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Re: Wounded And Scarred by Saraluvzbonz - Romance rated K+
by CheeseBK Wed Jun 04, 2008 9:22 pm
Posted 19/12/2007 05:56:45 PM by saraluvzbonz
AN: CheeseBK, ToZiKa, BWGWscienceteacher, and mereva, thanks for the reviews. Here's the next installment. I meant to write a story that showed just how strong and undeniable the attraction was between then, but it seems to be settling for sweet at the moment.
Brennan closed the door behind her, shrugged out of her jacket, dumped her purse on the counter, and then sank into her favorite chair. She was curious about the dress Booth had picked for her, but the thought of him distracted her.
Now that she was alone, the emotions she'd been holding in check flooded through her. The events of the past few weeks floated through her mind: his wound, the story about his time as a POW, her wound, the pool party, and their walk around the grounds of Hodgins' estate. Then, her mind began replaying the afternoon like a movie, unfolding scene by scene: the argument in the lab, lunch, walking, holding hands, the way his skin felt under her hands, walking in the creek, the kiss, the way she felt when his fingers danced on her skin. Suddenly, she was aware that her breathing was ragged and her heart was racing, just from the remembrance. He's not even here and somehow he still manages to arouse me like this…
In that moment, she knew he was right; they were falling in love. A small part of her mind told her that she didn't believe in love, but the other part replied that it was so different than all her prior relationships that it must be.
Brennan glanced at the clock and was shocked to find a half hour of her time to get ready was gone. Immediately, she stood and headed to her bedroom, thoughts of Booth and love chasing each other around in her head. Which was why she was shocked to see the red Roxie dress laid out carefully on her bed. Oh right, that's the dress Booth wants me to wear.
She hurried into the bathroom, stripped out of her clothes, and stepped into the shower. At first thoughts whirled around in her head, but after a bit they settled into a pattern. This thing between us isn't like any relationship I've ever had. My other relationships were simple, and when things got uncomfortable I let them go. Even Michael hadn't been much different; his being my professor didn't really make it complex. With Booth everything is complicated. We're work partners and we have completely different views of life. Even our friendship is complicated. Somehow he even got pulled into the mess that Caroline called the Brennan criminal element.
Thoughts about the potential affect on their partnership and what would happen if they were ever to split up occupied Brennan through her shower. As she dried her hair and put on make-up, she tried to boil her myriad of thoughts down to the essentials, two questions. First, did she trust him, and second, was she willing to sacrifice their partnership on something uncertain? Three years ago, the answer to the second would have been a solid no, regardless who the person was. But now, she really didn't know.
The sounds of someone knocking on her door interrupted her reverie. She glanced at the clock. 'He's here and I'm not dressed yet!' she thought frantically.
She opened the door to her bedroom and called out, "Use your key!"
Without waiting to see if Booth followed her instructions, she closed her door, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. Then she opened the door a smidge and poked her head around it.
"Hey Booth, I'm almost ready. Make yourself at home," she said with a smile.
He stepped into her line of sight from the direction of the kitchen. "I'm trying to Bones, but all your glasses are in the dishwasher," he responded.
"Did you check the cupboard to the right of the sink?" she asked.
"Yep," he replied.
So she stepped out of the bedroom, clad only in her towel, to find a glass for him.
The minute he saw her his throat went dry and he couldn't help but stare. The towel barely went to the middle of her thigh and he had an excellent view of her long toned legs.
He was staring at her again. He'd been doing it a lot lately and she debated whether or not to say anything.
Finally, she said with a laugh, "Like what you see, Booth?"
When he didn't reply, she continued, "My bikini covers a lot less of my body than this towel."
He couldn't think of anything appropriate to say. He didn't want to tell her the real reason why this was different. The bikini, which as she had pointed out showed much more skin, was still clothing and acceptable wear in certain situations. But nobody went around in public wearing a towel and the thought that she might be completely naked underneath the towel was enough to set his brain spinning and his heart pounding.
'Apparently I should have chosen to ignore his stare instead of commenting on it,' she thought, as she squatted down to open a cupboard to look for her paper cups. Booth walked up behind her and watched as she rummaged in the cupboard. She kept an arm around her waist to keep the towel from exposing much, but the end split at the top of her left thigh. Her skin was creamy white and looked so soft.
She was so beautiful and if things went right tonight, maybe she'd be his. Although if she knew he was thinking along those lines, she'd lecture him about anthropology and possession, he thought wryly. Suddenly he was nervous. A lot was riding on this date tonight. She hadn't told him no outright, but he wasn't sure if she was just taking him at his word and waiting until dinner to let him down, or if it meant there was a chance she wanted to be with him.
"Ah, ha! I knew they were in here somewhere," she exclaimed in triumph, pulling a package of paper cups from the cupboard. "They were hiding behind the waffle maker."
She handed them to him. As she brushed passed him on her way to the bedroom, he was tempted to pull the towel off her so he could…
"I'll be out in five minutes," she called over her shoulder.
Booth filled the cup with water. He sat down on the couch and sipped it slowly, trying to calm the nervous feeling in his stomach and push away the mental image of her in the towel.
Meanwhile, Brennan quickly pulled on underwear and the red dress. She looked at herself in the mirror. Not bad. She put on jewelry and the matching heels and grabbed her purse and coat before heading back out to the living room.
When she walked out, he paused, cup midway to his mouth.
"Wow… Temperance. You look amazing," he complimented her, looking a bid dazzled. "No, amazing doesn't even come close. You look fabulous.
Ever curious, she asked, "You saw me in this dress before, why are you so…?"
"Because this time you're wearing it for me, not just because we're undercover," he answered her unfinished question.
He stood and she finally took a good look at him, for the first time noticing he was wearing his "Tony" outfit and he looked devilishly handsome in it.
She stared for a minute before smacking pretend gum and saying in her Clara Bow voice, "So, we going out as Roxie and Tony?"
"Nope," he replied firmly, "as Temperance and Seeley. But these outfits are perfect for the evening."
He helped her into her coat, wrapped an arm around her waist, and escorted her to his vehicle.
Booth had chosen a pricey Italian place with low lighting and live classical music for their dinner and conversation. They made small talk until their salads arrived, then Booth asked, "So, you want to tell me what you're thinking, you know, about us?"
She looked at him. 'I'm not ready for this,' she panicked mentally. Then her rational side kicked in, and she took a deep breath.
Succinctly she replied, "It comes down to two things: whether or not I trust you and whether or not I'm willing to take the chance and live with whatever happens afterward. The first is a no-brainer. I've trusted you for a long time. It's the second that I'm not so sure about."
He was surprised that she had managed to boil it down to just two factors. Sometimes her greater-than-average intelligence caused her to make simple things complex and he was surprised that something he expected she would think was complex could be summarized so neatly.
"I… wow. It's that simple?" he asked, his surprise evident in his tone of voice.
"No, but those are the two basic issues that everything boils down to," she replied, smiling at his shock. "I never considered either relevant to any of my prior relationships," she added thoughtfully.
"Really? Why not?" he asked in fascination. "I don't usually consider risk, but if trust doesn't come at some point, then the relationship isn't worth keeping in my opinion."
