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...MISTLETOE..
Memories of their last mistletoe kiss rushed through their minds simultaneously. Only this time, there was no puckish prosecutor around to push them together; there was no blackmail incident forcing their metaphorical hands. She was already in his arms, her face only inches away, and there was, as always, that magnetism that was constantly pulling them towards one another.
He only had to lean in, ever so slightly… and so, he did. As did she.
Their lips met and suddenly everything finally clicked into place. Moments under a sink, the reassuring safety and emotional closeness they felt towards each other, whispers in a museum reaffirming that whatever went on between them, should be theirs and theirs alone. Their lips moved in unison. It was intimate and sensual. Booth thought his heart would burst and he moaned at their synchronicity, noting that her enjoyment was as obvious as his.
Where should they go from there?
Reluctantly they parted and Booth immediately focused on her eyes. He saw the barely-contained storm behind her blues and was worried that she would run away from this, from them. He feared she would panic and close up to him, so he pinned her with a firm gaze, his eyes boring into hers, wordlessly pleading with her to stay.
He knew she would require time and space to process what was happening, and he was more than willing to give that to her. Relieved that she showed no outward, immediate signs of running, he let her slip from his embrace.
Thanking the photographer, Booth led Brennan to the elevator and pressed the button that would take them to the top floor. Words weren't spoken during the ascent, but surprisingly, the silence was not uncomfortable. She leaned against his shoulder and sighed quietly. Booth was confident that Brennan would talk to him when she was ready, and thankfully, they had the whole evening to do just that.
Booth opened the door to their suite. Entering, they slowly looked around in wonder and awe.
To say the room was 'big' would be the understatement of the year… It was huge. The windows, which looked out over the lake, were floor to ceiling and ran the whole length of the room. There were no curtains to block the beautiful view that would surely greet them at daybreak. It was dark outside at the moment, but with the snow highlighting the landscape, they could clearly see the lake and the mountains surrounding them. With a little bit of exploration, they would discover recessed blinds that could be closed, but there was no real need to do so. Being the only room on the top floor, and without any other buildings allowing onlookers to see into their little piece of heaven, they were free to enjoy the vista without hindrance. There was a garden down below, but being situated on the tenth floor, there was no threat of being spotted by guests enjoying the property amenities, so Booth and Brennan stood side by side, silently admiring the view, both stunned by the turn of events that led them to that moment.
The overhead light was dimmed, and around in the room lit candles were scattered and flickering. A big couch, accompanied by a small coffee table, was stationed on one side of the room facing the big-screen TV on the opposite wall. Of course, there was a large bed in the middle of the room covered with luxurious soft, silky pillows.
The bathroom was near the entrance, vis-à-vis to the closet, and their bags, which had been delivered, were placed near the wardrobe door. Their attention was quickly drawn away from the expansive view, and towards the large oval hot tub located in front of the center window. It was not, as one would expect, in the bathroom, but in the main room instead… and it was more than big enough for two. As promised, the tub had been filled, and a small display showing the temperature of the water also contained buttons to start the jets.
On a small table beside the hot tub was a bottle of champagne, ready to be consumed, and two glasses poised to be filled. Yes, everything was in place to welcome a couple on their honeymoon.
Only... they were not a couple.
Brennan approached the window, silently looking outside.
Booth knew that she was struggling to analyze her feelings and what it all meant for their relationship, and he wouldn't push her. As far as he was concerned, she could take her time; he would wait for her for as long as necessary.
To give her space, he asked if it was ok with her if he used the bathroom first. On receiving her wordless assent, he went in and locked the door.
The kiss under the mistletoe had shaken Brennan. Her emotions had become overwhelming and she felt like she was losing control. It was obvious that they were attracted to each other, but that had been the case since they first met. Adding to the physical attraction they felt were the feelings of belonging, the urges to spend time together, and the consistent need to know that the other was safe.
Brennan knew that it was up to her what, if anything, would happen next. She knew Booth well enough to recognize that he was handing the control over to her. The scientist was afraid of what would happen if they took that next step and their personal relationship failed... She was terrified for losing him. Brennan couldn't even think about a future without him, and deep down inside she believed that he felt the same.
As she considered their situation, she couldn't help but question her own hesitations. Hasn't he proven on more than one occasion that he wasn't going anywhere? Haven't his actions demonstrated his loyalty and shown that he would always be there?
