I am new at this, so please be nice. It took me years to work up the nerves post this, well, not just this, anything. David Boreanaz looks like my father, just slightly younger and shorter, which makes me want to shoot myself in the head for that last chapter, but he's gay so he probably thinks Booth is the best looking man that ever lived. Also, a review would be nice.
"Skull Facial murder barf making monstrosity" just wanted to leave that phrase somewhere.
Seeley rolled over in his bed, tired and achy. He stared at the alarm clock. 11:15. Shit. He needed to be at work hours ago.
He stumbled out from under his comforter, rubbing his eyes. 'Damn it.' He thought 'Really Booth, another hangover.'
He walked into the hallway, retrieving a towel from the linen closet. He needed a shower, he smelled like sweat. Just then he noticed something lying on the floor beside the sofa. He walked over to it, taking it between two fingers, he eyed it happily. Hot damn. A red and black lace bra dangled from his hand.
She must have been beautiful. Scratch that. Wearing lingerie like that, she had to be drop dead gorgeous. He just wished he could have remembered it.
She shouldn't have slapped him. It was illogical. But, at that moment she had hated him with every fiber of her being. She realized that to hate him that she had to have cared about him in the first place, and that made her angrier than ever.
She didn't remember having sex with him, but she had definitely felt it the next day.
Seeley hadn't remembered having her either. Part of her wished that he had, another part hoped she would never see him again, she trusted neither.
Booth remembered going to the pool hall with 'Bones', he smiled at the thought of her and her hatred for her new nickname. He was quite proud with having come up with it. After the first few shots of tequila, he drew a blank, but he hoped with all of his being that it had been Brennen that he had taken home. The way she looked at him in the Hoover though, he knew that all those hopes had been dashed. They would never be together and he knew it. He was kicking himself, he had seen her naked, and he hadn't been sober enough to even remember it. Oh, but he could imagine it.