all the sudden her hands are a problem.

They slip the suit jacket from my shoulders as I struggle to make a coherent sentence about the case and try not to think about the fact that she's undressing me in the bone room and not at all in the manner that I've ever imagined.

Those darn hands of hers come up to take off my tie and it's all too familiar from my coma dream. She's standing so close and removing my tie as though it's the most natural thing in the world, and I almost want to believe that it's Bren, but she's standing there in her lab coat with her rubber gloves, talking about the reasons why terrorist do what they do and my mind screams that it's Bones and that I can't just kiss her out of the blue as she removes my tie for evidence, no matter how much I want to.

And then she's unbuttoning my shirt and being Bones, as she looks down at her graceful hands and asks me to Christmas dinner at her place. And it's so beautifully her as she looks up and at me and then focuses back on the buttons of my shirt and then look back up at my face. My mind wants to scream yes, but I'm reminded that Parker isn't here and yet… the way she's looking back up a me and I just want to stop her worrying by moving my head down to nudge her head up with my nose and press a kiss to her lips before telling her of course I'll be there. But that's on the list of things that I can't do yet so I tell her I'll think about it as she walks around and slips off my shirt telling me that I have a perfect something or other.

Then those dam hands are moving to my belt buckle as she gets down on her knees, and tells me that there's vascular tissue on the buckle. Those hands, god dam it, she's too close to something and not close enough all at once. Then those hands are on the button of my pants the latex of her gloves brushing the bare skin of my waist. Then those hands are at my zipper, God think of saints "St. Joseph, St. Peter, St. Paul, St. John…"

And then blessedly, or maybe not so much Cam walks in, but at least it distracted us both long enough that her hands weren't a probably until she tried to cut my hair. Then they were pulling bone fragments out of my hair on the platform which while distracting Daisy, Hodgins and the witness were there so I had to keep my reaction to her hands in check. Fortunately, Hodgins had something helpful so I didn't shiver when the latex brushed my shoulders as she slipped on the spare lab coat she had so I wouldn't have to wander in my boxers when the lab was inhabited.

A few days later, it was Christmas, we were all sitting at her table covered in the Christmas dinner that she'd prepared, and she'd given her toast about being Christmas being based in a holiday involving naked singing, drinking, and human biscuits. And I'd given a more traditional toast when we sat down and she nixed the prayer but allowed a moment silence as we sat down. She took her my hand in hers as we all closed her eyes, but I could feel her thinking and watching in her anthropologist manner so I said "Silent night." She squeezed my hand and then rotated her hand so that her fingers laced with mine. I couldn't help myself I opened one eye and then the other. She had her head bowed and a smile on her face, and I squeezed her hand back.

This is how every Christmas should be, me beside her, holding hands, smiling over the beautiful dinner in front of us. This is how every Christmas will be… sooner or later.


Ok people, so I don't like begging for reviews but I do like hearing from you and the last few chapters the response has been a little sad. I realize that it's the holidays and everyone is busy but if you can I like hearing from you.

On a more conversational note, I'm watching the second season of Buffy and David is just darn adorable in it, minus the vampire face. I also think that he might have braces in it because he never smiles like he does in Bones, Angel for that matter later seasons of Buffy. Also the episode I'm watching now has the gang walking through the same gardens and up the same stairs that are used for the outside of the Jeffersonian.

Good luck with your holiday plans

Babyrose