'Right, case solved Bones. Now where's the nearest beach bar? I feel some serious rum-punch coming on.'
Brennan rolled her eyes as Booth rubbed his hands together in glee. Sgt Zavalla had confirmed that the remains were that of the teenager missing since February and that their job was finished. With two more days left, they now had some time to finally relax. Booth reminded himself that he was in no hurry to get back to DC, not with the possibility of seeing Bones in a bikini.
They headed back to the hotel with the plan to shower and change, then head out to a small fish restaurant on a nearby beach. Reaching their respective rooms, they agreed to meet in the downstairs bar in an hour.
Booth stepped into the shower and let the water run down his shoulders. He was relieved that Bones could finally relax a little. Dr Goodman had spoken to him before he left, and made him promise that her would encourage Dr Brennan to take some time away from the case. Booth could tell how tense she was, and he knew that it was directly linked to her ordeal in New Orleans. He just hoped that the mental scars would heal in time. He hated seeing her like this. She had lost her carefree nature, and he was determined to help her get it back. He was determined to take their friendship to the next level. He couldn't carry on like this anymore, she was just so irresistible to him. All the time they had been spending together recently had confirmed the feelings that he had for her.
Brennan flopped down onto her bed, realizing just how relieved she was that the case was over. She admitted to herself that Goodman had been right. She did need a vacation. And now Booth was here, she felt she could actually relax. As much as she hated to admit it, she did feel more secure when he was around. She had tried all day to put her thoughts of Booth out of her mind. It was obvious that they had been closer recently and she couldn't escape the fact that she had been apprehensive about being away from him for a whole week. But now he was here, she had relaxed and was prepared to enjoy their time together. As much as Temperance Brennan tried to suppress her emotions, there was no doubting that Seeley Booth touched her in a way that no other person had. It was definitely 'butterflies' in her stomach that she felt whenever he was around. This was something she was not used to at all. Deciding she ought to get ready, she quickly showered and then opened the closet to decide on what to put on.
An hour later, Booth was pacing the bar. The relief from knowing the case was over and they could relax had been replaced by anxiety. He hoped that Brennan would arrive any minute, carefree and ready to enjoy herself. He knew that he could easily scare her off by being too familiar with her, and the last ting he wanted was for her to spend the evening alone in her hotel room.
A moment later, his gaze was caught by a stunning brunette exiting the lift. Her face lifted and he realized it was Bones; his Bones. She looked stunning in a red silk dress that accentuated her curves in all the right places. She wore a coy smile on her face which made Booth stop and stare.
Brennan turned to exit the lift as it reached the first floor. She looked up towards the direction of the bar and saw Booth. He was dressed casually in jeans and a pale shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He really does have an amazing physique she thought, admiring the way his shirt pulled tight in all the right places. Pushing her lustful thoughts aside, she strode towards him, cursing her already painful high heels.
'Are you ready then?' he asked, looking into her eyes for some indication of her mood.
'Sure, so which way is the beach, I'm starving. And I don't know how long I can keep these heels on for…!' she smiled cheekily.
His mood immediately lifted at her smile. A pang of lust hit him in the chest as he realized just how romantic the setting was. Angela would be having kittens right now if she could see us, he thought.
Taking her hand in his, he led her out to the beach. He decided that it was now or never, tonight would literally be the night. He just had to tell her how he felt about her.