"Well, you know my opinions on biological urges," she said, laughing lightly. "It was just easier to keep things simple. I know things with us will never be simple, and everything is really riding on that last question. Do you think it's worth the risk?"
"Oh, absolutely," he replied immediately. "I would never have asked if I didn't think so and wasn't ready."
She nodded, having expected an answer like that. "Say we decide to take the risk, what happens?"
'She doesn't ask the easy questions, does she?' he thought.
"Well, I really hope things work out and that we're together for a long time, forever if you want," he answered hesitantly, not wanting scare her off, but knowing she needed complete honesty.
Now it was her turn to be surprised. "You see forever?" she asked in a small voice, searching his eyes.
He nodded and their gazes caught and held for a moment. The invisible connection was broken by the sound of a fork dropping on the floor.
Brennan's brain kicked back into gear. She hadn't had someone like that since her family abandoned her. It sounded nice, wonderful actually, but it also scared her. She'd been on her own for so long, could she really do it?
"I'm just not sure, Booth," she said. "So many things could happen. We could be split up; one of us could die; maybe it wouldn't work out. And I'm not sure I'm ready."
He considered carefully before replying, "You know we can't control the future or other people. Those things could happen anyway. I think the success of our partnership shows that we can make this work."
"You want the white picket fence, 2.4 cars, 1.7 kids, and 3.2 pets," Brennan said. "And you know what I think about marriage and children."
"Yeah, I used to want to be just like my parents. Well, that and a superhero. The Rangers were the closest I could get to being a hero and look how that turned out. A few people might consider me a hero, but I've paid a steep price," he said. "While I might like romantic candle-light dinners, I do live in the real world, Bones. I know we won't ride into the sunset and live happily ever after. But we've managed to work out the issues we've had in our partnership and we can do the same in a relationship."
"I suppose that's logical," she agreed. "So then I guess it's up to me, whether or not I'm ready and willing to take the risk."
He sat back silently, eating his dinner, and let her ponder without interruption for a while. When she rested her arm on the table, he reached out and placed his hand over hers.
"Look, Bones. I'm not pressuring you for an answer tonight. You can have a long as you want to think about it. Just don't forget to include how you felt today in your musings," he said with a charm smile, gently playing with her fingers.
Suddenly the answer seemed so obvious to her. She remembered how couldn't stop touching his bare chest, how he always protected her and tried to look out for her best interests, and he made her feel incredible. He was right about the rest – the logical things. They were rational adults; they could sort out their differences and she couldn't control the future, but right here and now, she could make a decision that just might keep him in her life forever.
She nodded decisively. "Yes," she said firmly.
Now he was confused. "Yes, what?"
"It's a risk, but a calculated one. I'm not exactly sure I'm ready, but then I wasn't ready when I went on my first dig or to my first crime scene," she answered obliquely, taking the last bite of her entrée.
His smile practically stretched off his face.
"Great," he said ecstatically, "c'mon, Bones. Let's blow this joint. We have someplace to be."
At her confused look, he said, "It means let's get out of here."
"So, where's this place we have to be?" Brennan asked as they headed to the car a few minutes later.
"It's a surprise," he answered, opening her door. Although she pestered him, he refused to say more.
A few minutes later, she decided a new tactic was required.
"Seeley," she said, making her voice a bit husky, "please tell me where we're going."
The sound of her voice did funny things to his insides, but it wasn't enough to get him to tell. Now if she'd… he'd tell her anything she wanted. 'No, we're not going there,' he mentally scolded himself.
"Sorry, Temperance, but I'm still not telling," he replied with a teasing smile. "However, we're here."
While she looked around trying to figure out exactly where here was, he pulled into a parking spot and then rushed around to open her door for her.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"Leave your jacket and purse, you're not going to need them, and you'll see when we get inside," he said.
AN: CheeseBK, ToZiKa, BWGWscienceteacher, and mereva, thanks for the reviews. Here's the next installment. I meant to write a story that showed just how strong and undeniable the attraction was between then, but it seems to be settling for sweet at the moment.
Brennan closed the door behind her, shrugged out of her jacket, dumped her purse on the counter, and then sank into her favorite chair. She was curious about the dress Booth had picked for her, but the thought of him distracted her.
Now that she was alone, the emotions she'd been holding in check flooded through her. The events of the past few weeks floated through her mind: his wound, the story about his time as a POW, her wound, the pool party, and their walk around the grounds of Hodgins' estate. Then, her mind began replaying the afternoon like a movie, unfolding scene by scene: the argument in the lab, lunch, walking, holding hands, the way his skin felt under her hands, walking in the creek, the kiss, the way she felt when his fingers danced on her skin. Suddenly, she was aware that her breathing was ragged and her heart was racing, just from the remembrance. He's not even here and somehow he still manages to arouse me like this…
In that moment, she knew he was right; they were falling in love. A small part of her mind told her that she didn't believe in love, but the other part replied that it was so different than all her prior relationships that it must be.
Brennan glanced at the clock and was shocked to find a half hour of her time to get ready was gone. Immediately, she stood and headed to her bedroom, thoughts of Booth and love chasing each other around in her head. Which was why she was shocked to see the red Roxie dress laid out carefully on her bed. Oh right, that's the dress Booth wants me to wear.
She hurried into the bathroom, stripped out of her clothes, and stepped into the shower. At first thoughts whirled around in her head, but after a bit they settled into a pattern. This thing between us isn't like any relationship I've ever had. My other relationships were simple, and when things got uncomfortable I let them go. Even Michael hadn't been much different; his being my professor didn't really make it complex. With Booth everything is complicated. We're work partners and we have completely different views of life. Even our friendship is complicated. Somehow he even got pulled into the mess that Caroline called the Brennan criminal element.
Thoughts about the potential affect on their partnership and what would happen if they were ever to split up occupied Brennan through her shower. As she dried her hair and put on make-up, she tried to boil her myriad of thoughts down to the essentials, two questions. First, did she trust him, and second, was she willing to sacrifice their partnership on something uncertain? Three years ago, the answer to the second would have been a solid no, regardless who the person was. But now, she really didn't know.
The sounds of someone knocking on her door interrupted her reverie. She glanced at the clock. 'He's here and I'm not dressed yet!' she thought frantically.
She opened the door to her bedroom and called out, "Use your key!"
Without waiting to see if Booth followed her instructions, she closed her door, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. Then she opened the door a smidge and poked her head around it.
"Hey Booth, I'm almost ready. Make yourself at home," she said with a smile.
He stepped into her line of sight from the direction of the kitchen. "I'm trying to Bones, but all your glasses are in the dishwasher," he responded.
"Did you check the cupboard to the right of the sink?" she asked.
"Yep," he replied.
So she stepped out of the bedroom, clad only in her towel, to find a glass for him.
The minute he saw her his throat went dry and he couldn't help but stare. The towel barely went to the middle of her thigh and he had an excellent view of her long toned legs.
He was staring at her again. He'd been doing it a lot lately and she debated whether or not to say anything.
Finally, she said with a laugh, "Like what you see, Booth?"
When he didn't reply, she continued, "My bikini covers a lot less of my body than this towel."