This inner struggle that she battled, this emotional tug-o-war, was a matter of simple trust, too. If there was one thing of which Brennan could be certain, she could definitely trust Booth. She knew that if she were to lower her guard, to risk her metaphorical heart, he wouldn't let her down. Pondering the possibilities, she suddenly felt encouraged and excited of what would be next to come.
The anthropologist couldn't get their kiss out of her mind… She could still feel his soft lips moving over hers, his tongue asking for entrance. It was thrilling, arousing, and it was like coming home. Kissing Booth beneath the mistletoe, in the lobby beside the Christmas tree felt like they were finally on the same metaphorical page... and it felt right.
She smiled to herself, feeling mischievous. She had always enjoyed pushing him a bit out of his comfort zone, so she wondered what it would be like to have a little suggestive fun and let him squirm a bit... With a little twinkle in her eyes she turned to him as he re-entered the living area.
"Hey Bones, you should see this bathroom." Booth smirked and pointed over his shoulder towards the door from which he just exited. "It's the biggest one I've ever seen. The shower alone is nearly as big as my whole bathroom at home. And there're big, fluffy robes for each of us. You're gunna like it very much." He smiled at her, relieved to see her smiling in return. Obviously, he thought, she's feeling more relaxed and at ease.
"So, what are the plans for tonight?" Booth raised his eyebrows in question. "We could watch a movie, or you could first relax in the big tub over here…. I'm sure your muscles are sore from kneeling for so long on the cold ground, and I imagine your back is sore. It would probably do you good." He was standing near the tub testing the temperature and it felt perfect. "What do you think?"
"Hm, that sounds good," Brennan replied nonchalantly. "Let me change into something suitable for that bath. I'll be back in a few minutes." With that, she disappeared into the bathroom.
He had forgotten to bring a change of clothes into the bathroom when he retreated in there earlier, so he was still in his dress pants, only having taken of his white Oxford shirt, which left him in only his undershirt. Like Brennan before, he stood near the window to enjoy the view. Removing his undershirt to change into a T-shirt, he was distracted by a group of kids, playing outside in the hotel garden, having fun in the winter wonderland. He laughed, watching them making snow angels, having snowball fights, and screaming of joy. They reminded him of Parker, and the thought gave a sting in his stomach… he would miss his son dearly over Christmas.
He glanced over to the bed and tried to steady his increasing heart rate. Would he be able to stay on his side of the bed after that passionate kiss they shared in the lobby? He remembered the nights in Vegas when he could hardly sleep next to her; the images of those alluring dresses floating through his mind and interrupting his peace. He replayed the scenes from when Roxie's body was pressed against his, Tony's, torso… The way her arms felt draped around him, her soft lips brushing over his cheeks while in character… her cleavage luring his gaze.
He thought about the nights, the painfully long nights, in the RV, when the small space forced Buck and Wanda closer to each other. More than once, he felt the magnetic pull, the undeniable urge, to reach out to her, touch her, hold her. Her scent had surrounded them, making his body tense, throbbing with need and desire.
He recalled the countless nights at home when sleep wouldn't come… When at some point during the day, she had stood too close... When the mere sight of her made his head swirl and a simple touch of her hand made the blood rush through his body, in only one direction. He re-lived the many times when the need to be with her was so overwhelming that he almost sought to erase that line, that stupid boundary he had set to keep them apart.
How will I be able to resist her tonight? He shook his head and looked back outside into the darkness. Do I even want to resist?
When Brennan came back from the bathroom dressed in one of the white hotel robes, she stopped and held her breath. Booth looked more attractive than ever, naked to his waist, wearing only his pants. Like she told her cousin Margaret, she found Booth to be quite pleasing to look at, so she paused for an instant to relish the view before her eyes as he continued to look out the window. His shoulders were broad, the sculpted muscles in his back defined and statuesque… His physique more than impressive, she considered Booth an excellent specimen of the human male.
Booth had dimmed the lights in the room, wanting to give Brennan the chance to relax. The gentle flicking of the candles gave the room a golden shimmer. He hadn't heard her approach until she was already standing beside the tub.
As he turned to face her, their eyes met. While boldly holding his gaze, Brennan opened the knot to release the robe she was wearing. Letting it slip from her shoulders, she heard his gasp.
His partner was completely naked underneath the soft terry cloth and he felt like all the air had been sucked from his lungs.
A reverent whisper fell from his lips, "Bones..."
Please don't kill me ending the chapter here.