I really don't know why but these chapters are becoming very long and oh so much fun to write! I'm having such a great time writing the sins, I also hope you're enjoying reading them.
This chapter is dedicated to Leah (CSI-4077) for her suggestion for this sin! Thank you!
Invidia & Humanitas
The burning lights of the lonesome candles flicked among the darkness of the bathroom where a motionless body sank in the millions of perfumed bubbles in the water. The lights reflected in the eyes of the only person in the room, burning red against sky blue.
She played with a half filled glass of red wine in her right hand, twisting it around liberating the warm scent of berries and grapes.
Her head rested against the end of the tub, her hair falling in long damp auburn curls over her shoulders.
With a heavy sigh she let her body sank further into the welcoming water, ready to wash away the unpleasant thoughts of a very long day.
Images paraded in her mind, multicolored spectrums of actions and waves of obnoxious feelings clouding her judgments and arising unexpected emotions that never before her rational brain would allow them to surface.
Another sight came while she took a sip of the red liquid in her hands.
"Why can't I stop thinking about them?" She asked in defeat, the question echoing in the walls around her.
Earlier that night she had gone out, looking for the partner she hadn't seen all day, and lately hadn't seen very often, for he had his head occupied with other aspects of his private life.
When she arrived at the Diner, she expected to see him in the other side of the window, sitting alone by the table enjoying a slice of pie.
But this time her vision betrayed her expectations and what she saw from the place she stood in the other side of the street wrapped her heart in sadness.
He was there all right, sitting in the same place as always, but the fact that she was not the person sitting across from him in the table changed her perspectives forever and opened her eyes to reality.
She felt like her place as a friend had been replaced by another person and yet, it was not quite the friendship she was feeling slipping away between her fingers, unable to reach for him again, but something else she didn't understand.
"I knew he had been dating these days, quite a lot. But actually see it was unbearable." She confessed to the almost empty glass.
"And yes, she is tall and blonde, but didn't appear to be intelligent though."
The feeling she got from the sight she saw in front of her eyes was one of unease. The girl had been laughing openly at probably something he had said, and even though his mouth was turned into a small smile it didn't quite reached his eyes.
"He always smiles brightly with me… I can always spot that sparkle in his eyes." She missed it the most. For long weeks she hadn't seen him as happy and careless as before.
A laugh erupted from her.
"Here I am, drinking wine, feeling sorry for myself for not being blonde while he might be proposing to her." Even though she didn't believe in marriage and all sort of long term commitments a raising feeling in her heart made her feel miserable for not being the one to whom he questioned.
She blamed it on genetics, for not being born a perfection of nature like the women that seemed to please his eyes, which seemed to turn him on, making his blood heat like no other woman could.
A helpless frustrated sound escaped her lips. She wanted to know, more than anything, why he kept dating different woman every week, all them equally the same, and when she knew his reason why she could finally be able to think clearly again.
Stepping out of the bathtub with a decision in her mind and determination in her steps, she quickly dressed and headed towards his place, in search of the needed answers.
When she arrived at his doorstep it took a while to calm her raging breath letting the confidence that characterized her invade her being.
Her hand rose to knock on the door but stopped suddenly.
"What if she's there with him?" She questioned herself low in her voice. - "What if they are…?" Her eyes widened in realization. – 'Stop it already, Bones. He's a man, he's allowed to seduce woman into his bed.'
"Bones?" She snorted – "I'm officially insane, talking alone and calling myself by that infamous nickname."
"Bones?"
Her face rose to meet his presence standing at the now opened door, he wore a cocky grin in his features probably amused by her struggling at this hour at his doorstep.
"Hello, Booth…"
"Come in."
His face titled in understanding, seeing the unsettled feelings in her eyes and immediately stepped aside allowing the space for her to enter his house.
She walked inside and as she did so, the still wet strands of her curled hair exhaled a soft perfume that brushed his nose, making him close his eyes in delight.
When she was finally standing in the middle of his living room waiting for him to close the door and accompany her to the sofa like he always did, she found herself facing a woman that she didn't knew but could place as the blonde date of her partner.
