A.N: I still don't own anything of Bones. Nope, nothing at all. Nada. Zero.
CHAPTER 15- WRAPPED
" I'm telling you guys!" Angela looked firmly at her co workes, trying to make her point. " Those two are in perfect sintony. Their interaction is just…perfect. I wont be surprised if Bren never leave Booth's place after all this happening." Ange huffed scornly at her colleagues looks of disbelief.ha, they don't know what I do.
" Ange…it's Brennan and Booth. It's easier to believe that they are bickering and jumping at each others throat." Cam spoke amused, actually imagining the two partners alone for a week in the same place. She didn't doubt at all that feelings would surface by this amount of time. She had seen how Booth already was, cristal former boyfried had it bad for dr. Brennan. And from the anthropolist questions about Booth the day before, Cam was sure that she had it too.. But knowing those two, it would be likely that, when those feelings finally stopped being ignored, world war three would be starting because of this realization.
" I'll have to agree with cam on that one, Ange. Sorry." Jack smiled while signaling At Clark for him to approach and join the discussion, but the other man shook his head vehemently. " I don't doubt about the perfect interaction thing. I've always thought that they had it. But Dr. B never leaving G-man's home? Now, that just seems…surreal." And in Hodgins's head, it really did. The man remembered his talk with Booth the past night, and how the FBI agent had tried to deny what was so clear. apparently, Booth was not ready to face the blunt, pure true.
" You haven't been there today. You haven't heard or see what I did. Bren is totally into Booth. She pretty much admitted." Angela announced proudly, her best friend's words still reverberating inside her mind. Cam and Jack smiled broader, and the brunette spoke again, a skeptical tone in her words.
" I thought that Dr. Brennan only said nonsense when she's sick. You've told us yourself, Ange. I don't doubt that she has feelings and a lot of attraction by Booth, because heavens knows that both of them have tension that could be cut with a knife. But I really don't seen neither of them surrendering like that." Angela let out a cat, sly smile, pulling her cell phone out of her pocket.
" Oh, but they are. Surrendering, I mean." She pressed some bottoms of the small cell and lift it in front of her boss and boyfriend's face, feeling extremely satisfied by the low whistles that came out of their mouths by seeing the picture. She had chosen the one with best angle, the one that she already had memorized by heart. Bren's head was resting calmly in the middle of Booth's bare chest, the sheets tossed aside covering only parts of them, letting out their enlaced legs and Booth's hands wrapping Brennan's waist possessively. Her own arms were spreaded at his chest and abdomen, as if ready to taunt. But what Angela liked the best was their faces. The expressions of pure peace and contentment. They were almost…smiling on their sleep.
" Oh my God. Wow ." Cam's voice was shocked and bemused at the same time as she studied the picture in front of her. " This is not one of your photoshop or anything, is it?" Angela shook her head, extremely pleased.Man, I'm good. Really good.
" hey, don't question my proof! It's real, you can test it if you want." Cam smiled lightly, wondering how exactly Booth and Brennan would react if finding out about this.
" I take it that none of them know that you've took these?" She already knew the answer, but still…Angela Montenegro sure had courage.
" Sweetey, you really think that I would be still alive to tell if they knew? Hell, no. I sneaked at his room after I was sure they were asleep." Hodgins started to laugh.
" You're crazy. Not that I don't love your crazyness. But really, Ange. They are going to kill you soon or later." Ha, G-man is so busted! " What are you planning to do wit this compromising pictures anyway?" A wicked, enormous grin formed in Angela's lips.
" Well, I have a few ideas. Maybe I'll just hacker into the Jeffersonian's computer system and put these as wallpaper for everybody. But I'm open to your kind suggestions…"
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Once again on that day Seeley Booth woke up with the annoying sound of his alarm. He turned it off before it bothered Bones, looking at the time, checking. Noon. Time to give her medicines. He disentangled their bodies carefully, trying not to think about how great it was to be like that with temperance Brennan. Which was really hard. He was actually afraid of not being able to sleep again alone after he had tasted how it felt to have her around. Booth shook his head slightly, pulling away that line of thought. He was about to leave the bed when a soft hand grabbed his wrist, and he turned to find big baby blue eyes staring at him.
" Don't go." Her voice was hoarse and low, and it hurt to speak, realized temperance. It can be actually be a blessing if I loose my voice. That way, I can at least stop speaking silly like now. But the truth was, she didn't want Booth to leave. She closed her eyes again for a second, when Booth's image started to look blurred and she felt the nausea returning slowly.