He couldn't think of anything appropriate to say. He didn't want to tell her the real reason why this was different. The bikini, which as she had pointed out showed much more skin, was still clothing and acceptable wear in certain situations. But nobody went around in public wearing a towel and the thought that she might be completely naked underneath the towel was enough to set his brain spinning and his heart pounding.
'Apparently I should have chosen to ignore his stare instead of commenting on it,' she thought, as she squatted down to open a cupboard to look for her paper cups. Booth walked up behind her and watched as she rummaged in the cupboard. She kept an arm around her waist to keep the towel from exposing much, but the end split at the top of her left thigh. Her skin was creamy white and looked so soft.
She was so beautiful and if things went right tonight, maybe she'd be his. Although if she knew he was thinking along those lines, she'd lecture him about anthropology and possession, he thought wryly. Suddenly he was nervous. A lot was riding on this date tonight. She hadn't told him no outright, but he wasn't sure if she was just taking him at his word and waiting until dinner to let him down, or if it meant there was a chance she wanted to be with him.
"Ah, ha! I knew they were in here somewhere," she exclaimed in triumph, pulling a package of paper cups from the cupboard. "They were hiding behind the waffle maker."
She handed them to him. As she brushed passed him on her way to the bedroom, he was tempted to pull the towel off her so he could…
"I'll be out in five minutes," she called over her shoulder.
Booth filled the cup with water. He sat down on the couch and sipped it slowly, trying to calm the nervous feeling in his stomach and push away the mental image of her in the towel.
Meanwhile, Brennan quickly pulled on underwear and the red dress. She looked at herself in the mirror. Not bad. She put on jewelry and the matching heels and grabbed her purse and coat before heading back out to the living room.
When she walked out, he paused, cup midway to his mouth.
"Wow… Temperance. You look amazing," he complimented her, looking a bid dazzled. "No, amazing doesn't even come close. You look fabulous.
Ever curious, she asked, "You saw me in this dress before, why are you so…?"
"Because this time you're wearing it for me, not just because we're undercover," he answered her unfinished question.
He stood and she finally took a good look at him, for the first time noticing he was wearing his "Tony" outfit and he looked devilishly handsome in it.
She stared for a minute before smacking pretend gum and saying in her Clara Bow voice, "So, we going out as Roxie and Tony?"
"Nope," he replied firmly, "as Temperance and Seeley. But these outfits are perfect for the evening."
He helped her into her coat, wrapped an arm around her waist, and escorted her to his vehicle.
Booth had chosen a pricey Italian place with low lighting and live classical music for their dinner and conversation. They made small talk until their salads arrived, then Booth asked, "So, you want to tell me what you're thinking, you know, about us?"
She looked at him. 'I'm not ready for this,' she panicked mentally. Then her rational side kicked in, and she took a deep breath.
Succinctly she replied, "It comes down to two things: whether or not I trust you and whether or not I'm willing to take the chance and live with whatever happens afterward. The first is a no-brainer. I've trusted you for a long time. It's the second that I'm not so sure about."
He was surprised that she had managed to boil it down to just two factors. Sometimes her greater-than-average intelligence caused her to make simple things complex and he was surprised that something he expected she would think was complex could be summarized so neatly.
"I… wow. It's that simple?" he asked, his surprise evident in his tone of voice.
"No, but those are the two basic issues that everything boils down to," she replied, smiling at his shock. "I never considered either relevant to any of my prior relationships," she added thoughtfully.
"Really? Why not?" he asked in fascination. "I don't usually consider risk, but if trust doesn't come at some point, then the relationship isn't worth keeping in my opinion."
"Well, you know my opinions on biological urges," she said, laughing lightly. "It was just easier to keep things simple. I know things with us will never be simple, and everything is really riding on that last question. Do you think it's worth the risk?"
"Oh, absolutely," he replied immediately. "I would never have asked if I didn't think so and wasn't ready."
She nodded, having expected an answer like that. "Say we decide to take the risk, what happens?"
'She doesn't ask the easy questions, does she?' he thought.
"Well, I really hope things work out and that we're together for a long time, forever if you want," he answered hesitantly, not wanting scare her off, but knowing she needed complete honesty.
Now it was her turn to be surprised. "You see forever?" she asked in a small voice, searching his eyes.
He nodded and their gazes caught and held for a moment. The invisible connection was broken by the sound of a fork dropping on the floor.
Brennan's brain kicked back into gear. She hadn't had someone like that since her family abandoned her. It sounded nice, wonderful actually, but it also scared her. She'd been on her own for so long, could she really do it?
"I'm just not sure, Booth," she said. "So many things could happen. We could be split up; one of us could die; maybe it wouldn't work out. And I'm not sure I'm ready."
He considered carefully before replying, "You know we can't control the future or other people. Those things could happen anyway. I think the success of our partnership shows that we can make this work."
"You want the white picket fence, 2.4 cars, 1.7 kids, and 3.2 pets," Brennan said. "And you know what I think about marriage and children."
"Yeah, I used to want to be just like my parents. Well, that and a superhero. The Rangers were the closest I could get to being a hero and look how that turned out. A few people might consider me a hero, but I've paid a steep price," he said. "While I might like romantic candle-light dinners, I do live in the real world, Bones. I know we won't ride into the sunset and live happily ever after. But we've managed to work out the issues we've had in our partnership and we can do the same in a relationship."
"I suppose that's logical," she agreed. "So then I guess it's up to me, whether or not I'm ready and willing to take the risk."
He sat back silently, eating his dinner, and let her ponder without interruption for a while. When she rested her arm on the table, he reached out and placed his hand over hers.
"Look, Bones. I'm not pressuring you for an answer tonight. You can have a long as you want to think about it. Just don't forget to include how you felt today in your musings," he said with a charm smile, gently playing with her fingers.
Suddenly the answer seemed so obvious to her. She remembered how couldn't stop touching his bare chest, how he always protected her and tried to look out for her best interests, and he made her feel incredible. He was right about the rest – the logical things. They were rational adults; they could sort out their differences and she couldn't control the future, but right here and now, she could make a decision that just might keep him in her life forever.
She nodded decisively. "Yes," she said firmly.
Now he was confused. "Yes, what?"
"It's a risk, but a calculated one. I'm not exactly sure I'm ready, but then I wasn't ready when I went on my first dig or to my first crime scene," she answered obliquely, taking the last bite of her entrée.
His smile practically stretched off his face.
"Great," he said ecstatically, "c'mon, Bones. Let's blow this joint. We have someplace to be."
At her confused look, he said, "It means let's get out of here."
"So, where's this place we have to be?" Brennan asked as they headed to the car a few minutes later.
"It's a surprise," he answered, opening her door. Although she pestered him, he refused to say more.
A few minutes later, she decided a new tactic was required.
"Seeley," she said, making her voice a bit husky, "please tell me where we're going."
The sound of her voice did funny things to his insides, but it wasn't enough to get him to tell. Now if she'd… he'd tell her anything she wanted. 'No, we're not going there,' he mentally scolded himself.
"Sorry, Temperance, but I'm still not telling," he replied with a teasing smile. "However, we're here."
While she looked around trying to figure out exactly where here was, he pulled into a parking spot and then rushed around to open her door for her.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"Leave your jacket and purse, you're not going to need them, and you'll see when we get inside," he said.
