(After The Change in the Game)

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I don't own Bones.

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Her long slim fingers would touch his tie so delicately and it would make him shiver. Booth wasn't sure why it affected him like that, but it did. She would stare into his eyes and the look on her face would be so serious and yet so intimate.

He knew she wasn't trying to make him react to her in anyway when she held or touched his tie because that wasn't who she was. Booth didn't think she even realized what she was doing to him. She was worldly and yet in some ways she could be innocent.

Brennan had had many boyfriends which Booth didn't like to think about, but those boyfriends had never treated her right as far as he was concerned. They had been only after one thing and love never entered the picture. Because of that missing element, she didn't realize what her touch could do to a man that loved her.

Over the years he had grown to love her as a friend, but in the back of his mind, he thought there was a chance that he loved her as more than a friend. Because she didn't believe in love and because he loved their friendship so much, he hadn't dared to cross a line that might destroy their relationship and yet . . . and yet when she touched his tie he felt a frisson course through him and he often had to fight with himself not to react physically to what her touch was doing to him.

Most times Booth had to fall back on mentally naming the saints in alphabetical order to help him not react to her touch. It was embarrassing and yet it was his burden to bear not hers. He couldn't tell her what she was doing to him, because he knew she might be afraid that he was trying to push her into a relationship that she didn't want.

Over the years, he'd steeled himself when she touched his ties and over the years he'd failed not to react in some manner. Luckily she seemed oblivious which saved him from embarrassment.

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They'd had a long day and they were both tired. Their personal relationship was three months old and what they had was now public. Their friends and colleagues knew about their relationship and they had accepted it for what it was, an inevitability.

As they entered Brennan's apartment, Booth removed his jacket and draped it on the arm of the couch. "Hey Bones, let's order something tonight. I think we're both too tired to cook and clean up afterward. Let's just take it easy tonight."

Grateful for the suggestion, Brennan placed her laptop and purse on the dining room table and turned to face her boyfriend. "That sounds like an excellent idea, Booth. You order what you want while I go change clothes.

Once the order was called in, Booth walked down the hallway towards Brennan's or maybe he should think of it as their bedroom. As he entered the room, he found Brennan in panties and bra removing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from her dresser. Leaning against the door frame, Booth smiled. "It'll be here in about 20 minutes."

As she pulled the t-shirt on, Brennan responded. "Excellent. What did you order?"

"Chinese . . . I have a coupon." Booth loved coupons and used them whenever he could even though Brennan thought it was unnecessary. "I have a buy one get one free."

After her shirt was on, Brennan pulled her hair from the collar. "Alright . . . are you going to change clothes?"

"Nah." Booth continued to lean against the door frame. "I'm too tired."

Concerned for him, Brennan walked over to where he was standing and placed her hand on his tie. "At least remove your tie." Slowly she pulled the tie so it was loser around his neck and once that was accomplished, she placed her hand on the back of his neck so he was leaning forward. That done, she removed his tie.

When her hands had first moved to his tie, Booth had froze. His eyes stared into her crystal blue eyes and he felt that inevitable shiver run through his body while she slowly removed his tie from around his neck. Once the tie was free, he captured her hands in his hands. "You have no idea what you do to me when you fool around with my tie . . . no idea at all."

Surprised, Brennan smiled and shook her head. "I don't know what that means."

Pulling her into his embrace, Booth nuzzled her neck. "I don't know how to explain it . . . when you touch my tie . . . it's like . . . it's like foreplay."

Intrigued, Brennan stretched her neck to allow him easier access. "Is this a recent occurrence?"

After a lingering kiss, Booth straightened up and stared at her puzzled expression. "No . . . no it's not."

"I've touched your ties several times over the years I've known you." Brennan placed her hands on the collar of his shirt and gripped the points. "Are you saying that you've always thought my touch on your tie was foreplay?"

His cheeks a dusty rose color, Booth nodded his head. "I couldn't help it. Even though we were just friends . . . I don't know . . . there's something sensual about how you touch my ties. Believe me, I've had a lot to confess to in church over the years and thinking about your beautiful fingers on my ties and what that does to me . . . well . . ."

"You think my fingers are beautiful?" Brennan glanced at her hands and back at Booth's smiling face.

Booth nodded his head and kissed her softly on the lips. "Everything about you is beautiful, Bones."

Her hands moving down his chest, Brennan stopped at his cocky belt buckle. "Thank you . . . I . . ."

A knock on the front door interrupted them. "Damn it." Booth glanced at his watch. "They were quicker than they said they would be."

Removing her hands from his belt buckle, Brennan stepped back. "We'll have to continue our conversation after dinner . . . I'd like to talk to you about your FBI t-shirts."

As he pulled away, Booth checked his pocket for his wallet and coupon. Pausing, he turned back to face his girlfriend. "My FBI t-shirts?"

Brennan smiled. "I love how you look in those . . . It makes me feel . . ."

Another knock on the door reminded them that dinner was waiting for them.

"Damn it!" Booth hurried down the hallway. "T-shirts Bones . . . we're going to talk about t-shirts as soon as we can."

Amused, Brennan walked over to the dresser and removed Booth's FBI t-shirt from the drawer. "Yes we will, Booth . . . we most definitely will."

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