Hahaha, Pal Sleepless was telling me the other day that one of her fave things is to name chapters. So I couldn't resist with this little gem.
"Very, very inconvenient' was all Brennan could think as she pressed her thighs together as inconspicuously as possible.
She was at the diner; that was nothing new. But across from her was her father and Sweets. And beside her was Booth.
Normally he sat on the other side of the table, but since she was having lunch with Max, he'd already been sitting there when Booth arrived.
He and Sweets were going to grab a quick lunch, but the downpour outside left the entire city feeling hot, steamy and wet.
So they joined Brennan and her father, leaving her in her current condition: trying to stop staring at Booth's mouth.
He'd ordered soup, and her entire body felt just as hot as he used his tongue to pull the hot liquid into his mouth.
His spoon went in quickly but came out slowly as he savored.
'Stop it, Temperance' she scolded herself. Not that she didn't occasionally allow herself some fantasies of Booth.
But never hardly in public and absolutely never with her own father and psychologist sitting across from them.
Just as she was about to look away, Booth's tongue covered his lips in a quick swipe.
Clang! Brennan blinked at the noisy intrusion and then felt confused as each man at the table looked her way.
With a shock, she realized she'd dropped her salad fork onto her plate. Frowning, she quickly picked it up.
As she began to eat, she acted as if nothing were amiss. It wasn't until she caught a knowing grin on her dad's face that she blushed.
"Everything okay, there, Bones?" Booth was asking, and Brennan looked over to see him looking at her.
A kind smile was on his face, indicating to her that he had no idea to the direction of his thoughts.
"Yes," she cleared her throat. "Of course. What could possibly be wrong?"
What indeed, she wondered. Nothing at all, except of course for the fact that she could not stop imagining…
She couldn't stop imagining what it would feel to have Booth's mouth all. over. her. body.
His lips. His teeth. His warm breath. His tongue. Oh God, his tongue. Under her ear. Inside her arms. Over her stomach. Between her legs.
"Mmmmm…" she whimpered, once again breaking her own concentration. She quickly cleared her throat and took a sip of water.
"You seem flushed, Dr. Brennan," Sweets leaned forward. "Is everything okay?"
"Yes," Brennan insisted.
Sweets' eyebrow rose, but before Brennan could answer, Booth leaned forward as well.
"Look, Sweets," he began. "If Bones says she's fine, then she's fine." With that, he signaled for the waitress.
"Pie for me," he nodded. "Apple. And you know what?"
Brennan watched as he picked up his spoon and tossed it in the air, catching it quickly between his sure fingers.
"I'll have ice cream too. Vanilla." Booth looked at her as he licked up one side of the dip of his spoon and down the other. "You, Bones?"
Oh, God…that tongue.