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Re: Wounded And Scarred by Saraluvzbonz - Romance rated K+
by CheeseBK Wed Jun 04, 2008 9:22 pm
Posted 19/12/2007 06:20:31 PM by ToZIKa
Hmmm I'm curious where 'here' is.
I liked it when Booth tried to show her the good sides of a relationship with him without actually saying something about his feelings for her.
And then the 'forever-part'
"You see forever?"
Of course he sees forever...he is in love...
Oh and I really loved the part when she is looking for a glass in nothing but a short towel.
PPS
Hmmm I'm curious where 'here' is.
I liked it when Booth tried to show her the good sides of a relationship with him without actually saying something about his feelings for her.
And then the 'forever-part'
"You see forever?"
Of course he sees forever...he is in love...
Oh and I really loved the part when she is looking for a glass in nothing but a short towel.
PPS
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Re: Wounded And Scarred by Saraluvzbonz - Romance rated K+
by CheeseBK Wed Jun 04, 2008 9:23 pm
Posted 21/12/2007 02:25:06 PM by saraluvzbonz
She shivered. The evening was cool. Just when she was about to comment about needing her coat, he draped his suit coat around her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. The coat was warm from his body heat and the smell of his cologne drifted from it to her nose. She inhaled deeply letting the scent wash over her. It was comforting somehow.
Lost in her musings, she missed the fact that they had reached the door of the building. He opened the door and said with a smile, "Let's dance, Bones."
As he used the arm around her shoulder to guide her into the room, she saw a large dance floor with a bar off to one side. On the opposite side of the floor from the bar, a row of booths lined the wall. Opposite the entrance, a band played on a raised platform. He led her toward a seat near the bar.
"I don't know how to swing dance," she objected.
"But you do know other kinds of dancing," he pointed out.
"Well, yeah," she replied dubiously. "Tribal dances from a number of different cultures, a bit of ballet, and David taught me some salsa."
"Well, swing and salsa have some similarities. The basic step is different, but once you have that down, a lot of the moves are similar," he said.
She looked at him for a moment. "I didn't know you knew how to dance," she eventually commented.
He looked embarrassed and then explained, "My mom wanted us to be 'cultured,' so once a month she took us to plays, museums, or concerts; not the expensive ones, we couldn't afford those, but the community events. Usually there'd be at least a few weeks in the year when I wasn't involved in sports, and those weeks she'd sign us up for dance lessons at the community center. Jared and I hated it."
Brennan wasn't sure what to say in response; her family was just messed up. Just about the time she was feeling frustrated with her inability to reply, he said, "I'll get us some drinks and you can watch the dancers for a while. Then I'll take to you upstairs and teach you the steps."
His comment about upstairs caused her to look around and she noticed there was a balcony above the band's platform. She realized there must be a smaller dance floor up there.
Booth returned and pressed a glass of red wine into her hand, and Brennan turned to watch the dancers. Booth spent his time watching her, drinking in her appearance, and trying to wrap his mind around the fact that she was his. He had waited a long time for this and now that it was actually happening he was having just a bit of trouble adjusting to the change.
Brennan noted that his claim that their Tony and Roxie outfits would be appropriate here was entirely true. They were a bit more dressed up than many of the people in the club, but she saw six or eight other couples in similar attire. After this observation, however, she had trouble focusing on the dance moves as Booth as suggested. She could feel his gaze, as palpable as a touch, leaving a trail of head on her skin.
Her voice roused him from his reverie. "How can I study the dancers when you're staring at me like that?" she asked.
"Enough watching, then. How about a lesson?" he suggested, standing and offering her his hand.
She placed her hand in his, abandoned her empty wine glass on the table, and followed him up the stairs to the small dance floor on the balcony.
As they walked he said, "There are several different styles of swing dancing. I'm going to teach you East Coast, because it's the easiest. The basic step happens over a count of six."
Booth led her to an empty place in the far corner and stood opposite her.
"Do the mirror of what I do," he said and then demonstrated his step. "Right, left, rock back." With each word, he moved his feet as described. "You'll be doing 'left, right, rock back,'" he continued.
He offered her his hands and they did the steps slowly, letting her get the feel of it. When she seemed comfortable, he showed her a couple of variations on the basic step, and then without warning he spun her out and back. With her prior dancing experience and martial arts training she picked up the dance quickly.
Brennan was surprised at how easy it was to follow his lead. His hands clearly signaled where he wanted her to go. She let out the mental breath she'd been holding and relaxed. As she became more comfortable with him, he tried out a slightly more complex series of steps.
Occasionally she would misinterpret him and there would be an awkward moment. Each time, he simply ignored her faux pas and continued with the dance. Given her usual take-the-bull-by-the-horns approach to life, he had almost expected her to try and lead at some point. But tonight she seemed a bit–well, softer, for lack of a better word.
After about half an hour, they made it through a whole song without any major missteps. When the song ended, he complimented her, "You're a quick study."
She smiled at him and said softly, "Thanks."
"I'm hot. Let's go back downstairs and get some water," he suggested.
"Sure, I could use some water," she replied, waving a hand near her neck, trying to cool down a little.
Ten minutes later their glasses were empty and Booth convinced her to get back out on the dance floor. The years they'd spent getting to know each other and learning to read the other's body language eased what could have been very awkward and they danced reasonably well together. Although they could have conversed, both preferred to absorb the experience in silence. Being together was enough, no words were necessary.
They had been dancing for a while when Booth pulled her to the side of the floor and nodded his head toward the center of the floor. A circle had formed around one pair of dancers who were showing off their smooth moves. Afterward, they stopped for another water break, sliding into two recently vacated seats at a table in front of the bar. He slid his chair next to hers and put his hand on her thigh. He slowly moved his thumb in a rhythmic pattern, his skin slipping along the smooth fabric of her red dress. A wave of pleasure shook her body and she suppressed a groan. His hand was hidden under the table so any onlooker probably would think she was cold, but the heat coursing through her body told a different story. Again she was amazed at how easily his touch awoke her desire. Brennan took a sip of her cold water, trying to control her urge to return the favor.
She didn't notice the couple approaching the table, so she was surprised when an unfamiliar voice penetrated the haze in her brain.
"Do you mind if we sit?" asked the man.
After a quick glance verified that most of the chairs were occupied, Booth nodded and the couple slipped into the two empty ones across the table.
"I'm Sam and this is Celia," the dark haired man said, introducing himself and his dance partner. Celia pulled her long blond braid over the shoulder of her sleeveless black dress.
"This is Temperance, and I'm Seeley," he replied.
"Whew. It's hot in here tonight," Celia said. "There aren't usually so many people, but the tonight's band tonight is especially good."
"Do you come often?" Brennan asked curiously.
Sam smiled at Celia and answered, "Often enough."
The next song was very loud, making conversation next to impossible, so they sipped their water in silence and let their heart rates return to normal. As the song ended, Celia leaned over to Sam and whispered in his ear. He nodded and then asked the anthropologist to dance. She glanced at Booth and he nodded that it was fine for her to dance with the other man. He promptly stood and offered his hand to the blond woman.
Nervously, Brennan warned her dance partner, "This is the first time I've ever danced swing, so I might step on your foot or something."