The woman was exceptionally tall, almost as tall as herself, had shoulder length curled hair and soft blue eyes that stared at her with cold indifference.
He came to stand in between the two women, forming a perfect triangle. His face held not the many wrinkles it had when he smiled brightly and quite on the contrary, his eyes looked sad and tired.
"Bones, this is…" He tried to say
"I know." She waved her head vehemently. It was obvious, even to her, who that woman was. – "She's another one of his conquests. It's all right; she seems to have all the requirements to satisfactorily please you in a physical way."
"Bones, it's not…" He tried once again to reason with her but it seemed that she was not in her logical sense, and cut him off abruptly.
"No, it's ok Booth. You're a grown up man, you can do as you please with your love life. I just wanted to know why you always pick them like this…" And she pointed at the astonished woman, clearly stating her point.
"Like what?" He stared at her with confusion in his eyes.
"Booth…" She exhaled tiredly. – "Beautiful, tall and excessively blonde."
'Completely different than what I am…' Her mind whispered in silence.
"Bones, I…"
"No, let me finish! Objectively I know what you see that is so attractive in her. In the modern culture we live, a male is exposed to the high standards of beauty that are being portrayed by icons of tall and blonde, and you, like a common man, it's not your fault to succumb to the pointless and shallow fact of being sexually attracted by those icons."
She paced around, gesturing her words, strongly waving her head during her speech, under the amused eyes of her partner and blonde date.
"I…" He voiced again.
"But you're not a common man, Booth. You're not. And I don't understand why you like them and…"
"Temperance!" He groaned at her, stopping her body and rambling with both his hands on her shoulders.
"What?" She snapped at him. At this moment she wanted to go on talking endlessly, rather than to face both of them in this room, and the more she thought about it the more the words crossed her mouth without previous warning.
He looked deeply into her eyes and she saw there the previous amusement entwined with the warming feeling she had been missing. She was now breathing heavily under his gaze and he couldn't stop himself but to laugh quietly at her confused expression.
"This here is my cousin, Helen." One of his hands pointed at the girl who was now standing behind him with a genuine smile so much alike of the one of the man who was in front of her. – "I've been trying to say that since you came in."
Her face turned an intense crimson when she came to her senses and her reason processed his words. She had been wrong all along, and even made a fool of herself.
"I… I apologize, I didn't know." She said to the woman. The embarrassment hit hard at her reason.
"It's all right, honey. How could you possibly know?" The woman smiled sympathetically. "Seeley, it's late, I think I should go now. Goodnight."
With a light squeeze on his shoulder she walked silently to the door and closed it at her departure, leaving the two partners alone inside.
"I'm so sorry, Booth." Her voice was trembling with the rush of adrenaline that was formed early.
And suddenly he was laughing out loud, expanding his chest with breaths he tried to take among the shaking of his body.
"Bones, were you… jealous?"
Mouth agape and eyes widening dramatically, she was assaulted by the outrage of his statement.
"No, I was not. I'm no red eyed monster!"
"Green eyed."
"Whatever. I'm not!" And in spite of the early embarrassment, she laughed quietly at her own actions.
He leaned forward in her direction and his lips came in contact with her ear. They played with the flesh there bringing a faint moan out of her lips.
"I think you were envious of those women I dated before."
"How..." She gulped, caressing his cheek with her own. – "How do you know?"
"Because they were not you."
"All right then, what if I was jealous? What are you going to do about it? And them?" She whispered back in his ear, a sensuous torture on his senses.
"Nothing. Those women were a delusion to my mind. The one and only I ever wanted was right in front of me. Standing tall in her intelligence, the beautiful curves of her body covered with a lab coat, the blue eyes of her sparkling when they saw me and the most soft auburn curls I ever touched."
He placed a chaste kiss on the flesh of her neck, which brought shivers up her spine, making her round his neck with her arms, bringing him impossibly close to her heart, erasing the sinful thoughts away.
Envy makes poor Brennan embarassed.
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