Chapter 11
Brennan walked quickly into her office and looked through her inbox. Booth followed her and stood just inside the door. She sat down to work on the computer.
"No you don't. We are going to get something to eat." Booth walked to her and turned her chair. "Cell phone charger." He commanded playfully.
"Booth, I am checking my messages." She said coldly. She attempted to turn her chair back.
"No way, you are coming to get food. You haven't eaten for hours." Booth tried his best smile complete with an eyebrow wiggle.
"I am not Parker, you are not going to tell me what to do." Her voice was strained and angry. She stood up forcing Booth to take a step back. "You storm in here announcing my schedule for the week, you drag me to interview people and don't want me to speak, you announce when I should eat, when I should sleep. I am a world famous forensic anthropologist and I work for the Jeffersonian! Not for the FBI and NOT FOR YOU!"
She stepped toward him but instead of stepping back he grabbed her and pulled her in pressing his lips to hers. He held her close though his grip softened. He parted his lips slightly and she deepened the kiss. He reveled in the kiss, feeling her, smelling her, tasting her. She responded, relaxing into him, her arms reaching around his ribs. He released her arms and brought his hand to her face holding her gently and rubbing her cheek with his thumb. He could feel tears on his cheeks, he wanted to look in her eyes but he didn't want to stop.
They held the kiss until their lungs screamed to breathe. Finally they broke apart, panting. She didn't meet his eyes. His hands still tenderly held her face and he lifted her face up to look at him. He tilted her face up to see her crying. She wouldn't meet his eyes.
"Bones, I..." She pulled away and ran from her office. He turned to see her brush past a man standing there. Max.