Disclaimer: I do not own these characters; they belong to Kathy Reichs, Fox, Far Field Productions and Josephson Entertainment.
Molded, but silky, smooth and cracked all at once. The shade was almost a red-rock orange, and looked just as dusty. I set the fragile shaft down slowly, my mind caught on other things, though it mechanically took notes about the Ulna I had been examining. Fourteen inches long, belonged to a young male, maybe early to mid twenties. Then another thought slipped in. Booth. Brown eyes wide as he would watch me, his eyes following the curve of my fingers as I informed him about a bone, my phalanges pointing out fractures or irregular wear on a femur or pelvic girdle I was researching. Eventually his eyes would meet mine and make me feel as though his warm hand was caressing my cheek lightly, sending my skin tingling with a mild look. The intensity of his gaze was like touching, like fingers dancing along soft skin. Then he would look back to the bone, or to a member of the team, eyeing Angela or Hodgins as they offered information pertaining to their expertise. All the while I longed for his eyes again. Then reality struck me with its ugly hand.
I was still in the Jeffersonian examinations, forensic lab, alone. Looking up from the Ulna and metal cart I looked to the clock, then my watch, double checking the time. 12:37 Am and I was still at the lab. It was becoming a usual routine, my office couch becoming more like home than the bed that lay, undisturbed, in my apartment. The couch looked very appealing at the moment so I took off towards my office, removing latex gloves that slapped onto my desk as I tossed them. Slipping off my shoes, I lied down, my knees to my stomach, then stretched out over the length of the cushioned seat. Before sleep slipped over my conscious I recalled thanking a higher power for couches. And for Booth. What was I thinking? He was my partner, my coworker. Not some romance novel, open-shirt wearing, love interest. He was just Booth, an FBI agent that pestered me for help on unsolved cases. Just my knight in shining armor, with a loaded gun and mouth full of pulse altering sarcasm.
I awoke, fluorescent light slipping through my eye lids, as a deep rumbling creaked into my ears. I sat up, blinking to find his sights upon me, scanning me from head to toe, and then meeting my blue gaze. I realized he had just stormed into the lab, speaking loudly to Angela or Hodgins from across the room, his eyes on me the entire time. The instant his browns caught my blue I thought I might confront difficulty if I was to try and stand up, his smile made the sense worse. He walked to my office, leaning against the doorway as I sat up, my eyes breaking from his gaze.
"Morning Bones."
"What's the new case about?"
His smile widened. "You know me well Bones."
I knew what was to come. What my day would be like. I faced another twelve hours of eye caressing and the sweet swirl of butterflies that would float up my abdomen every time he swept by me or caught my eyes in his own. I was reminded of a new reason to love my job everyday he stepped through the front door of the Jeffersonian. He sat next to me on the couch, creating and indent and heat that radiated to my thighs from his own across the fabric.
"I promise dinner if you promise to cooperate." The smile turned mischievous. A swirl started in my gut and swam up to my chest. It was going to be a good day.
A/N: Felt like writing Brennan POV fluff. I hope you liked it.