He smiled and said, "I'm sure my feet will be fine," before sending her out into a spin.
When he pulled her back in, she asked, "So, how did you meet Celia?"
As they danced, he answered her question. "A woman I was dating signed us up for swing dance lessons. Celia was the dance instructor. Half way through the class, my girlfriend dumped me and refused to finish the lesson. It seemed like a waste not to finish. Since the class was one woman short, I ended up dancing with Celia most of the time. That was two years ago."
As Brennan was about to reply, he pulled her toward the side of a circle that was forming and she turned to the center to watch the dancers. To her surprise, they turned out to be Booth and Celia. He led her in a series of complicated moves across the center of the circle and then back toward the center. As Brennan watched, Celia jumped toward him and Booth squatted a bit and caught her bent knees on his right thigh. Then he stood and twisted left, propelling her across his body to the other side and catching her right hand in his left. They paused for a moment and then pulled her into another series of showy moves around the dance floor.
Brennan watched, absolutely stunned. She hadn't even known he could dance more than the basics. Loud applause accompanied the end of the dance. Celia and Booth walked toward Sam and Brennan breathing hard.
As they approached, she exclaimed, still trying to get her mind around what happened, "Booth, I didn't know you could dance like that!"
"I haven't danced like that in years," he replied.
Brennan opened her mouth to ask where he'd learned to dance like that, but Celia interrupted.
"Wait, you're Seeley Booth?" she asked in obvious surprise.
The anthropologist nodded as he began to try and figure out if he knew her.
"No way! You and Jennifer won regionals the year before my partner and I moved to the senior division. I was so disappointed that you didn't win at nationals," the blond woman gushed.
He motioned everyone toward an available corner. Ignoring Celia for a moment, he answered Brennan's unasked question.
"I dated Jennifer my freshman year of high school. She loved to dance and I was in love with her, so when she needed a partner, I volunteered. Our relationship didn't last, but I didn't feel like I could leave her without a partner," he explained.
Brennan nodded, still trying to absorb this new side to her partner. An amusing idea struck her.
"So Booth, how does it feel to be recognized by someone other than a criminal? Do you like feeling famous?" she teased him.
Turning to Celia, she joked, "Quick, ask for his autograph, so he'll know what that feels like too."
Sam and Celia wore identical expressions of confusion, but Booth chuckled. Taking pity on the couple, he introduced his partner more completely.
"Sam, Celia, this is Dr. Temperance Brennan, forensic anthropologist with the Jeffersonian Institute and New York Times' best selling author," he said.
The couple laughed, finally having enough information to appreciate the joke. While they laughed, Brennan leaned over and asked Booth quietly if he liked the couple.
At his nod, she turned to them and said, "We know this place that has the best pie. Would you guys like to get some dessert with us?"
Now Booth was the one that was taken off guard. But Sam and Celia were nodding enthusiastically, so the four headed toward the door.
She shivered. The evening was cool. Just when she was about to comment about needing her coat, he draped his suit coat around her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. The coat was warm from his body heat and the smell of his cologne drifted from it to her nose. She inhaled deeply letting the scent wash over her. It was comforting somehow.
Lost in her musings, she missed the fact that they had reached the door of the building. He opened the door and said with a smile, "Let's dance, Bones."
As he used the arm around her shoulder to guide her into the room, she saw a large dance floor with a bar off to one side. On the opposite side of the floor from the bar, a row of booths lined the wall. Opposite the entrance, a band played on a raised platform. He led her toward a seat near the bar.
"I don't know how to swing dance," she objected.
"But you do know other kinds of dancing," he pointed out.
"Well, yeah," she replied dubiously. "Tribal dances from a number of different cultures, a bit of ballet, and David taught me some salsa."
"Well, swing and salsa have some similarities. The basic step is different, but once you have that down, a lot of the moves are similar," he said.
She looked at him for a moment. "I didn't know you knew how to dance," she eventually commented.
He looked embarrassed and then explained, "My mom wanted us to be 'cultured,' so once a month she took us to plays, museums, or concerts; not the expensive ones, we couldn't afford those, but the community events. Usually there'd be at least a few weeks in the year when I wasn't involved in sports, and those weeks she'd sign us up for dance lessons at the community center. Jared and I hated it."
Brennan wasn't sure what to say in response; her family was just messed up. Just about the time she was feeling frustrated with her inability to reply, he said, "I'll get us some drinks and you can watch the dancers for a while. Then I'll take to you upstairs and teach you the steps."
His comment about upstairs caused her to look around and she noticed there was a balcony above the band's platform. She realized there must be a smaller dance floor up there.
Booth returned and pressed a glass of red wine into her hand, and Brennan turned to watch the dancers. Booth spent his time watching her, drinking in her appearance, and trying to wrap his mind around the fact that she was his. He had waited a long time for this and now that it was actually happening he was having just a bit of trouble adjusting to the change.
Brennan noted that his claim that their Tony and Roxie outfits would be appropriate here was entirely true. They were a bit more dressed up than many of the people in the club, but she saw six or eight other couples in similar attire. After this observation, however, she had trouble focusing on the dance moves as Booth as suggested. She could feel his gaze, as palpable as a touch, leaving a trail of head on her skin.
Her voice roused him from his reverie. "How can I study the dancers when you're staring at me like that?" she asked.
"Enough watching, then. How about a lesson?" he suggested, standing and offering her his hand.
She placed her hand in his, abandoned her empty wine glass on the table, and followed him up the stairs to the small dance floor on the balcony.
As they walked he said, "There are several different styles of swing dancing. I'm going to teach you East Coast, because it's the easiest. The basic step happens over a count of six."
Booth led her to an empty place in the far corner and stood opposite her.
"Do the mirror of what I do," he said and then demonstrated his step. "Right, left, rock back." With each word, he moved his feet as described. "You'll be doing 'left, right, rock back,'" he continued.
He offered her his hands and they did the steps slowly, letting her get the feel of it. When she seemed comfortable, he showed her a couple of variations on the basic step, and then without warning he spun her out and back. With her prior dancing experience and martial arts training she picked up the dance quickly.
Brennan was surprised at how easy it was to follow his lead. His hands clearly signaled where he wanted her to go. She let out the mental breath she'd been holding and relaxed. As she became more comfortable with him, he tried out a slightly more complex series of steps.
Occasionally she would misinterpret him and there would be an awkward moment. Each time, he simply ignored her faux pas and continued with the dance. Given her usual take-the-bull-by-the-horns approach to life, he had almost expected her to try and lead at some point. But tonight she seemed a bit–well, softer, for lack of a better word.
After about half an hour, they made it through a whole song without any major missteps. When the song ended, he complimented her, "You're a quick study."
She smiled at him and said softly, "Thanks."
"I'm hot. Let's go back downstairs and get some water," he suggested.
"Sure, I could use some water," she replied, waving a hand near her neck, trying to cool down a little.
Ten minutes later their glasses were empty and Booth convinced her to get back out on the dance floor. The years they'd spent getting to know each other and learning to read the other's body language eased what could have been very awkward and they danced reasonably well together. Although they could have conversed, both preferred to absorb the experience in silence. Being together was enough, no words were necessary.
