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Ira & Patientia
The sun had already fallen over the window of her office in bright orange colors that fell slightly over the desk, illuminating the papers in which she wrote swiftly with a neat handwriting.
Slow paces could be heard in the marble floor of the lab, walking in her way.
Even though her face didn't turn in the direction of the sound and her hand never stopped moving over the smooth paper, her lips turned upwards into a delighted smile knowing very well to whom that walk belonged.
Suddenly the sounds were no more and when she lifted her head she finally saw him for the first time in that day. Like always, a big smile adorned his strong face, and when a warm feeling spread around her chest she couldn't help but roll her eyes at the undeniable effect he always had in her.
"Hi stranger. Are you going to stay at the door for the rest of the night?" She said returning her eyes to the paper, finishing it with the long line of her name.
"No, actually… - He said, hands in the pockets of his jeans, entering the room finally – "I came to ask you something."
"And what would that be?" Putting down the papers and pen in a neat pile in front of her, she reclined in the chair and looked straight in his eyes.
"Do you want to come to a basketball game? I've got season tickets." And if it was possible his smile stretched more brightly than ever.
"I rather not. You know sports don't enthrall me."
"Come on Bones, it would be fun. – He was hoping that she would, at least share some of his excitement about the mundane things in life, like sports. Just for one night, the two of them would relax and enjoy life. - They'll even let me play if I ask them nicely"
He laughed shortly and by then he was joking, the only possible way for him to play was to smack his badge in some faces and he would have his way cleared. Deep inside he thought of that possibility, just to see the glint in her eyes whenever he did so, it was unmistakable that she liked when he showed off his power of authority.
"Now I really don't want to go!" She said muffling an erupting laughter.
"Why not?"
"Why would I like to see men running like children after a ball and throwing it around, it just does not make sense. I have things to do that will, for sure, delight me much more than a game."
A growl from deep in his chest came out, while pacing around the office.
"You didn't seem to have trouble going to see Sully play; I even bet that I would do so much better than him."
He was now officially annoyed, and even though he didn't want to bring such a sensible subject in the first place, it was in those times that she rationalized him into dumbness that he couldn't help but bring out some of his deepest aches.
Never before had he brought that issue to the table, and now that he did, it brought back feelings of loss and regret.
"I doubt that." Her face was plain serious, not an inch of amusement in those blue eyes.
"You do? Is that a conclusion from Dr. Brennan or the 'don't know anything about sports' Brennan?" The look in his eyes was one of challenge, one that he knew that she would accept with no second thought.
"So that you know, I do have knowledge about many concepts in sports, and it is a fact that Sully did play better than you."
She was now standing up facing him with her arms strongly crossed over her chest. The feeling that was now running in her veins was so familiar, it was the very own that boiled in their blood in the wild field of their arguments.
"How do you know? You never saw me play…"
"For an anthropologist like me it was easy to observe that he, indeed, had an innate ability to play rather exceptionally, much because of his muscles definition that gave him an edge in agility and strength in a physical task."
"Are we still talking about sports?"
This was driving him crazy, over the edge insanity was not his strong point to handle, especially with her talking about the achievements of an ex-boyfriend.
"Yes, why?"
"Never mind…" He sighed deeply, turning away from her once more. His hands gripped his waist tightly, preventing a rising anger in his firsts that shortly would be displayed in the nearby wall if the argument was not bound to end up shortly.
"Besides… you can't play at all. You have a bad shoulder, you told me so yourself."
"I could still kick his ass, any day of the week." In a whisper, he vented is wounded pride.
"That, I would like to see." She wondered to herself, the irrationality of having two definitely strong and healthy men fighting for control, like so many times before in history, like many times in fairytales. In spite of not being a princess in distress, and that logic never left her mind, it would be flattering to see those men fight.
"You know what we should do? End this conversation so I can leave your office, or else our anger will get us at each other's throats, very soon."
He then turned to face her and found himself close to her, their bodies barely touching, invading each other's private space and their faces only inches apart.
She was a tall woman, long and elegant upon her legs, someone who could stare directly in his eyes without quivering under his piercing gaze and massive body structure.
