These are not going to be in any particular order as of yet, just things that grab me.
"Hey Bones"
"In the kitchen" she called out to him
"Hey" he leaned in and kissed her. "You know I was going through the boxes we tossed in the attic and I found one marked private. I wasn't sure what is was and I opened it and there are a bunch of …"
Brennan's head snapped in Booth's direction as her eye penetrated him like lasers "My diaries."
"Whoa" he held his hands up in defense. "I didn't read anything, I just picked one up and when I realized what it was I put it back. I only opened the box because I wasn't sure if I had put something in a box …"
"It said private on it Booth."
"And it's still private, I didn't read anything, I just thought you should know I opened the box while sorting through OUR stuff." He glared at her "I could have just taped it back up, but I didn't." He locked eyes with her briefly "I am going to drop off our donations." He grabbed his keys, kissed her cheek a little rougher than normal, and then gently kissed the top of Christine's head before turning to leave.
She looked at Christine "I shouldn't have acted that way." Christine just blew bubbles at her mother and slapped her hands against the tray to her highchair. "But they aret private, you understand don't you."
Christine smiled up at her mother "Da da da da da da da" she said as she bounced in her chair before stuffing a cheerio in her mouth.
Laying her daughter down for a nap Brennan grabbed the monitor and headed up into the attic. She found the box still in the same place Booth had left it. She sank down on the floor next to it. Carefully she opened the box and pulled out the top diary. She slid her hand over the leather cover and leaned back against the wall and opened it to a random page and began reading. As she read a smile crept up her face.
Dear Diary:
I find myself being distracted by Booth lately and today was no exception. A Santa exploded in front of him, causing Booth, himself, to become evidence. As the head forensic anthropologist it fell to me to collect the evidence off Booth, which entailed undressing him. I could have assigned an intern, however my intern for this particular case was Daisy and I didn't trust her to collect Booth's clothing as evidence. She has many times in the past made remarks regarding Booth's anatomy, I didn't feel she would be a good choice to undress Booth, no it had to be me if I wanted it done correctly.
When I stepped between Booths legs to loosen his tie I noticed he was looking at me strangely, a look I never have seen from him before. I notice him lick his lips like he was nervous, not sure what he would be nervous about. As I leaned forward to make sure I had tie free of the collar of his shirt I could feel his breath on my cheek, causing the sensation of chills that ran down my spine. It was momentarily distracting. When it came to taking off his shirt, I found my hands trembling, I hope Booth didn't notice. I am not sure why the simple thought and/or act of unbuttoning his shirt caused the trembling to occur. I've seen Booth naked before, but today I found I rather appreciated seeing his sculptured body.
It was a little awkward when Cam came in the room and found me kneeling in front of Booth while removing his pants. She seemed shocked and said something about mistletoe, I still don't understand what she meant; will have to remember to ask Booth.
Good night Diary
Brennan leaned her head against the wall the smile on her face never leaving. She understood now why her hands trembling when undressing him. They did to this day when she got to remove his clothing while both in an aroused state. Sliding her hands over his bare skin, feeling his body trembling at her touch and her body in turn responding to the heat rising from him reaching for her drawing her to him… She shook her head bring her thoughts back to the here and now.
At one time she had to rely on Angela to help her write erotic scenes, she never understood the connection and passion that Angela was able to created, she didn't believe it existed, she just assumed Angela had a overactive imagination. Oh she had sex; she was able to find partners to satisfy her biological urges. Until Booth she had never found one that she could lose herself in satisfying both her biological urges and her emotional ones too.
She heard the door open and it drew her back from her thoughts. She put the book back in the box and climbed down out of the attic. She continued into their shared bathroom where Booth was standing in only his boxers. She leaned against the door frame as she watched him. He locked eyes with her in the mirror.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just …" She dropped her eyes and when she raised them he had turned around and she was looking directly into his eyes. "I'm sorry"
Booth nodded "It's okay"
"No … it isn't. I know you would never read my diaries. I shouldn't have gotten angry."
He took a step forward, gave her a half smile, "It's okay, really." He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss. "I am going to take a shower, and then we can decide what we want to do for dinner.