This episode was hard and frustrating but extremely fun to write! It takes places somewhere around season 4, I think.
Reviews are always welcome!
Disclaimer: Can I buy B&B and keep them in my desk drawer? They can bicker all they want in there. And make out. Totally fine by me.
Booth found Brennan sitting on the couch in her office. She sat cross-legged and papers were strewn around her. She was frowning at one page, concentrating, mouth slightly open, an upside-down V between her eyebrows. Half of her hair had escaped her pony-tail and she kept swiping it away.
Booth thought it was adorable.
"I got you cake." He said, and she looked up from the screen. Her eyes lit and she smiled at him. Booth flashed his cocky grin. The one that always made Brennan's heart beat a little faster. She convinced herself for the hundredth time that it meant nothing.
"Thanks. How's the party?"
The music from the Christmas party could be heard all the way to Brennan's office.
"Oh, it's great. Hodgins put pure alcohol in the eggnog without Cam noticing and now everyone's drunk. You should join in."
That was a lie.
The party blew.
Booth was bored.
Angela was no-where to be seen and Cam was busy yelling at Hodgins, so he had no-one to talk to. That was also probably because the only one he wanted to talk to was Brennan.
"Sorry Booth, but I have to sort out this stuff. I never knew that being a best-selling author came with so much paperwork."
She looked miserable.
"Alright, well then at least take a break and have some cake." Booth said, and Brennan gave in. She collected the papers on the couch and stacked them up on the coffee table, then patted the place beside her. Booth sat down next to her and handed her the paper plate. She took the fork and stabbed the cake with much ferocity and took a big bite.
"Hungry much?" Booth asked, amused. Brennan knew he was teasing her and she gave him no notice and took another big bite.
"I haven't had anything to eat since lunch." She explained, and Booth took this opportunity to lecture her about remembering every once in a while that she has to eat. Brennan's expression changed from good-nature to annoyance.
"Booth, I can take care of myself. You don't have to worry about me, I'm fine."
"I'm your partner. Partners take care of each other. And if taking care of you means bringing by a slice of cake from a lousy party so that you don't forget to feed yourself, then I will do just that."
"I thought you said the party was great."
"I lied. Now gimme a bite of that cake." Booth said, and took a big piece of it with his fingers. Brennan slapped them away.
"Hey!" She exclaimed. "That's my cake. Get your own." When Booth proceeded to take another bit with his fingers, ignoring her completely, Brennan scooped up some cake-crumbs and tossed them over at Booth. He was taken by surprise and looked at his partner in shock, but then a daring smile crossed his face.
"Oh really?" He said, and threw the bite he was about to eat at Brennan. A big grin lit up her entire face, reaching her eyes, which sparkled.
"Bring it out!" She exclaimed, laughing, and smeared some frosting on Booth's nose. Booth laughed too and corrected her.
"Bring it on, Bones. It's "bring it on"."
Soon they were throwing cake at each-other, howling war cries and dancing around the room. Brennan ducked behind her desk and a piece of cake splattered on the wall behind her. Booth ran at her and smeared frosting all over her face. She stuck some crumbs down his shirt. When there was no more cake to be thrown, they collapsed on the couch, out of breath, their stomachs aching from laughing. When they finally caught their breath and the laughter died down, Brennan sat up. Booth was very close to her, shoulders touching, and she could smell his Booth-y scent. There was no way to explain it, it was just his smell.
Booth turned his head to look at Brennan and burst out laughing again. One of the decorative flowers from the cake was stuck in her hair like a crown. Her confused look made him laugh even harder.
"What? Do I have something in my hair?" She asked and started fumbling with it. The flower was still there. Booth laughing made her start giggling again too. She managed to choke down the laughter bubbling up inside of her and gave Booth a stern look. Or at least tried to. It was extremely hard to keep a straight face.
"It's not like you look any better." She said and pouted. It was true. The frosting she had smeared on Booth's nose now crusted over and his hair was disheveled. There was also some cake stuck to his tie. He calmed down again and looked at Brennan more seriously, and picked the flower out of her hair.
"Bones, do you know that you're beautiful? It might be out of place, but you are. Even when your hair is a mess and you have frosting all over your face."
Brennan's heart thumped wildly. His face was so very close to hers. She could feel his breath on her cheek. He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and smiled at her. She had the sudden urge to grab the front of his shirt and kiss him. His lips looked so soft. Then the moment passed, like it always does, and like always, Brennan felt the tiniest twinge of disappointment that nothing happened.
"Merry Christmas, Bones!" Booth exclaimed a bit too loudly, and walked towards the door.
"Wait, aren't you going to help me clean up here?" Brennan asked hopefully. The mess was horrific. Bits of cake stuck to the walls and the papers on the coffee tabled were wrinkled and smeared with chocolate.
"See you tomorrow!" Booth called, and left her by herself.
Brennan sighed. This was going to be a long night after all.
Not sure about the ending. Any advice on that?