They had been dancing for a while when Booth pulled her to the side of the floor and nodded his head toward the center of the floor. A circle had formed around one pair of dancers who were showing off their smooth moves. Afterward, they stopped for another water break, sliding into two recently vacated seats at a table in front of the bar. He slid his chair next to hers and put his hand on her thigh. He slowly moved his thumb in a rhythmic pattern, his skin slipping along the smooth fabric of her red dress. A wave of pleasure shook her body and she suppressed a groan. His hand was hidden under the table so any onlooker probably would think she was cold, but the heat coursing through her body told a different story. Again she was amazed at how easily his touch awoke her desire. Brennan took a sip of her cold water, trying to control her urge to return the favor.
She didn't notice the couple approaching the table, so she was surprised when an unfamiliar voice penetrated the haze in her brain.
"Do you mind if we sit?" asked the man.
After a quick glance verified that most of the chairs were occupied, Booth nodded and the couple slipped into the two empty ones across the table.
"I'm Sam and this is Celia," the dark haired man said, introducing himself and his dance partner. Celia pulled her long blond braid over the shoulder of her sleeveless black dress.
"This is Temperance, and I'm Seeley," he replied.
"Whew. It's hot in here tonight," Celia said. "There aren't usually so many people, but the tonight's band tonight is especially good."
"Do you come often?" Brennan asked curiously.
Sam smiled at Celia and answered, "Often enough."
The next song was very loud, making conversation next to impossible, so they sipped their water in silence and let their heart rates return to normal. As the song ended, Celia leaned over to Sam and whispered in his ear. He nodded and then asked the anthropologist to dance. She glanced at Booth and he nodded that it was fine for her to dance with the other man. He promptly stood and offered his hand to the blond woman.
Nervously, Brennan warned her dance partner, "This is the first time I've ever danced swing, so I might step on your foot or something."
He smiled and said, "I'm sure my feet will be fine," before sending her out into a spin.
When he pulled her back in, she asked, "So, how did you meet Celia?"
As they danced, he answered her question. "A woman I was dating signed us up for swing dance lessons. Celia was the dance instructor. Half way through the class, my girlfriend dumped me and refused to finish the lesson. It seemed like a waste not to finish. Since the class was one woman short, I ended up dancing with Celia most of the time. That was two years ago."
As Brennan was about to reply, he pulled her toward the side of a circle that was forming and she turned to the center to watch the dancers. To her surprise, they turned out to be Booth and Celia. He led her in a series of complicated moves across the center of the circle and then back toward the center. As Brennan watched, Celia jumped toward him and Booth squatted a bit and caught her bent knees on his right thigh. Then he stood and twisted left, propelling her across his body to the other side and catching her right hand in his left. They paused for a moment and then pulled her into another series of showy moves around the dance floor.
Brennan watched, absolutely stunned. She hadn't even known he could dance more than the basics. Loud applause accompanied the end of the dance. Celia and Booth walked toward Sam and Brennan breathing hard.
As they approached, she exclaimed, still trying to get her mind around what happened, "Booth, I didn't know you could dance like that!"
"I haven't danced like that in years," he replied.
Brennan opened her mouth to ask where he'd learned to dance like that, but Celia interrupted.
"Wait, you're Seeley Booth?" she asked in obvious surprise.
The anthropologist nodded as he began to try and figure out if he knew her.
"No way! You and Jennifer won regionals the year before my partner and I moved to the senior division. I was so disappointed that you didn't win at nationals," the blond woman gushed.
He motioned everyone toward an available corner. Ignoring Celia for a moment, he answered Brennan's unasked question.
"I dated Jennifer my freshman year of high school. She loved to dance and I was in love with her, so when she needed a partner, I volunteered. Our relationship didn't last, but I didn't feel like I could leave her without a partner," he explained.
Brennan nodded, still trying to absorb this new side to her partner. An amusing idea struck her.
"So Booth, how does it feel to be recognized by someone other than a criminal? Do you like feeling famous?" she teased him.
Turning to Celia, she joked, "Quick, ask for his autograph, so he'll know what that feels like too."
Sam and Celia wore identical expressions of confusion, but Booth chuckled. Taking pity on the couple, he introduced his partner more completely.
"Sam, Celia, this is Dr. Temperance Brennan, forensic anthropologist with the Jeffersonian Institute and New York Times' best selling author," he said.
The couple laughed, finally having enough information to appreciate the joke. While they laughed, Brennan leaned over and asked Booth quietly if he liked the couple.
At his nod, she turned to them and said, "We know this place that has the best pie. Would you guys like to get some dessert with us?"
Now Booth was the one that was taken off guard. But Sam and Celia were nodding enthusiastically, so the four headed toward the door.
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Re: Wounded And Scarred by Saraluvzbonz - Romance rated K+
by CheeseBK Wed Jun 04, 2008 9:23 pm
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AN: Sorry for the wait on this chapter. I was hoping to have it done so I could post it as a New Year's present, but redrider, quite correctly, told me that I needed to rework part of it. Thanks, red for making my stories better. There will be one more chapter after this and I'm going to try and write it tonight.
Just inside the door of the dance club, Sam kissed Celia on the cheek and said, "I'll be back in a minute with the car."
She smiled at him.
"I can bring the SUV around, Bones," Booth offered, wishing he was brave enough kiss Brennan on the cheek. Despite their dinner conversation, he wasn't sure she wouldn't lay him flat on his back if he tried it right now.
She looked at him for a moment and then nodded her assent. Celia noticed the suprised look he shot the anthropologist before he turned and headed out the door.
Curious, she asked, "Why did he do a double take when you nodded at him?"
Brennan replied, "I usually call him on his alpha male tendencies, but it's cold out tonight and my coat's in the car."
"Alpha male tendencies?" Celia echoed in confusion.
"You know," Brennan replied, "opening the door, trying to carry my bags, using his hand to push me the direction he wants me to go."
Celia got the gist, although she wasn't quite sure why someone would call gentlemanly behavior 'alpha male tendencies.'
When they heard the honking of a car, the two women exited the club.
"Just follow Booth," Brennan told Celia before climbing into the SUV. "We're headed to the Royal Diner."
On the short ride to the diner, Booth expressed his surprise. "I can't believe you actually let me bring the car around for you, Bones."
She shrugged and replied, "It was cold out and my coat was in the car. Plus we're on a date. I'm pretty sure that it was appropriate behavior for a woman on a date. I figured I should try and do things in the customary fashion at least once."
"Speaking of this being a date," Booth said, "why did you invite Sam and Celia on our date?"
"You're always talking about how I need to be friendlier, and I'm pretty sure that it's a normal couple thing to do to meet other couples," Brennan answered.
He smiled. She was trying so hard.
"You're right, but not usually on the first date," he replied.
"Oh," she said in a small voice. "Did I mess things up?"
"It's fine, babe," he said. "Not exactly how I planned, but things rarely go as planned when you're around."
Brennan heard the word "babe" and missed the rest of what he said.
"Don't call me 'babe,'" she said with heat. "Just because I let you bring the car around once and we've decided to date doesn't mean you can assert your dominance over me verbally or demean me in front of people."
"We're not around any people," Booth pointed out. "And I apologize for thinking it might be a term of endearment, when it's clearly not," he continued sarcastically.