"I'm not angry! You are." She pointed out, titling her head to the side, angling their noses in a perfect synchrony. They were so close she could feel his raged breath caressing her cheeks.
"Of course I'm angry; you talk about Sully like he was your personal Adonis."
And he hates that. Not that his friend could be compared to that standard of beauty but when she talks about him, he feels something boil in his heart, a mixture of emotions between jealousy and fury for he wished to be the one who she talked about with such passion and adoration.
"You shouldn't be… you'll be punished for that. Wrath is a…"
"Sin, I know! But I'm already being punished." He said looking straight in her eyes.
"And how are you being punished already?"
"Every day we fight about something different, about a case or even coffee and every time you need to have the last word with your accurate words and ramblings that will have me back down, but never you. You can't just accept defeat, can you? And I have to put with all the blabbering and constant childish behavior from your part."
The second the words crossed his mouth and were absorbed by her eyes he knew he had gone too far. He saw there, in the immensity of her azure orbs a deep hurt.
Among his rapid breathing, his face red in fury and the veins that were slightly pumping in his neck, she could see, in his chocolate brown eyes, the regret and pain he was feeling right now for his careless words.
She took it by heart, although her brain still processed the angered accusations coming from her partner and it hurt more than she could ever imagined coming from him, her heart knew that they were unfounded and forgave him. Not without one last word.
"Are you calling me a child, Agent Booth? Or should I call you Agent Baby? I'll give you another 5 minutes for you to pout."
"Bones, just shut up already."
"Sometimes, I hate you." She didn't know what made her say those words, and evermore if she really felt that, but in the end she still smiled teasingly at him.
"What did you say?" His eyes widened.
"You're everything I ever despised." And then there was a glimpse of cold in her blue eyes that made his heart sank in sadness.
"What?"
"You are an arrogant, self assured, egocentric alpha male…"
"That really hurts coming from you…"
"What do you mean by that?" She was, now, genuinely confused.
"You're an alpha woman yourself. You're actually quite arrogant and act all high and mighty with your intelligence, and you actually believe that you are better than most people."
Her mouth was agape from his statement.
"I actually am. My IQ is beyond average and I have three doctorates to prove that fact."
"Well, three doctorates won't get you through real life, you know." Now he was just twisting the sensitive areas, where he knew he could do as much damage as possible.
That is the danger of being too close to another human being, she knew. They trusted each other so openly, so intensely that they knew exactly where to push and pull to obtain the right emotions.
This time, anger, fury and rage.
They were in the road to hurt one another with serious effects. A good thing was that life thought her how to fight back.
"You don't have to get angry just because you don't have one. It's perfectly normal for someone like you not to accomplish as much as I had in academic career."
"And what do you mean by that?"
"We both know what that means, you were that guy." She had him, right in the center of her hand. Her eyes sparkled in triumph.
"I might have been that guy but now I'm just a regular person trying to make this world a little better. I've changed Temperance, and you know that."
He was calm now; the fiery flames of anger were no longer illuminating his eyes and a softness she had never seen before invaded his soul.
"It's true, you have changed. And even though you have your faults… as I do, you have a heart larger than yourself, you are driven by justice and truth, and you do everything to ensure the happiness of the ones you love even though it might cost your own happiness or even your life. For that, I love you so much more."
"What?" His heart had officially stopped and his eyes widened dramatically.
"What what?" Once again, she was confused.
He laughed softly while his hands came up to cuddle her face.
"Temperance Brennan, I love to hate you!"
Suddenly his lips were over hers, savoring the emotions running wild, annoyance, confusion and finally acceptance. As his hands traveled down her neck she could feel the softness of his lips worshiping hers with delicacy.
And as fast as it started it was already over, his lips left her mouth slightly parted and with closed eyes.
He turned to leave the office and was by now convinced he would be enjoying the company of loneliness, when he heard her hurried paces behind him.
"Wait for me!" – She shouted a few steps behind and saw him throwing a cocky smile over his shoulder – "I'm going with you." And she smiled back, shaking her head in defeat.
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