A/N: Set mid-Two Bodies in the Lab. Just alittle piece; Booth POV, introspective. One-shot.
Disclaimer: I think you get it. I don't own Bones, sorry.
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He has already learned more about Temperance Brennan than he had planned to.
Most prominent of his findings is her love of music, which is obviously a hidden but immense pleasure of hers.
He only plays the Foreigner CD because he knows she never intended for him to see it. He knows how to push her buttons just enough, how to drive her to the brink of insanity only to lure her back down again with his charm.
And even as she denies ever knowing of the disc's existence, he can see a glint in her eyes that tells him she's thoroughly enjoying this.
He smiles as she finally gives in and joins him in his playful fun. As they jam air guitars and shout the lyrics to the well-known tune, he begins to cement this event in his mind. Every flip of her hair, twist of her hips, and movement of her body is catalogued in his brain.
He has never, ever seen this side of her so exposed before. He knew it was there, but only got to see it in scattered bits, a little here, a little there.
She keeps herself so guarded and formal all the time, which he assumes is her way of keeping other people out of her life. What she is scared of, he isn't quite sure, but he figures it's loss. God knows she's been through enough of that already.
Seeing her here, lost in the fun of a moment such as this was something he wanted to remember forever.
This was the night that the wall around Temperance Brennan's heart came down, if only for a moment.
And another glance at the expression of pure joy on her face makes him confident in the fact that this is a night that he will never forget.
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End
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