Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. Fox does. This is just for fun.
She groaned, his lips tracing their way down her neck. Her breath hitched as he began to unbutton her shirt, his fingers gliding down over her chest and torso.
His lips found hers again, and she smiled into his kiss. She heard him laugh softly in response, and pull away.
"I knew you'd like that." He whispered, leaning his forehead against hers. Blue eyes met chocolate brown as she gazed up at him, taking in every contour of his face. It was one she knew all too well.
"I did, Booth, very much." She replied, her hands sliding up underneath his shirt. "But why'd you stop there?"
"You wanted me to continue?" He asked, his hands moving to cover her own. "I thought we were going to wait."
"It's been three months. I think that's long enough, don't you?" He didn't bother replying.
He caught her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, pressing her back into the wall again. When they came up for air, she stared up at him and tried to catch her breath. "I thought you were a bedroom kind of guy." He started to laugh, and she soon joined in, both holding each other up as they continued to laugh.
"Bones…" He managed to gasp out, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. "I didn't think you would say something like that."
"It just popped into my head. I mean, you do seem like a bedroom kind of guy. You're kind of set in your ways."
"A man can change." He said huskily, pulling her toward his bedroom. "But when you find something that works, you stick with it."
"And this is what works for you?" She breathed as he gently pushed her back onto the bed.
"It has so far." He whispered, pulling off his shirt before he climbed up onto the bed. He looked down at her and smiled. "But we'll see. I'm up for suggestions." He murmured, dropping his lips to hers. Her eyes closed-KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
He pulled away, and she stared up at him quizzically. "Who would be here right now, Booth? It's ten at night."
He didn't answer, just stood and headed toward the door. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK-
She sat up on her couch, the blanket tangled around her legs. She glanced at the clock on the end table to find that it was only six-thirty. Who the hell would be at her house at six-thirty on a Saturday morning? As the knocking continued to become more and more frenzied, she dragged herself up, the blanket getting caught up in the cushions. She fell with a large thud to the floor, causing the person standing outside her door to begin shouting in panic.
"Bones! Bones! Are you all right?!" Oh, God, it was Booth. Her skin began to tingle at the thought of him, and she angrily kicked off the blanket that come horribly tangled around her legs. She stood quickly, adjusting her clothes and running a hand through her hair. Passing by a mirror on her way to the door, she cringed at the sight of her reflection, then immediately scolded herself. It was just Booth. What, exactly, was the big deal about how she looked? Even as she tried to shake off this line of thought, it seemed to be stuck. She sighed, and rolled her eyes. Did she really have to deal with this right now?
"I'm fine, Booth!" She said, rather loudly, as she opened the door. "Do you really want to wake up the whole building right now?"
"I wasn't planning on it." He replied, pushing past her. "But you weren't coming, and then I heard this huge thud, and then you weren't answering…nice bedhead, by the way."
"Booth…" She sighed, shutting the door behind her. "What are you doing here right now? It's six-thirty on a Saturday morning. You're usually comatose at this hour."
"Was that a joke?" He asked as he walked into her kitchen, setting the bagels and coffee he had brought down on the table. "It was pretty funny."
"Don't change the subject." She followed him, and pulled out a chair, sinking down into it. "I want to know why you so rudely woke me when you could have called first."
"Well, when I got home, I still couldn't sleep, so I sat around watching bad infomercials for a few hours, and then decided to pick up some coffee and bagels." He opened the bag and pulled out a plain bagel. "I figured you'd want some company after last night."
"And what made you think that I would be awake after coming home at one? I haven't gotten a full night of sleep in five days. You couldn't have called first?" She watched as he made his way over to her cabinets, pulling out two plates.
"And who's decision was it to not sleep for five days?" He replied, his back to her. He reached into her silverware drawer and pulled out a knife, sliding it shut with his hip. "Not mine. How many times have I told you to go home and get some rest?"
"More than any normal human being could count." She answered, pressing the palms of her hands to her eyes. The sound of a plate being placed on the table made her remove her hands from her face. Looking down, she found two halves of a plain bagel sitting in front of her, each spread evenly with a light layer of cream cheese.
"You should eat, Bones. It'll help you feel better." She glanced up to see him smiling softly at her, a half-eaten salt bagel in one hand. She sighed and shook her head, unable to keep a smile of her own from forming on her face.
"Thanks, Booth." A pleasant silence fell between them as they ate, and she found herself glancing over at him more and more. It was nice to be with someone she knew so well that words weren't needed. With Andrew, it had felt as though the silence constantly had to be filled with some kind of noise. She hadn't been comfortable enough with him. There had been no room for quiet in that relationship.
"See anything you like, Bones?" His voice snapped her out of her reverie, and she looked down at her now empty plate. She began pushing the crumbs around on her plate, a slight tinge of pink rising on her cheeks. "Oh, c'mon. I didn't mean anything by it." He gently placed two fingers under her chin, and lifted her head so that she was forced to look him in the eyes. "I'm sorry. I guess it really wasn't that funny."
"No, Booth, it wasn't." She picked up her plate and stood, making her way over to the sink. She dropped the plate into it, and turned back towards him, leaning against the edge of the counter. She folded her arms over her chest, and looked down at her feet. She heard him make his way over to her, and he gently placed two fingers under her chin so that she was forced to meet his eyes once again.
"I really am sorry, Bones. I guess I've just forgotten how much a break-up can hurt." He murmured, his fingers falling from the bottom of her chin. "But I have to tell you something."
What could he have to tell her? There was obviously no case, and if his last words were any indication, he had no girlfriend and hadn't for a while. So, what could there be left? She looked at him closely as he paused, the words appearing to be stuck in his throat.
"Well, Booth, what is it?" She asked after the silence had become unbearable. She saw him swallow hard, and he averted his gaze.
"I should have told you sooner, but I didn't know how to. They're deploying me on Monday." He answered, raising his eyes to hers. "To Iraq. For six months."