Spoilers: 4x13 Fire in the Ice tag

Disclaimer: Title from Miranda Lambert's song of the same name, which sparked the idea for this one. And, oh yeah, Bones doesn't belong to me.


Twinkly eyes, she had said, resulted from the dilating of the pupils, which was the direct result of - what was that again? - intense attraction. Or desire. Something along those lines. All I knew was that it implied that he didn't flirt with every woman he met on the job; that I might be special.

Through the crimson glass, I watch as he sits up from the ice; eyes bleary, unfocused. Yet, even from this distance, I can tell. They sweep over her in confusion and then - there's no way I'm imagining it - they twinkle. But it's more than that. There's a heat, an intensity there, that's so powerful I feel like a voyeur even in the filled arena. I force myself to look away and find I'm staring at the bags of evidence she left at my feet as she rushed out onto the ice. I shake my head and settle back against the bench. We could probably go on a couple dates, maybe even enjoy some time between the sheets, but he'd never be mine.