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Under cover(s) – 18
"Bones?" He asked after a while and she answered with a barely audible. "Yes?"
"How come… I'm not complaining, okay? But… I need to understand…" He stumbled over his own words and stopped before completing the sentence.
But somehow, she knew what he was about to ask. He wanted to know how the socially awkward scientist had turned into the woman he was now holding in his arms. Not that she had given up being socially awkward – which she had no choice in, that was just her – or being a scientist. But she understood, that Booth didn't get her sudden change of… heart. She had to smile to herself, thinking of that particular saying.
"You always say I have to use my heart rather than my brain." She whispered. "But it took Angela to make me see things more…clearly."
He nodded, though still curious, this information was enough for him if she wasn't willing to elaborate. But - to his surprise – she continued after a short pause. "What you said yesterday….. It hurt. That you didn't want to sleep with me. That you said you wouldn't want to solve the case…. at any cost." Her voice nearly broke and his chest tightened when he heard the honesty and the hurt, that was still evident in her words.
And it struck him, that he had phrased it poorly the evening before. To her, it had to have sounded like a rejection. Booth closed his eyes, scolding himself for not thinking of the possible impact of his words on her, on her already fragile self confidence when it came to emotions.
"Bones. I never wanted to hurt you." He said and pulled back a little to be able to look into her eyes, somehow needing to see her reaction. "I didn't want to risk our friendship, our trust in each other. And…if we end up in bed together, Temperance, I intend to make love to you… not just have sex."
Her eyes glistened a little upon hearing his words and she sent him a smile that made his heart jump. It was… gentle, he realised. A genuine, gentle smile, a loving look on her face. And he could not quite get his mind around the fact, that it had to be meant for him. To be the one to put that expression on her face made him feel warm inside.
"When." She said after a long moment of silence, her gaze glued to his eyes, the small smile still in place, but it had turned from gentle and loving into something different. Sexy, suggestive, flirtatious. And very seductive.
"What do you mean?" He asked, his voice hoarse, just to make sure they were talking about the same thing.
"I think that we're past asking IF we're going to end up in bed together. The question is when." She emphasized and her words had his heart jump a little again… and heat flooded him in an instant.
But this wasn't the time, he reminded himself. They'd just admitted to each other that there was more than friendship… and soon they had to leave to socialize with the Sinners – again. He couldn't give her what she deserved now.
Booth knew better… but he still had to kiss her. And where the first kiss had been gentle, this one was passionate. His mouth crushed down on hers and without conscious thought she parted her lips for him, allowing his tongue to enter, to taste, to tease. And Brennan teased back….grabbed his shirt to drag him even nearer to her, as if she couldn't get enough.
And she couldn't. Never before had she felt that deep need, that unbearable longing to have somebody near her, touching her, tasting her. An involuntary shiver went through her as she realised at some barely conscious level, that this had to be what he had been talking about when he described making love. How it felt to be in it with heart and body. To not only have the carnal need, the lust, but a need on every level of your being.
And then, suddenly Booth pulled back, scooted away from her and left her, flushed, needy and confused.
"What? … Why?" She mumbled incoherently, not understanding why he was offering her something like that only to take it away after a short taste. It seemed cruel to her, but he wasn't a cruel man.
"I'm sorry, Bones." He whispered. "But we need to leave soon." His voice was thick with lust, husky and a little lower than usual.
She blinked, took a moment to clear her head and then checked her watch. "We still have twenty minutes." She moved closer again and it took a lot of restraint on his side to not give into the temptation and just kiss her, yank her dress up and - damn his imagination - find out what panties she wore right here and now.
"I know, but…. It's not enough, Temperance. Twenty minutes are nowhere near enough. I want to do this right, with you. Not like this. I want to give you everything, you understand?" He explained solemnly, his voice rough, his eyes both holding the gleam of lust and plea. "I don't want to have to rush because we have to go to this awful club."
She gave him one long, intense look and after a moment of considering his words she gave him a genuine smile. "Okay." She simply said.
"Okay?" He echoed, somewhat stunned. He'd been prepared for an argument.
"What you just said sounds not only reasonable…. But very nice." She said, averting her gaze a little. He could have sworn she blushed a little again. "Nobody ever…. waited for me."
