Booth stalked into the kitchen fully dressed, and shoved a donut in his mouth. "Let's go."
"You have nothing to be ashamed of Booth." Brennan smirked.
"Yeah, you weren't the one who got walked in on." He shook his head, playing it cool. "What are you doing here anyways?"
"I wanted to surprise you on your birthday."
"Well, you did. Maybe next time you'll knock."
She smiled. "Maybe next time you won't."
He stared at her. "What?"
She shrugged. "I do it too you know. I think most people do."
"I don't really want to talk about this Bones."
"It was an impressive sight." She ignored his request.
Booth raised his eyebrows silently.
"I'm quite impressed. Really." She picked up her bag and went to go find her shoes. "If I'd been here sooner, I might have helped you."
His eyes widened as he watched her walk out of the kitchen.
She might have helped him?
He could feel his brain fizzle.
Surely she was just saying that to help him get over the embarrassment of being caught, heavy handed.
And at the point of no return.
His face flushed and he buried his head in his hands. Never in his life had he done that in front of another person.
The person he was thinking of.
And it had been intense.
Very intense.
He was still tingling from that release.
"Are you coming Booth?" She called, unaware of the double-entendre in her words.
How to answer?
Booth the partner argued with Booth the man.
Booth the Man won.
"I already came Bones." He walked over to the door and pulled on his shoes, smirking when she blushed suddenly, her brain finally connecting the verbal dots.
"Yes, you did. Is it always like.."
"Bones."
She could smell the shower gel he'd used in his military quick shower, and his hair was still damp around his ears.
"Yes?" She breathed.
"Let's talk about that.. Later. We're going to be late for work. I wouldn't want you to be late, twice today." He winked.
She stared at him, thoroughly discombobulated. "If you'd make up a schedule.." She began, taking him seriously.
"So you can come watch?" He shook his head No, trying not to laugh as her face fell slightly. "I prefer spontaneity. But in the future.." He paused. "In the future." He lifted her chin in his hand, studying her face. "Either knock, or watch less and participate more. I don't like to be the only one naked."