Author's Note: So, I'm going to school to become a teacher, which means I spend a lot of time in elementary school classes. This semester I'm in a multi-age 1st and 2nd grade classroom and one of the wonderful kids gave me bronchitis. Anyways, this chapter is basically filler with some cute interactions between Booth and Brennan :)
"Beep-beep-beep," Brennan's alarm screamed. It was 6:30am and she did not want to get out of bed. She reached over and hit the off button and then turned around to face her partner.
"Morning," Booth said, lightly placing a kiss on his partner's lips.
"Morning," Brennan replied, smiling at her partner.
They lay there for a few minutes; Brennan snuggled against Booth's chest.
"We should probably get up," Booth said, kissing the top of his partner's head.
"I don't want to," Brennan complained. She had wanted to be with Booth forever and now that it was finally happening she was afraid she might lose him if she let go.
"What about the pharaoh?" Booth asked.
"He's 3000 years old. He can wait," she replied, snuggling closer to him.
"You know we can do this again tonight," Booth said, understanding why his partner was snuggling closer with him. He did not want to let go of her either, but he knew their colleagues would be suspicious if neither of them went to work.
"How about every night?" Brennan looked up at her partner, smiling.
"Sure," Booth said, kissing his partner lightly on the lips before untangling himself from his partner and getting out of bed.
Brennan got out of bed slowly, stretching with her arms behind her back.
"Damn," Booth said, his eyes wide as he admired his partner's body. He crossed the room to get a closer look at his partner. Booth ogled his partner in her thin, blue tank top. She was not wearing a bra and he could clearly see her nipples through her tank top. He couldn't help reaching over and cupping her full breasts through her tank top.
Brennan grabbed her partner's wrists, pulling his hands away from her breasts. "Work," she managed to squeak out, her eyes filled with want.
"Sorry," Booth said, stepping away from his partner and holding his hands up in surrender.
Brennan crossed her arms over her chest, so her partner could no longer see her breasts. "I should probably get dressed," she said, walking over to her closet, arms still crossed.
"About that, do you think you neighbors would mind if I went outside in my boxers?" Booth asked.
"What?" Brennan appeared in the doorway to her walk-in closet, clad in a turquoise bra and dress pants.
"My suitcase is still in the car," Booth explained, staring at Brennan's chest.
"I'll get it in a minute," Brennan replied, disappearing back into the closet in search of a shirt.
"And I'll go see what you have in the kitchen," Booth said. Normally he would argue that the man should get the suitcase, but he was still mesmerized by his partner's breasts and he needed a distraction.
Two minutes later, Brennan appeared wearing black pants and an emerald green tank top with a black blazer. Booth still had his head in the fridge when Brennan walked into the kitchen. "Where are your keys?" she wondered.
"Pants pocket," Booth replied, his head still in the fridge.
Brennan went in search of her partner's pants. Once she located them near the bathroom, she retrieved the car keys. Brennan recovered both her suitcase and her partner's from the car and brought them up to her condo.
"What are you making?" Brennan asked, setting the suitcases down in the kitchen.
"It's a surprise," Booth said, using a spatula to move something around in a pan.
Brennan stared at him for a few seconds. He looked damn sexy standing there in only a pair of black boxer shorts cooking for her. She just couldn't help staring at his abs.
"Go do whatever you need to do. I'll let you know when it's ready," Booth said, smiling knowingly at his partner.
Brennan forced herself to move out of the kitchen and into the bathroom to do her hair and makeup. A few minutes later she reappeared in the kitchen. She knew he had said that he would get her when the food was ready, but she really wanted to know what he was making.
"Perfect timing," Booth said as he used the spatula to put something on a plate. He then placed the plate on the table in front of his partner.
"Scrambled eggs," Brennan said, smiling at her partner.
"With cheese," Booth added as he sat down across from her at the table with his own plate.
"Umm," Brennan said as she took a bite. She quickly scarfed down her eggs. "Thank you, they were delicious," she said, getting up to put her plate in the sink.