" I'll just get your meds. Are you ok?" He noticed how pale she looked, the same way he had noticed she wince in pain when she first spoke.
" A little dizzy. And queasy. Those medications are definitely strong." She risked opening one eye and then the other, feeling suddenly warm by finding his worried, caring chocolate eyes surveying her.
" Yeah, I'll add a drammin to your meds. You need to feel better in order to eat something in a while. You can't stay with an empty stomach for much longer. I'll be right back. Put the thermometer while I'm gone. C'mon, open your mouth." He waved the thermometer in front of her, and she raised her eyebrows.
" Don't talk to me as if I was a child, Booth. I know how to use a thermometer." She grabbed the offending object and did how she was being told, nevertheless. He just gave her his damn charming smile and got out of the room to fetch water.
Brennan closed her eyes again and adjusted herself on the pillows, only wishing that all of this was a nightmare. She hated being so sick and depending. She hated feeling useless. Despite of that, a big part of her kept saying that things could be much worse. She had Booth, at least. He is a great caretaker. Not to mention a great sleeping company. I wonder in what else Booth could be great, specially in bed… She opened her eyes, as if by this move the thoughts would go away. This was getting too dangerous. Temperance Brennan had always been careful around Seeley Booth, from the day that they met, for something inside her just knew, even by then, that this man could make her perfect and controlled world collapse. In a way, he already did. She had changed so much since they had became partners and friends. Booth had taught her so much. And he never, once, asked for something in return. He just stuck with her, even by now. And she was starting to realize how horrid her life could be if Seeley Booth wasn't around. And it was scaring her beyond all beliefs. But despite the fear, she knew she could not afford to let him go. Not now. Not never. She heard his footsteps approaching, and sighed. What was she supposed to do with all this?
" Ok, Bones. There you go. Here, let me see your temperature." He offered her pills and water as he carefully took the thermometer, studying it with a small frown. She swallowed the meds and stared at him curiously.
" What? How much?" She tried to get up to look, but a strong hand prevented her from doing so. He is so bossy. Typical alpha male.
" 102.5. Not what I would like, but hey, much better than earlier, right?" He tried to sound light and amused. She nodded slowly as she propped herself closer, pulling him to the pillows with her. " Bones… I really should be fixing something for you to eat." Plus,this is getting way too good and intimate for our own sakes. Regardless, he found his arms moving as if in their own accord, embracing her by her shoulders as she rested her head on his own shoulder.
" I don't feel like eating right now. I would like to wait until the dramin is effective. Do you mind?" How am I supposed to say no to these beautiful lost little girl eyes? He tried to be cold and retort, but she suddenly started coughing violently, and everything was forgotten, as he listened her insharp on pain and her watched face wincing. He rubbed her back as he did for what looked a like a century, not only a day, whispering soft words to her until the coughing fit subdued a little. She raised her eyes helpless at him, an expression of pure exhaustion and hurt. He realized that her breathing was shallow.
" Try to take a deep breathe, Temperance." She shook her head, her eyes full of tears from the effort.
" It hurts to breathe. I shouldn't be surprised at all, since my lungs ate infected, as well as My pleura. Plus, my toraccical muscles are probably overworked. All of this is a very painfull thing, I've read about it. But one thing is to read and study, the other is to feel." Her voice was becoming more and more rough as she spoke, and the pain on her throat was almost unbearable. Booth seemed to catch all she was feeling in the air, his hands stroking her hair gently as she closed her eyes once again.
" Sore throat?" His voice was so full of kindness that Brennan couldn't suppress the wave of emotion swamping over her. She only wished that with the correct medications she was taking, her normal self would come back soon, not this woman whithout any control over her words and emotions. Temperance only nodded by his question, and Booth smiled tenderly. " I'll make you a tea later. It's really good for the throat and cough. Ginger, honey and lemon. Plus , with the ginger, it will settle your stomach too. You'll like it." She raised her eyes to him, a surprised expression over her face.
" I didn't know that you were a tea expertise.I didn't even know that you could make natural tea instead of the ones that come in little bags." She saw Booth roll his eyes.
" You know, Bones, you really should give me a little more credit. Yes, I know how to make tea. I had a grandmother who taught me. This one is her special recipe. Every time me or Jared would be sick, she used to do it for us." She smiled lightly by realizing how his eyes got sparkling every time he spoke of his grandparents. She would like to meet them someday. Specially his grandfather, the man that managed to make Booth survive his childhood.
