Yes, that was the long awaited real kiss, and I can promise that there is more to come. A large number of you (me included) just want these two to jump in bed…and it seems they want to jump in bed as well, as neither was being very cooperative. Character's getting minds of their own is not a good sign…lol…okay you know the deal, please review, enjoy this chapter and have an awesome day – kate
When Brennan emerged from her bedroom, still drying her damp hair that had collected in matted tendrils down her back, she was greeted by a strange sight. Booth, normally a person who always took pride in his appearance, was lying face down on her living room floor, with one hand clamped over his arse. For a moment Brennan was speechless, her brain searching for a logical explanation. Maybe this is some new age hangover cure. Then she burst out laughing, the hilarity of the situation finally kicking in. She ignored the look of death that was shot her way as tears of laughter dribbled down her cheeks.
When the hangover headache began making its presence felt again, she finally calmed down and wiped off her damp cheeks. Making her way a little closer to Booth, Brennan noticed something that she hadn't seen before – a small rust coloured blood stain was just peeking out from under Booth's hand. Brennan suddenly felt a tad guilty. She had been laughing at her partner, unaware that he was injured. She hurried over to him and knelt down on the carpet beside him.
"Booth, are you okay?" Bones enquired, concerned.
"Yup, just peachy," he shot back. "I'm lying on the floor because I'm having a really interesting conversation with your carpet."
Brennan ignored his irrelevant sarcasm and pried his hand away. She moved the fabric of his pants slightly to see the full extent of his injury, causing him to wince. She winced for him when she saw what had happened.
"Ooooh…that is nasty."
Booth groaned. "Your apartment hates me. First the fridge and now the couch." He paused, and his voice became a little uncertain, "Is it really that bad?"
"The couch did this?" Brennan said incredulously. She glanced over at the offending article and noticed the delinquent spring. "Oh. I always avoid that when I sit down."
"I don't need a lecture," Booth retorted grinding his teeth together.
Brennan returned to the task at hand. "Seeley, just calm down. It's nothing I can't sort out if you take your pants off." He whipped his head around to look at her. "Get your mind out the gutter, Booth; I can't clean the wound through your pants."
Damn Brennan and her logical arguments, Booth thought. Then a thought unfurled across his mind and was out of his mouth before he even had time to comprehend it.
"You know Bones, how we're partners and all, and you want everything to be equal between us?" She nodded, a little uncertain as to where this is going. And Booth doesn't disappoint. "I think you should take your pants off too."
She blushed and punched him hard in the arm. "Booth!" Brennan yelled at him, angry at what he had just said, but at the same time a little excited by his implied meaning. Knowing she needed an excellent comeback, Brennan pursed her lips and thought for a moment. Then she grinned.
"Well, if you don't want my help, I can always drop you off at the hospital and you can explain to them how you suffered your injuries." Brennan got to her feet and grabed her keys from the kitchen bench. Booth is a picture of indecision. This is so embarrassing, he thinks but he knows that there is only one option. The hospital would be humiliation itself. She was just opening the door of the apartment when Booth finally swallowed his pride.
"No, its okay, you can look after it."
Brennan smiled. I could have some fun with this, she thought craftily. "Stand up," she ordered. As Booth did so, accompanied by various expletives, she crossed the floor until she was standing in front of him. Brennan surprised him by reaching for his belt buckle and slowly undoing it. I wish the circumstances were different, Booth thought. Booth could only blink as she swiftly down-troused him, causing him to feel slightly vulnerable as he stood naked in Brennan's living room. Brennan wanted to gape as she took in the view. As if on a timer, her brain cued a variety of naughty thoughts. Brennan found herself more that a little turned on, and after a quick glance at Booth, it was clear that he was in a similar predicament. Leaving him no time to think, Bones grabbed his hand, pulling Booth with her into her bedroom. Moments later he was face down on her rumpled bedspread.
As Brennan went into her bathroom to collect some medical supplies, she couldn't suppress a tiny giggle. Booth's normally swanky self-confidence had disappeared along with his pants. Brennan was treated to another montage of images involving herself and Booth engaging in various stimulating activities, causing a rush of desire to course through her. Now is not the time, she told her body firmly. When she returned the bedroom, Brennan climbed onto her bed beside him, and then a second later, straddled him. Booth let out a groan that had nothing to do with his medical situation. Oh, the unfairness of it all, he mused. As her tight thighs squeezed his, Booth felt himself begin to harden even more, but all dirty thoughts were erased from his mind as Brennan wiped peroxide across the wound.
"Temperance…" he hissed.
"Just lie still, it'll be over soon," she soothed, and then proceeded to wriggle into a more comfortable position, eliciting a gasp from him. She swiped some salve across the cut and then covered the whole lot over with a piece of gauze which she secured in place with surgical tape, using just enough pressure to elicit a reaction from him.
"You can get dressed now," Brennan said with a grin. She went back out into her lounge to rescue Booth's pants and on her return dropped them on the floor beside him. Booth still looked slightly unhappy, so on an impulse she dropped a soft kiss on his exposed cheek before leaving the room.
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Booth was left to calm himself down. As he pulled on his pants and had sad and banal thoughts, Booth felt sure that he had just had one of the most embarrassing moments of his entire life. In saying that, as embarrassing moments went, it had been hot. And one thing was clear; Brennan had definitely liked what she had seen.
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Half an hour later, an extremely sheepish Booth was recovering his keys from Sid.
"So how was your sleep over with Dr. Brennan, G-man?" Sid asked.
Booth scowled. "Don't ask." Brennan, who overheard the question from where she stood by the door couldn't help smiling.
Hmm, Sid thought. That meant they did stay together. Things were definitely heating up around here.
They left together, and Sid's eyes bulged as he watched Brennan place a soft kiss on the FBI agent's lips, before patting him on the arse. Booth shot daggers at her, and then limped off to his car. Sid felt a little confused, but then they had always been weird around one another. As he searched through his address book for Angela's number, Sid wondered whether he should insert ear plugs before he made the call. Angela was going to be so excited.