"Oh shit, we better get going," Booth said after looking at his watch. He quickly went to his suitcase and pulled out a pair of boxers, a white shirt, and a blue striped tie. After putting those items of clothing on, he dug in his suitcase for a suit.
"Here." Brennan held up his black blazer and pants from the day before as well as his cocky belt.
"Thanks." Booth gratefully took the items of clothing and put them on. "Ready?" he asked, buckling his cocky belt buckle and buttoning up his blazer.
"Yes," Brennan said, grabbing her purse off the kitchen counter.
Brennan locked the door to her condo before the two made their way hand in hand to Booth's car. Booth, ever the gentlemen, opened the door for his partner before getting in the car himself.
Booth started the engine before reaching his right hand over to encase his partner's. He squeezed her hand as he backed out of the parking space.
"We're going to have to be careful at work," Brennan said, squeezing his hand back.
"I don't know if I can keep my hands off of you," Booth replied as he made a left turn.
Brennan laughed. "I know, but you're going to have to," Brennan said, giving her partner a stern look. "And you're eyes too," she added, noticing her partner staring at her chest at a red light.
"That's not going to happen with you wearing that." Booth looked at his partner's cleavage one more time before hitting the gas when the light turned green.
"Oh come on Booth, it's not like I have both my breasts hanging out of my shirt." Brennan laughed as she tried to adjust her shirt, so that less cleavage was visible.
"You wouldn't last more than 15 seconds in that shirt if that were true," Booth insisted as he changed lanes.
Brennan laughed. They were now pulling into the parking garage of the Jeffersonian. "Is this better?" she asked, turning to face her partner.
Booth turned off the engine and looked over at her. "Slightly," he said.
"Just try not to stare too much," Brennan pleaded.
"I'll try," Booth said before leaning in for one last kiss in the privacy of his car. He pulled her closer to him, his hands tangling in her hair as he lightly tapped his tongue on his partner's lips, begging for entrance.
Brennan pulled away, smiling at her partner as she smoothed her hair.
"Hey," Booth said, disappointed at the sudden lack of contact.
"Work," she said, smirking at him before opening her door and getting out of the car.
"You just can't wait to get your hands on that pharaoh, huh?" Booth teased as they walked from the parking garage to the Jeffersonian.
"You're right, I can't wait to examine his bones," Brennan said in a sexy voice before winking at her partner.
"Woah," Booth said, stopping a few hundred feet from the entrance to the Jeffersonian. "You have got to stop that."
"Stop what?" Brennan replied, raising an eyebrow at her partner. She pretended to be innocent, but she knew exactly what she was doing.
"Flirting, making things sound sexual," Booth said loudly, his eyes still wide.
"Fine," Brennan shrugged, happy with the reaction of her partner.
After entering the Jeffersonian, the two split up. Brennan headed to the lab to go check on the pharaoh and Booth headed to his office to do some paperwork.
"Brennan," Angela yelled the second Brennan entered the lab.
"Hi Angela," she said, smiling.
Angela followed Brennan to her office. Brennan set her purse down on her desk before turning to face her best friend.
Angela hugged Brennan tightly. "I missed you," she said.
"I missed you too," Brennan replied.
"So, how was Bisbee?" Angela wondered.
"Fine," Brennan replied, looking down at some of the papers on her desk.
"What happened?" Angela asked, a bit suspicious.
"Nothing," Brennan said, looking over at her friend. "We mostly just interviewed people." Brennan shrugged as if it were no big deal.
"Right," Angela replied, tilting her head to the side and looking at her friend.
"I've got to get back to work on the pharaoh," Brennan said, smiling at her friend as she grabbed her lab coat off the back of her chair.
"We'll talk later," Angela called as her friend walked out the door. Something had happened in Bisbee. She just knew it and she was going to figure out what.
Author's Note: So, what did you think? Stay tuned to see what Angela does.