" I'm sorry for all the trouble, Booth. I promise I'll make it up for you as soon as I can get out of this stupid restrict bed rest. I hate having to spend all the time lying down." She really did, except for now, when Booth was there with her. He made things bearable.
" You don't have to pay me back, Temperance. You would do the same for me. Just concentrate on getting better so you can annoy me at work as you usually do." She gave him an outraged look.
"I'm not annoying! It's not my fault the fact that I'm usually right and you, wrong." He chuckled, answering condescending.
" Sure, Bones. Whatever." She raised her eyebrows dangerously, and he decided to change the subject. She shouldn't be agitated and worked up. " You know, I'm actually looking forward to the next days. I've planned a lot of cultural, pop education for you. You'll read the books that every normal person already did, and see the classic movies, both antique and contemporany." He directed his best charm smile at her, and she frowned.
" I'm not sure I want to see all of this. You'll probably make me watch something highly impossible and illogical, scientific speaking. And I would prefer reading Anthropological periodics, or forensic ones. I can ask Angela to bring some for me, I have plenty at my place." Booth just shook his head, his charm smile even bigger than before.
" Not happening, Bones, sorry. Ange will probably be bringing some chick movie instead. Those days are for relaxing and having fun, Temperance. No work. So, You'll finally watch every single movie of Star wars, for example. Hell, I'll make you watch Finding Nemo! And no boring forensic writings. You'll be reading Lord of the rings and stuff. What about Harry Potter, huh?" He already half expected the blank look she was giving him.
" I don't know who this Harry Potter is." She definitely live in another galaxy. How can someone don't know about freaking Harry Potter? Not even hearing about it? Sometimes I think that she does this on purpose.
" Well, you'll find out. And I'll explain everything that you wont know what means, too. C'mon, Bones. Cheer up a little, will you? It will be fun. Fun, remember this word?" She gave him a dark glance that said clearly she didn't appreciate the comment.
They remained in silence for a while, each lost in their own thoughts, relieving the past day and their moments. It was such a strange thing, thought Temperance. How Booth managed to convince her of everything, and how good she felt with it despite of all. She normally hated having someone telling her what to do. She was used to be alone and do everything by herself since her teens years. She had to do so in order to survive. Then, she got used to it and started to really appreciate this level of independence. After all, the human being is an unstable creature. If you keep trusting someone too much, he or she will inevitably fail. She learned this the hard way. She learned from her parents, the people that are actually genetically programmed to protect her in any situation. So, she got used to think; If even your parents can't be trusted, then why should she make the effort of relying on someone else. And then, Seeley Booth appeared in her life.
Booth kept trying to stop staring at his Bones, but it seemed an impossible task. There she was, so close and so damn cute and sexy on his clothes, her eyes closed and her head resting against him. He could feel the softness of her hair between his fingers, realizing that he was doing exactly what he had forbidden himself from doing when he had traced the line. He was too involved. Too close. But the more he said to his heart to pull away, the more it did the contraire. Temperance Brennan was like an addiction. He felt a small finger poking his chest, her way to call his attention.
" Booth?" Her voice was already sleepy again, and he knew he should get up and fix her some lunch before sleep claimed it's place.
" Yes?" He realized she was fidgeting, her fingers tossing the sheet as she bit her bottomlip.
" Ange says I've got you wrapped under my toe." She blurt out the words that had been haunting her the entire morning since her best friend had explained to her. She felt his body tense at her statement while his jaw clenched slightly. Nevertheless, Booth managed to let out a small lauhgt.
" Under your finger, Bones. You've got wrapped under your finger." He almost faultered as speaking, but forced himself to carry on. She twisted her nose at her own mistake, lifting her face in order to be eye to eye with him.
" Well, do I?" Booth gazed at those cerulean blue eyes, full of curiosity and maybe a little more.I must be seeing things. Fantazising . Surely her eyes are gloaming like this because of the fever. " Booth. Do I have you wrapped?" Her voice was insistent and…anxious? He took a deep, calming breathe, hoping she wasn't able to detect the thundering in his heart.
" I think it's time for you to eat. I'll make some chicken soup, ok?" he did not wait for her answer, disentangling himself of her and the bed, his steps fast to the door, closing it behind him. And just after this, he managed to consider her question, supporting his back at the door, eyes closed.
Dear Lord, Angela is right. That woman don't miss a thing.
TCB…
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