"Sorry sir, but we only have one room left. There is a family reunion going on and it's all we have." The clerk at the desk said.
Great this hole in the wall town has 1 hotel and it has one room. Booth felt like his head was going to explode.
"That's fine, we can share the room." Brennan piped up.
On the elevator Brennan could tell Booth was aggravated. "I don't see what the problem is, we are booth grown adults, sharing a room with a colleague isn't a big deal. It isn't like we haven't done it before. I will take the couch or floor, you can have the bed." She stated in her usual matter - of - fact tone.
He started to open his mouth but closed it again. Great she just thinks his discomfort is over sharing a room with a woman. She doesn't get that it is because the woman is her. He could share a room with any woman in the Bureau and it wouldn't be like this. Yeah he might be a bit self conscious or get a flick of something if he was a beautiful woman, but what he felt with her was much more than that.
He just needed a nice hot… well maybe cold shower and to get to sleep. That's what he needed.
They went in the room, it was quite nice. A small fireplace and wood along the outer wall, nice queen sized bed decorated with a frilly bed spread, table for 2 near the corner. Brennan seemed to admire the room; Booth thought it looked too much like a Honeymoon suite.
"Is it ok with you if I grab a shower first? I didn't realize that my body temperature dropped to such a dangerously low temperature." Brennan Asked
"Yeah… sure… no problem I'll start a fire up for us, I mean you." Both answered
"You sure you look quite close to hypothermia yourself, you should get out of these clothes at the least. Your soaking wet." She answered back
She stepped closer and reached for the buttons on his shirt. Booth felt like a schoolboy. As her fingers reached his chest he felt a twinge in his groin and an ache in his heart. Such a small gesture to her, purely scientific. For him the thoughts were of intimacy and longing, then sadness because he knew their motivations were so different.
He grabbed her hands a bit rougher then he should have. A burst of both relief and regret rushed through him as she jerked her hands from his.
"Stop! Sorry, I didn't mean… I can do it. Go take your shower. I can take care of myself and get the fire started." Booth stammered.
Brennan headed for the shower. She didn't understand Booth sometimes. Sometimes warm and funny, sometimes so disgruntled. She knows he is comfortable with his sexuality; the only real insecurities that seem apparent are in his parenting skills and the fact that he has killed people. She sometimes found her own thoughts drifting towards a sexual nature around him. She would quickly squash them as such thoughts could incubate to a problematic partnership. Relationships are irrational and short existing. She much preferred to have her sexual release and move on. Booth on the other hand desired the irrational thought of love. His own father abandoned him at the will of his grandfather, and he has had women in his life walk away. She couldn't comprehend why he would still hold onto such a belief, but that was just Booth.
While Brennan showered Booth started the fire. He looked through his go bag and discovered all he had brought with him was an extra suit, 2 sets of boxers, and a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He hated sleeping in jeans. Mostly he slept in the buff but boxers also worked, but he couldn't do either in a room with Bones. One bed… no couch, he wasn't about to let her sleep on the hardwood floor but had no desire to do it himself either. He called down to see if they had any fold up cots but they were all out. Family reunion had them out of everything. Floor it is.
He called the local sporting goods store and requested some camping supplies and then a local store to pack up some food and water for a couple of days. Camping would be better than this. He needed to go out and find some extra clothes. He wondered if any stores would be open this late, he wanted that shower, he was freezing. He went ahead and called a store and asked, they were about to close so he ordered some items and the owner said he could pick them up first thing in the morning.
He heard the door to the bathroom open. Brennan walked out wearing a tiny silk robe tied around her slender waist. Her long shapely legs uncovered from upper thigh down. He jerked his eyes away and stared down at the ground. This was going to be worse then he thought. He grabbed his clothes and headed for the shower without a word.
He let the warm water wash over him. He tried to clear his mind but the site of her in her nightwear was etched on his brain. He felt embarrassed at the erection that developed. It got harder and harder to hide his emotions and desires from her. He decided he should relieve himself before exiting the shower. Hopefully it wouldn't be a reoccurring situation.
He dried off slipped on his boxers, Jeans and t-shirt. He walked out. She sat at the table in here robe typing away on her laptop. He felt his groin begin to stir and began reciting names of Saints in his head. This was going to be a long night. He opened a small closet to see 1 small blanket folded on the shelf. Great… he thought. Hard cold floor and one blanket. So much for a good night's sleep. He began laying the blanket on the floor.
"Booth what are you doing and what are you wearing? You're never going to be comfortable like that." Brennan stated.
"I'll be fine. Army, remember, I can sleep anywhere" he answered. While this was true he found that while not in a combat situation, comfort enhanced sleep. He could just think of this as another war.
"Don't be ridiculous. We are grown adults. Make yourself comfortable and we can share the bed. It isn't like I never saw you in your underwear or less before. Remember our quarantine in the lab and the time after you were shot?" She rebutted.
"Seriously I will sleep better this way." He only half lied. Neither situation screamed good night's sleep in his mind. In bed with her would stir desires and the floor enhance pain. He preferred the floor at this juncture.
"Fine well then I will sleep on the floor and you have the bed." Her stubbornness screamed evident.
"Bones, I am not letting you sleep on the floor."
"Well I'm not letting you either."
"Fine!" He walked over to the bed and plopped on the bed on top of the covers and stared at the ceiling.
"Booth, what is wrong with you? We are adults. We are friend… colleagues. We can share space. Just please for me make yourself comfortable and relax. We have a long couple days ahead of us. We need to make the best of it." Brennan reasoned.
"Just let me know when you're ready to sleep, I'll get comfortable then. " He knew there was no use arguing when she had something stuck in her head.
A few minutes later she switched off the lamp and moved to the bed. She removed her robe revealing a silk and lace baby doll nightgown. She folded down the covers and asked if he wanted the bed lamp on. He shook his head and she switched it off and climbed into bed and snuggled into the covers. Boones groin took another twitch and again he began reciting Saints again.
Booth unbuttoned his pants and removed them; He lied there in his boxers under the itchy wool blanket from the closet. He couldn't stand it anymore and through the blanket on the floor. A few moments later a chill waved through him and slightly shook the bed. Brennan felt his tremor, sat up and switched the light back on. Booth lurched trying to cover himself and fell off the side of the bed.
"Booth. I cannot believe you are being so childish. Please just act your age and get under these covers so we can both get some sleep."
"Your idea of grown up and mine may be a bit different right now, Bones." He returned.
"Whats that supposed to mean?" she asked.
"Nevermind!"
She yanked the blanket back and glared at him until he climbed back onto the bed and she threw the blanket over the both of them both and switched off the light again. She snuggled back in and he lied on his back on the edge of the bed staring at the ceiling. He could feel the warmth radiating off of her even from the gap between them. He listened as her breathing became slow and even. So many nights he had imagined him and her lying beside each other in bed, just not like this.
For what seemed like hours but was probably no longer than an hour Booth finally started to drift off. Brennan made a soft moan in her sleep and rolled over and her head came to rest on Booths arm as he lay with hands folded behind his head. Her soft breath drifted across his bicep and sent chills down his spine. She moved again snuggling up against his side. Booth had conflicting feelings. One side of him wanted to put his arm around him pulling her closer, the other wake her up and roll her over to her own side of the bed. He went with middle ground and stayed frozen where he was. Eventually he drifted off to sleep filled with dreams of her.