The second and last part of the story. . .finally!
"I don't know Booth," she hedged. "You know I'm not the best dancer." He rolled his eyes.
"Don't worry Bones, I won't tell." The smile he gave her was a cheeky one. "Fine. But you can't complain when I step on your toes." He muttered something in reply but she couldn't hear it over the music. Since he was the one who asked, she waited for him to make the first move (though it seem he was waiting for her to make the first move). A minute or two later he rolled his eyes again, before grabbing her hand and pulling her onto the dance floor.
As they stepped onto the floor a new song started, while it wasn't as fast as some of the other songs it still had a pounding beat, and as she began to sway to the music she felt Booth's hands make their way around her waist. She was slightly surprised, but didn't swat his hands away. Returning the favor she slipped her own hands under his jacket to rest on his back.
Neither of them spoke as they continued to dance and by unspoken agreement they kept going when the next song started. As they danced she found herself becoming much bolder in her moves occasionally grinding against him and letting her hands stray from the safety of his back to dance across his chest. In retaliation he pulled her closer and grabbed one of her hands with his own, pulling it away from their bodies. For a moment she though that he was going to lead her into a tango and was surprised when he just kept on swaying to the pounding beat.
"Are you sure about this Bones?" He asked after a particularly sexy move on her part. She just nodded, and wondered if they'd been moving towards this for the past few weeks. A rush of giddiness filled her as he leaned in closer for a kiss. He was only a few millimeters away when a harsh screeching noise filled the room.
""Sorry! Sorry!" Ben apologized, his voice filling the room. "Hate to break up the party guys but some of the neighbors called to complain about the noise, so we're kicking everybody out." This statement was met by groans from the crowd. "If you came with a coat come see me or Eileen and we'll get it for you. Again, I'm sorry guys but I don't want to get a noise violation."
They turned to look at each other. "Well I guess it's time for us to go now," Booth said, offering her his arm. "Shall we get your coat?" She nodded and linked her arm with his, moving her hand until it was entwined with his. They began to weave their way through the crowd, though with everyone heading the same way it was a bit hard. She didn't know how long it took but they eventually got her coat and made their way back to the Tahoe.
While the ride back wasn't as tense as before it was still silent, both of them wrapped up in their own private musings. Half an hour later they pulled up to her apartment. "Thank you for taking me to the party Booth, I had a good time." "Don't mention it Bones, I had a---mfff." Making the split second decision to at least see what it would be like (again), she kissed Booth.
It was just as good as she remembered, but the fact that that she had chosen to do it herself (as well as the fact that there was no one watching them) made it better somehow. A few minutes later they broke apart, the both of them breathing a slight bit heavier than before. "Goodnight Booth," she said with a smile as she slipped out of the Tahoe and made her way to her apartment building. As she entered the building she was surprised that he hadn't followed her and asked for an explanation.
Once in the safety of her apartment she began to strip, not bothering to pick up her clothes as she made her way to her bedroom. She glanced at the clock as she changed into her pajamas, grateful that she'd get a decent night's sleep before Booth woke her up and dragged her to Sunday brunch. As she fell asleep she pondered the pros and cons of kissing Booth when he came to pick her up, and decided she'd it anyways, just to see his reaction.