The next morning Brennan rummaged around in the dresser until she found what she was looking for.
"Ah, most excellent." She tossed her prize onto the bed as she pulled on some socks (the tamest pair in the drawer, just…black)
With a smile, she walked over to the full length mirror, breathing a small sigh that this was probably the last time she'd really get a chance to see such delineation of stomach muscles. As her fingers splayed slightly against skin, she caught her own eyes in the mirror, then gasped. Oh dear…was that what her eyes said when she looked at Booth? She would have to work on not being so transparent.
Bending over, she pulled on jeans, then securely fastened the cocky belt buckle in place, it's meaning now more clear. Turning with a smile, she reached for the white polo shirt she'd laid on the bed, pulling it over broad shoulders, then tucked it into the waistline.
One last look in the mirror….
Nice.
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Booth fiddled slightly with the windshield wipers, but for once was thankful for the nastiness of the storm. This HAD to work, or he was going to go crazy. At the first sound of thunder, he dialed the phone.
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"Hello…"
No sooner had Brennan spoken when a streak of lightning slashed the skyline, and they both jumped.
Booth scrambled to pick up his phone and took a deep breath, "Bones, you okay?"
"I think so" She answered, "But there will be only one way to tell."
Booth nodded. "I'll see you soon."