Brennan slipped her shoe off, thankful that this was the type of restaurant with long tablecloths. It was time to try Angela's suggestion….
She slid her foot forward, brushing it against his ankle.
He froze.
She smiled and reached for her glass of wine, slowly sliding her foot up the inside of his leg, keeping her eyes on him, reading his response.
He raised his eyes to hers, his breathing seemed a little ragged.
Her foot was in his lap, rubbing against him.
She took another sip, casually, nearly spitting it out when an iron fist clamped around her ankle.
"Bones. You're not playing fair."
She looked at him guiltily. "I didn't know there were rules! You never said there was rules."
"Well, in that case, I guess there are no rules." He decided, his thumb starting to massage her foot.
She closed her eyes and bit back a groan. She loved having her feet massaged.
Booth smirked, wishing it were a little darker in the restaurant, so he could have some real fun.
She opened her eyes again, just in time to see his smirk. It steeled her determination, and she stabbed some pasta with her fork, leaning across the table, holding it out. "Here, try some. It's very good."
He let her feed him the forkful, then chewed slowly. "Tasty. Not as good as mine though." He leaned forward, his voice dropping so only she could hear it. "My Italian sausage is.. Orgasmic."
She dropped the fork, and he picked it up and handed it back to her.
The smirk was back.
She took a shuddering breath. That was definitely one of those double entendre's Angela had tried to tell her about, and she'd never understood. Now she knew. "I'm sure it is." She hedged.
He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Almost ready?"
"For what?"
"To go."
She slipped her shoe back on and stood up. "Yes."
He paid, and then they walked out to the SUV where he opened her door for her as usual.
As she climbed in, she grabbed his tie and pulled him close, sliding her other hand around the back of his head, pulling him in for a scorching hot kiss.
His hands found her hips, and he leaned into her, forgetting where they were until a horn honked right beside them.
Brennan bit at his lips as he pulled his head away from her, causing a shudder to run through him. He stared at her, his eyes like molten dark chocolate. "What are you doing tonight?"
"Hanging out at your place."
"Good. If we rent a movie, will it count as a date?"
She pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Yes."
"Good."
He stepped away and shut the door, jogging around to the other side of the vehicle.
He was in big, big trouble, and loving every second of it.
Booth lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, waiting.
Waiting to see if the nightmare returned tonight.
He'd done some research on nightmares during the afternoon in his office while he'd wiled away time until he could go pick up Brennan and take her back to his place for their second "date".
He snorted.
Second date. What a load of baloney he'd conjured up. He couldn't remember the last time he'd waited three dates before finding a bed.
But then, he couldn't remember the last time he'd had a date.
Or met a woman he'd wanted to date for more than one night.
Right from the first day they met, his heart had belonged to Bones.
The bickering, the torturous vetting of her dates, the meaningless dates of his own... Nothing had changed the fact that he was, irretrievably, hers.
And now she knew it too.
He smiled.
And she was His.
He liked the way that sounded.
Almost as much as he liked the way it felt.
They'd come home, had some Thai takeout, and cuddled up on the couch with their rented movie.
Some French film, with subtitles.
He'd let her choose.
At first he'd been dubious, but it turned out to be an alright film.
Especially since half way through, they'd stopped watching and started making out like a couple of high school teenagers.
Groping, grabbing, grinding... And lots and lots of tongue.
It was great.
Only one more date to go.
Tomorrow was Saturday, he was taking her to the amusement park.
She'd never been on a rollercoaster.
He couldn't wait.... It was going to be perfect.
She seemed to be really getting into the whole "dates" thing.
Which was good. Because he was going to try his best to make sure he was the last man she ever dated.
And he fully intended on taking her on "dates" until they were so old they couldn't go out anymore.
By then, someone would have invented a system where you could just plug your brain into a computer and go on dates that way, to anywhere in the world.
That would be neat. But probably not as good as the real thing.
He sat up, hearing a sound from Parkers room, and swung his feet out of the bed, tiptoeing over to Parker's door, pushing it open.
She was curled up in a ball, twisting her head back and forth, her lips moving, but silent.
She was having the dream again.
He went in and knelt beside the bed, pushing her hair back away from her face, again and again, in a soothing motion.
"It's ok Bones, I've got you." He whispered.
She gradually calmed down, turning her face towards him, her breathing now deep and regular.
She was so beautiful.
He pressed a light kiss to her forehead, and stood up, heading back to his room.
Now he could go to sleep.
Brennan picked at her cotton candy. "It's sticky."
"Yeah, isn't it great?" Booth replied, his mouth full of hot dog.
She pulled off a clump and put it in her mouth. "It melts!"
Booth nodded vigorously and took a long drink of his pop, before grinning at her. "Do you like it though?"
"Aside from the fact that it has absolutely no nutritional value… It's quite good."
He leaned over and pressed his mouth to hers, sliding his tongue into her mouth quickly before sitting straight and licking his lips. "Yeah, it is."
She frowned. "You, however taste of hot dogs."
He winked and stood up, offering her his hand. "Ready for the next ride?"
"Not the upside down one please."
"Ok, how about the loop one?"
She nodded, carefully eating more cotton candy as they walked.
"So… Sleep good last night?" He asked casually.
She shrugged. "I had the nightmare again."
"Yeah?"
She nodded, focusing on the horizon. "It was different though."
"How so?"
"You were there."
"Really?"
"Yes. You found me."
"Were you still dead?"
"Of course, I was in the stove with an enormous hole in my skull."
He paused, grabbing her arm.
She looked up at him, confused. "What?"
"So I didn't find you in time then?" He was frowning. The idea bothered him.
She smiled. "No. But you found me. That's all that mattered. You found me. Nobody would be left wondering where I went." She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You threw me a very nice funeral by the way."
"Yeah?" He perked up. "You know Bones. Maybe we should go visit Gordon Gordon tonight."
"I don't need a shrink."
"I know, but maybe he'll have some idea of how to get rid of the nightmare." He wrapped his arm around her and started walking again. "It could start to effect your job performance you know."
Her eyes widened. "Perhaps it would be a good idea, not that I believe in that psycho-babble."
"Of course not." Booth glanced at her knowingly.
"Booth?" She slid her hand into his back pocket.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for bringing me here. We should bring Parker some time."
"Sure Bones. You've got your hand on my butt by the way."
She felt him up a little. "I know. It's quite enjoyable."