He pulled into the parking lot of the diner and found an empty spot. Sam and Celia parked next to them and the four headed into the restaurant.
The hostess seated them at a booth near the back. The men waited as the women slid into seats opposite each other and then took their seats.
A waitress approached their table.
"You want your usual?" she asked, recognizing the FBI agent and the anthropologist.
"Not tonight, Tina. We're here for coffee and pie," Booth replied.
Tina nodded and turned her attention to Sam and Celia. "We have apple, cherry, and chocolate pie this evening. What can I get you to drink?"
The two conferred for a minute and decided on the cherry.
"You two eat here often enough to have a usual?" Sam asked.
"We eat here several times a week," the agent offered.
"Only because you insist on dragging me out of the lab," Brennan said.
Booth argued, "You wouldn't eat if I didn't!"
Sam and Celia watched in amusement as the two bickered. Tina came to deliver their drinks and the pie, but neither of them stopped arguing, although they did start eating the pie.
"I know how to feed myself, Booth. You just like asserting your alpha male tendencies over me," she exclaimed.
"You know, I never throw your alpha female qualities in your face, Bones," he pointed out.
"That's because I don't use them on you," she said. "And get your own argument. You always win the ones about the gun and who drives. You don't get to steal my alpha argument."
Booth laughed suddenly and slung an arm over her shoulder. Turning to their guests he apologized, "Sorry about that. I guess tonight's the night to revisit old arguments."
Booth took half of the small piece of their slice of pie that was left and Brennan took the other. As she reached for her empty coffee cup, he flagged down the waitress for refills.
"How long have you two been dating?" Celia asked. From the way they argued, it was clear that they'd known each other quite a while.
"This is our first date," Brennan said.
"But you've known each other for much longer?" Sam queried.
"We've been partners for two and half years," Booth answered, resting his right hand in his lap for a moment before slipping it onto her left thigh. She shivered at his touch.
"Work partners," the anthropologist clarified, distracted by the warmth of his hand.
'Two can play this game,' she thought, mimicking his action and putting her left hand on his thigh.
Booth suppressed his natural instinct to jump, but she noticed his eyes darken.
Celia's curiosity was piqued. "What kind of a partner does a forensic anthropologist have?"
"An FBI agent," she answered.
Booth, meanwhile, was curious about Sam and Celia.
"So, how about you guys? What do you do for a living?" he asked, trying to ignore the fire radiating from the place Brennan's hand rested on his leg. It was slowly inching toward his groin.
"Celia owns a dance studio and I'm a civil engineer," Sam answered.
"They met when he took one of her dance classes," Brennan put in, pleased to know something about them that he didn't.
"How long have you two been dating?" Booth asked, catching her errant hand before it reached its target.
"About a year," Celia answered.
Sam glanced at his watch. "Wow. I can't believe it's eleven already. Time flies when you're having fun, but the alarm clock will be going off early."
"We'd better go, too," the agent told his partner.
"But I wanted to ask Celia about her dance studio," Brennan protested.
"We have an early meeting with Cullen tomorrow," he responded. "Maybe you could ask her another time."
Booth tossed cash on the table, the two couples said their good-byes, and Booth and Brennan headed toward the door, his hand resting at its usual place in the small of her back. Sam and Celia stared after them, a bit in shock.
"Are they always like that?" Celia asked Tina as she came to collect the cash and offer them a refill.
Tina glanced at their retreating backs and smiled. "Oh, usually they're worse," she answered. "You should hear them when they argue about a case. The way they argue, you'd think they were married or something."
True to her earlier pronouncement, Brennan allowed Booth to open the car door for her. When they were both in the vehicle, she said, "I don't remember you telling me we had a meeting with Cullen."
"That's because I set it up while you were getting ready," Booth replied. "I was hoping you'd be okay with us becoming a couple and figured we'd need to tell him."
"Why?" Brennan demanded. "Why does your boss need to know?"
"I didn't think you'd want to keep it a secret," he said.
"No, I wouldn't," she agreed.
He stopped at a red light, looked over at her, and said, "So, you'll probably tell Angela tomorrow."
"Yes," she agreed again. The light turned green and Booth accelerated.
"Eventually, the news would get around to somebody at the FBI and then Cullen," he said, concluding his somewhat round-about answer to her question. "And it wouldn't be a good idea if he heard about it from somebody else."
Brennan nodded thoughtfully. "So, you manage things right, and we can stay partners," she concluded. "Smart thinking."
"Thanks, Bones. But I consider it self-preservation," he replied wryly.
He turned into the parking lot of her apartment complex and pulled into her extra spot. 'Escort her upstairs and give her a goodnight kiss outside her door. Things went really well tonight; you don't want to ruin things by rushing her,' Booth mentally lectured himself as went round to open her door.
As they meandered into the building, she inched closer to him and slipped her arm through his. Somehow, being together felt natural instead of awkward as she had expected, and she smiled softly.
"You wanna come in, Booth?" she asked as they waited for the elevator.
"Nah, I should probably head home and get some shut-eye," he said, trying not to read more into her statement than the literal meaning.
After they stepped into the elevator, she pushed the button for her floor and said tentatively, "This has been the best day I've had in a long time, maybe ever. I don't want it to end."
Booth leaned down, kissed her on the forehead, and said with a smile, "Well, when you put it that way, of course I'll stay."
The elevator dinged as the doors opened and the two exited in the direction of her apartment. She offered him her keys and he unlocked her door. He helped her out of her coat and she kicked off her heels.
"Care for something to drink, Seeley?" she asked, heading toward the kitchen.
"Water's fine," he replied, taking off his suit coat and hanging it on the rack.
A few moments later, Brennan found him sitting on one end of her couch with his stocking feet up on her coffee table. She offered him a glass and then curled up next to him, tucking her feet up under her. He put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.
She sat silently, sipping her water and thinking back over the day. Somehow it had been perfect – a mixture of fun and serious, quietness and laughter. He made her feel beautiful and smart, like she was the only person who mattered. He radiated sexuality and desire for her without being pushy. Her heart raced as she remembered their kiss. They had it all, she realized looking up and meeting his gaze, and in that moment, she knew she wasn't falling in love with him, rather she loved him already.
Booth tightened his arm around her and studied her face. A soft smile played about her lips and he admired her beauty for the zillionth time that day. Her eyes widened, probably a result of something she was thinking, and then he was lost in her eyes. They seemed to be saying that she loved him.
As Brennan was about to reach up and initiate their second kiss, he pulled her into his lap, her head resting on his shoulder, legs stretched straight out.
"What were you thinking, Temperance?" he queried.
"This is our moment," she told him, "the one where we catch fire. If we don't take it now, who knows what will happen?"
He looked confused, so she explained, "Someone told me once that all couples have a moment. If they take it, they might be together for a long time. If they don't, then eventually they will grow apart."
"Our moment. I like the sound of that," he said, his charm smile at full wattage. Then he turned and their lips met in a second kiss which far surpassed the first. Since she admitted to herself that she loved him, she offered herself completely in the kiss, trusting him in a way she hadn't done before.
