Chapter 2 – Nakey Tickle Monster
A/N – We have decided that after Road Trip – New York we are going to do more, in other places. If you have any places let us know. We're going to do one in our home town. Watch out for that.
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The following day Brennan woke up with a wide – eyed smile on her face. The day before something inside of her had finally clicked and her eyes had been opened to who the man that she called her 'partner,' Seeley Booth, really was. His exposed taught stomach had helped swiftly increase this new discovery. That day had strangely changed her, she had a new flirtatious confidence with Booth, a side she didn't know existed. Temperance Brennan had used her 'seductive' voice on him.
Later that day whilst she was sat at home crossed legged on her bed, cup of coffee within reach, writing a chapter for her new book. She was distracted by new breeds of thoughts about Booth. Then her 'Blackberry' rang from underneath her. Foreigner's 'Hot Blooded' reverberated throughout her room. This signalled that her call was from the man of the moment Special Agent Seeley Booth. She took a deep breath before she answered. She answered the same way she always did, even though she knew who the caller was.
"Brennan" Her voice oozing with confidence.
"Hey Bones, It's me." He paused unsure what he was going to say. "New York sounds good. Um… So what's happening there with the cooking thing?"
She smiled a triumphant smile at Booths agreement to join her. "Well the show has invited the 'New York Best Sellers Top Ten Authors' to take part. Everyone is required to get someone to cook with them. Others have chosen Celebrity Chefs, but I … thought it would be fun to do it together."
"Hey bones, who said I could cook?" Booth replied.
"Booth, who said you'd be cooking?" She countered, "You're very good at the washing up."
"That's low Bones, really low. Haven't you seen my 'Naked Chef' impression?"
A loud splutter comes from the other end of the line. Temperance Brennan had taken a generous sip of her lukewarm coffee at the same moment her partner had mentioned the 'Naked Chef.' His words had caught her off guard and in a momentary lap of all sense of decorum, her mind had conjured up an image of her partner that had made her inhale a deep breath, however forgetting the coffee in her mouth this deep breath made the coffee go down the wrong pipe. Hereby causing the Forensic Anthropologist to choke. Trying to catch her breath she spluttered her mouthful of coffee all over her newly acquired Egyptian cotton bed sheets, that Angela had made her buy the previous month.
"Bones are you okay?" he said now alarmed at hearing Bones coughing uncontrollably down the other end of the phone. "The 'Naked Chef's' Jamie Oliver. The British Cook."
She by now had finally composed herself. Her throat now sore from the coughing.
"It's on Saturday." She said, trying to forget the moment that had just passed. "So we should probably leave, um… tomorrow morning, early."
"Ok, I'll pick you up at seven, so we don't catch the rush hour traffic. Where are we staying?"
"In the Hyperion" She said.
"That's strange, I've heard of that place before. But I can't put my finger on where." Booth said.
"Oh and there's no need to worry about cost. My agents covered the cost."
Just as she had finished Booth started to speak.
"Bones! What about the paper work?"
"What paper work?"
"The one that I came to see you about finishing yesterday. You know, YESTERDAY?"
She paused thinking back to that time, the look, the heat, his presence near her. She coughed to clear her throat.
"Yes Seeley." She paused extending his name. "I do remember yesterday."
"Well then Temperance. What should we do about the paper work?" He retaliated by also extending her name. "Thai food sound good. Speed dial, just press three." He chuckled. She could picture his infamous charm smile as he said this.
"Yeh! Bring it to mine. See you in twenty minutes." She put the phone down without a wait for a reply. They were now seasoned experts at the "Thai take-out routine" Also her breath had been taken away by the chuckle that still echoed in her ears.
Fifteen Minutes later her doorbell rang, it was Booth. He was early, Temperance was now caught in limbo. Leg half caught in her favourite black and red panties. She quickly put them on. Then she removed her towel from her head and wrapped it around her top half. Why did he have to choose now to be early? She searched desperately for her jeans, but to no avail. A loud bang came from the other side of the door and a shout followed. "Bones, open up, I can't feel my hands." His voice was desperate. She looked in the mirror, tightening the towel around her top half. 'Screw it' she thought as she walked towards the door in her towel and panties. She opened the door quickly, pulling Booth in with her free hand, her other hand clutching at her minuscule towel.
Once the door was closed, she shot him a look and turned, trying to walk confidently towards the safety of her bedroom. Booths eyes glazed over as she turned. "Bones, why have I never seen this little outfit before?" he said with a jokey tone in his voice, his mind asking him seriously, why not?
She shouted back "you're five minutes early, booth" closing her bedroom door.
Booth went to the kitchen and sorted out the food. Now knowing where everything was kept. Booth had missed this place when Bones had been with Sully.
Temperance emerged five minutes later, fully dressed in Jeans, and her old grey university hooded sweatshirt. She entered her living room and looked at Booth sat on her sofa, eating his box of noodles. She picked her box off the table and sat down next to Booth, neither of them talking as his smile to her had said it all. The evening passed quickly and before long they had finished the required paper work and were chatting unaware of the passing time.
"All I'm saying Bones, is that I hope that I will never have to explain to Parker the ins and outs of 'Nakey Tickle Monster.'
"'Nakey Tickle Monster,' What in Gods' name is that?"
"I'd rather it wasn't Bones, and um… well 'Nakey Tickle Monster' is how Parker thinks babies are made. And let us just leave it at that."
Brennan chuckled at her partner's embarrassment at the subject. Their conversation was disturbed by the bleeping of her radio alarm. Both of them looked at the clock, 12:00 flashed in their eyes. "Well Bones I better be off" Booth muttered. Not really wanting to leave.
"Yeh. Thanks for the Food." She said signalling towards the empty boxes that were sewn around her living room. She walked with him to the door.
"Well see you in seven hours, bright and early. Oh and Bones next time I'll come ten minutes early." Was his parting wish, accompanied by a wink.
She laughed as she closed the door. She leaned against the door, and unknown to her, Booth mirrored her movement on the other side. Both inhaled simultaneously, both are aware that between now and seven o'clock they have to pack and get ready. Both smile, as their thoughts wondered. Their evening had been littered with suggestive behaviour on both parts, maybe, just maybe a few days was all they really needed.
A/N2- Reviews will encourage us to update quicker. Be click happy and thanks for reading. Any advice about where to go is always appreciated. If you are wondering (which you probable won't be) 'Nakey Tickle Monster' came from a lack of sleep on both parts and a need for some immaturity, it's always good. Oh and finally there is an Angel reference can you get it? Amy and Freya xxx