Flustered, Brennan rushed from her bedroom to the bathroom and back again. Growling in frustration when she realised she had actually forgotten to do anything in the bathroom, she hurried back and fumbled frantically for her toothbrush.
Booth had said he'd call into her this morning and take her out for a quick coffee before work. Which had seemed fine, at the time. Only Brennan had overslept slightly this morning and had completely forgotten their prearranged rendezvous until a few minutes ago. To be fair to her, Booth had made the plans yesterday and so many countless thoughts filtered through Brennan's head on a daily basis that she really couldn't be held accountable when she forgot a few details.
Finally managing to get the toothpaste to squirt onto the toothbrush, and not onto the floor as the three previous attempts had done, Brennan rushed back to her room, cleaning her teeth frantically as she went. She'd already had the quickest shower of her life, now she just had to figure out what to wear.
That shirt and those jeans? Or that top and those trousers? Those trousers only work with those boots though…
Holding up the various combinations to herself in front of the mirror, she decided that the top and trousers were best. She hastily pulled on the trousers and then looked around, half fearful, for the boots. Growling again, she set off on a thorough boot search, jogging through her apartment, depositing the toothbrush, and her subsequent mouthful of liquid, into the bathroom on her way.
In the living room, she fell over something on the floor and groaned inwardly as her knees hit the coach. Found the boots
She quickly slipped the boots on and wobbled off to her room once more. Just as she'd passed through the doorway, she heard Booth calling her.
"Bones? You ready?"
Grabbing her top off the bed, she wrenched it on and called out "Come on in, it's open."
She heard the sounds of her partner entering the apartment and the shuffling of feet as he looked for her. A moment later, his head popped around the bedroom door.
"You ok? All set?"
She nodded quickly at him.
"Just looking for my bag." He nodded thoughtfully, not fully comprehending why a missing bag was such a problem, and crossed the room to look out of the window. "Nice view, Bones."
She cast him a quick appreciative glance, then continued her search of the room.
"Eh…Bones?"
"Hmm?" She glanced at him expectantly, although her mind was still on the bag problem.
"Your...eh…your top."
Finally spotting the bag, she pounced on it triumphantly and then turned to face him, blowing strands of hair out of her eyes.
"What about it?"
"It's inside out."
"Oh." She looked down at herself. So it was.
"Right, well, you just…" She made a circling motion with her fingers. "And I'll just…"
Smirking slightly to himself, Booth obediently twirled around and faced the window. He quickly realised, however, that he could see his partner's reflection in the glass. He opened his mouth to inform her of the situation, then abruptly changed his mind. It was, after all, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
She's a smart girl. She can figure it out if she wants to
Although Brennan's representation in the glass was slightly out of focus, given her distance from the window, Booth saw enough to make his stomach flip-flop and his mouth go dry.
"Ok, I'm done." Booth spun around and faced her.
She raised an eyebrow. "I hope you didn't peek."
"Me? Peek? Never! I'm insulted you'd even suggest such a thing. That is questioning my honour, right there. You should be…"
Rolling her eyes, Brennan marched out of the room. "You coming? I'm in desperate need of coffee."
Booth slowly let out a breath of air. He mentally shrugged himself, trying to banish the alluring images he'd been witness to only moments before.
You're not the only one