A few small soft kisses turned into longer ones, each one pushing the next to new heights. First, a small swipe of the tongue across the other's lips, then when he groaned and pulled her closer a quick flick of her tongue inside his partly opened lips, followed by a light dance of their tongues against each other and then a leisurely exploration of the other's mouth.
Neither could deny their attraction for the other. They paused only long enough to suck in the necessary oxygen and then their mouths were entangled again in growing passion. Brennan's brain had short-circuited and her limbs operated independently. The fingers of her hand slowly danced across the back of his neck and the other stroked the hard planes of his chest.
He couldn't ever remember being this aroused by a simple kiss. He wove his fingers into her hair. It felt as soft and silky as it looked. When he stroked her outer thigh, slipping his hand underneath the smooth fabric of her dress, she shuddered and then pressed closer to him, kissing him more urgently. He had a hard time focusing on kissing her and moving his hand at the same time, but somehow he managed both, eventually sliding his hand to caress the inside of her thigh.
"Seeley," she groaned his name in appreciation, and then shifted positions. She hiked her skirt up until her legs had enough freedom of moment to sit astride him. He hardened further in response. She wormed her arms between his shoulders and the couch cushion and squeezed herself to him. Automatically his hands explored the now revealed skin and settled comfortably low on her hips.
As he was trying to decide which part of her body he wanted to explore next, the whine of a siren penetrated the fog of his desire, and he loosened his arms, panting heavily. She sat back, surprised for a moment. She wanted to continue what they were doing and the desire showed in her eyes.
"I… we can't do this right now," he said in a husky voice.
"Why not?" she asked softly, moving sinuously against him. "We're both consenting adults."
"If we do this now, could you stand in Cullen's office in a few hours and manage to be professional?" he asked. "Because I'm not sure I could."
"Oh," she said in a small voice. The mention of Cullen's name squashed the desire she'd felt. He didn't really like her much. He probably wouldn't be happy with this new development between them.
She shifted from Booth's lap to his side and cuddled against him, enjoying the warmth and safety she felt in his arms. She allowed the emotions of the moment to push away her fears. She wiggled a bit settling deeper into his arms and slowly slipped into sleep
AN: Sorry for the wait on this chapter. I was hoping to have it done so I could post it as a New Year's present, but redrider, quite correctly, told me that I needed to rework part of it. Thanks, red for making my stories better. There will be one more chapter after this and I'm going to try and write it tonight.
Just inside the door of the dance club, Sam kissed Celia on the cheek and said, "I'll be back in a minute with the car."
She smiled at him.
"I can bring the SUV around, Bones," Booth offered, wishing he was brave enough kiss Brennan on the cheek. Despite their dinner conversation, he wasn't sure she wouldn't lay him flat on his back if he tried it right now.
She looked at him for a moment and then nodded her assent. Celia noticed the suprised look he shot the anthropologist before he turned and headed out the door.
Curious, she asked, "Why did he do a double take when you nodded at him?"
Brennan replied, "I usually call him on his alpha male tendencies, but it's cold out tonight and my coat's in the car."
"Alpha male tendencies?" Celia echoed in confusion.
"You know," Brennan replied, "opening the door, trying to carry my bags, using his hand to push me the direction he wants me to go."
Celia got the gist, although she wasn't quite sure why someone would call gentlemanly behavior 'alpha male tendencies.'
When they heard the honking of a car, the two women exited the club.
"Just follow Booth," Brennan told Celia before climbing into the SUV. "We're headed to the Royal Diner."
On the short ride to the diner, Booth expressed his surprise. "I can't believe you actually let me bring the car around for you, Bones."
She shrugged and replied, "It was cold out and my coat was in the car. Plus we're on a date. I'm pretty sure that it was appropriate behavior for a woman on a date. I figured I should try and do things in the customary fashion at least once."
"Speaking of this being a date," Booth said, "why did you invite Sam and Celia on our date?"
"You're always talking about how I need to be friendlier, and I'm pretty sure that it's a normal couple thing to do to meet other couples," Brennan answered.
He smiled. She was trying so hard.
"You're right, but not usually on the first date," he replied.
"Oh," she said in a small voice. "Did I mess things up?"
"It's fine, babe," he said. "Not exactly how I planned, but things rarely go as planned when you're around."
Brennan heard the word "babe" and missed the rest of what he said.
"Don't call me 'babe,'" she said with heat. "Just because I let you bring the car around once and we've decided to date doesn't mean you can assert your dominance over me verbally or demean me in front of people."
"We're not around any people," Booth pointed out. "And I apologize for thinking it might be a term of endearment, when it's clearly not," he continued sarcastically.
He pulled into the parking lot of the diner and found an empty spot. Sam and Celia parked next to them and the four headed into the restaurant.
The hostess seated them at a booth near the back. The men waited as the women slid into seats opposite each other and then took their seats.
A waitress approached their table.
"You want your usual?" she asked, recognizing the FBI agent and the anthropologist.
"Not tonight, Tina. We're here for coffee and pie," Booth replied.
Tina nodded and turned her attention to Sam and Celia. "We have apple, cherry, and chocolate pie this evening. What can I get you to drink?"
The two conferred for a minute and decided on the cherry.
"You two eat here often enough to have a usual?" Sam asked.
"We eat here several times a week," the agent offered.
"Only because you insist on dragging me out of the lab," Brennan said.
Booth argued, "You wouldn't eat if I didn't!"
Sam and Celia watched in amusement as the two bickered. Tina came to deliver their drinks and the pie, but neither of them stopped arguing, although they did start eating the pie.
"I know how to feed myself, Booth. You just like asserting your alpha male tendencies over me," she exclaimed.
"You know, I never throw your alpha female qualities in your face, Bones," he pointed out.
"That's because I don't use them on you," she said. "And get your own argument. You always win the ones about the gun and who drives. You don't get to steal my alpha argument."
Booth laughed suddenly and slung an arm over her shoulder. Turning to their guests he apologized, "Sorry about that. I guess tonight's the night to revisit old arguments."
Booth took half of the small piece of their slice of pie that was left and Brennan took the other. As she reached for her empty coffee cup, he flagged down the waitress for refills.
"How long have you two been dating?" Celia asked. From the way they argued, it was clear that they'd known each other quite a while.
"This is our first date," Brennan said.
"But you've known each other for much longer?" Sam queried.
"We've been partners for two and half years," Booth answered, resting his right hand in his lap for a moment before slipping it onto her left thigh. She shivered at his touch.
"Work partners," the anthropologist clarified, distracted by the warmth of his hand.
'Two can play this game,' she thought, mimicking his action and putting her left hand on his thigh.
Booth suppressed his natural instinct to jump, but she noticed his eyes darken.
Celia's curiosity was piqued. "What kind of a partner does a forensic anthropologist have?"
"An FBI agent," she answered.
Booth, meanwhile, was curious about Sam and Celia.
"So, how about you guys? What do you do for a living?" he asked, trying to ignore the fire radiating from the place Brennan's hand rested on his leg. It was slowly inching toward his groin.
"Celia owns a dance studio and I'm a civil engineer," Sam answered.
"They met when he took one of her dance classes," Brennan put in, pleased to know something about them that he didn't.
"How long have you two been dating?" Booth asked, catching her errant hand before it reached its target.
"About a year," