Booth paused in the living room, his arms full of take out containers.
He could hear the shower running. Had she forgotten he was coming over with supper?
Maybe she wanted him to … He thought, but then shook his head. If she wanted to make them "even" she would have been frigging herself on the couch when he walked in, she was blunt like that.
No, she must just be having a shower.
With nice hot water running all over her perfect skin and perfect breasts and down to her perfect ass… He stared blankly off into space for a moment enjoying the thought, before shaking his head again.
She'd walked in on him, they'd bantered about it, and then they'd gone about their jobs like nothing had happened. She didn't think of him like that, though she had seemed to like what she saw.
But she'd seen it before.
Okay, maybe not like that, but she'd walked in on him in the tub that one time and…
He set the cartons down on the coffee table and turned on the stereo so that she would know there was someone in the apartment.
If she had any sense she'd get fully dressed before coming out to see who it was.
He stood in the kitchen, not quite sure what to do with himself. Usually he would grab himself a beer and then relax on the couch, but he couldn't get this morning out of his head, seeing her coming through the door, just like he'd been imagining, only he'd been imagining a different ending, one with her sprawled on the bed beneath him, her fingers digging into his back and her mouth screaming his name…
He coughed and took a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling, praying for the strength to keep himself under control, and his libido in check.
It was bad enough she had walked in on him.
What if she knew he was thinking of her as he'd stroked himself?
He couldn't be sure he hadn't spoken her name aloud. He sometimes did, he remembered at least one time when he'd gone out into the living room after a morning session and Parker had asked what Bones wanted on the phone so early in the morning, assuming that the mumbled name he'd heard from his fathers lips behind the closed door as he'd left his room and trekked to the kitchen for his breakfast cereal a little earlier than usual had been spoken into the ever present cell phone.
He shoved his hands in his pockets and waited.
He'd take his cue from her.