His heart ached a little at her words. "I waited for a quite some time, Temperance. I don't mind waiting a little longer as long as I know you'll be there with me when the time comes." He whispered and his hand closed over hers, squeezing it gently.
"I'll be there." She answered and their gazes connected again. "How long?"
"How long…what?" He frowned a little, not sure what she meant.
"How long have you been …waiting for me?" She asked, the expression in her eyes both thoughtful and curious.
"My whole life." He answered, then grinned. "Now that sounds cheesy. But….a long time, Bones. It doesn't matter, though. You're worth waiting for."
Her breath hitched a little at his words and though she'd felt good already, his words made her feel even better….warm, comfortable. Loved. "Angela…She said... That I have to accept that there are people who…love me."
"She's a smart woman." Booth commented, then he took her face in his hands, his eyes searching hers.
The expression in them was so intense, so full of emotion, Brennan had to swallow hard. "I miss you when you're not here, too. And I trust you and I want you. I love you, Temperance."
Her knees suddenly felt week and she was glad she was sitting… or they surely would have buckled under her. She felt a prickling sensation flood her and a telltale burning in her eyes. If that was love, it sure was a powerful thing, she thought.
He saw how his words had moved her and that she understood now. That she understood, that missing somebody, trusting and wanting somebody….all those things were part of loving that somebody.
And though she wasn't able to define love – and nobody could, he knew – he was convinced she was more than only capable of feeling it. And he hoped that she felt it for him and would never stop.
Booth watched her eyes glisten with unshed tears and he shook his head slightly. "Don't cry, you'll ruin your make-up." He grinned as it had the desired effect: She chuckled. "Maybe there's something in my eye." She said.
"Yeah, right." He winked at her and gave her a quick, affectionate kiss on the cheek. "I'd love to stay here, but we need to leave soon." With a heavy heart, he rose and looked down at the woman in the blue dress.
His partner. If possible, she looked even more beautiful than before. Her face a little flushed and her lips a little swollen from his kisses. He frowned as his gaze lingered on her red lips. "Do I have lipstick on my face now?"
Brennan gazed up at him and had to smile at his scowl. "No. Long-lasting lipstick. According to the commercials it should hold for twelve hours."
"I'm going to test that." He promised and her smile widened. "That's a good plan." She commented.
"Yeah." He nodded and they stared at each other again, somehow lost in each others eyes, in the moment.
She blinked and averted her gaze. "We still didn't agree on how far we'll go at Sinner's Palace."
His face turned serious in an instant.. "Only what we shared here already, only kissing. Anything else… it belongs to us, okay? Something I only want to share with you. I sure as hell don't want to entertain these pervs. Is that…. okay with you?" He asked cautiously.
"Yes." She simply said and he was relieved that she agreed with him.
"We still have another problem, though." She said and when he just stared at her, she continued. "We're supposed to be more or less bored with each other. Sexually, I mean."
"And?" He prompted.
"That doesn't look very bored. Nor boring, from my point of view." She pointed at his crotch, where his jeans bulged in a very prominent way.
Booth glanced down. "Oh." He grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, well. You just had to wear that dress, huh?"
He took in a deep, calming breath and tried to tone his hormones down a little.
"Angela helped me pick out a few outfits for this assignment. For being Roxy." Brennan said, amused by his efforts not to show his desire for her quite so obviously.
"Good thing it is that I don't want Roxy, right? Okay, okay… I'm Tony, you're Roxy and we've been married for three years and we're totally bored with each other." He slowly said.
God, he couldn't imagine losing his desire for Bones after three years. Bored, for God's sake. How could that woman ever get boring, huh?
No, he was sure, that Temperance Brennan would always fascinate him.
Roxy, he told himself, Roxy would get boring. She was too flirtatious, too vain and too superficial for him. And that did the trick.
"I think we have an appointment, Roxy-darling." He said, using the more jovial tone he reserved for Tony.
Brennan reached for the glasses that were part of her role, put them on and said. "Well, what are we waiting for, Tony?"
Slowly, but steadily we're getting to the phase where things will heat up a little.
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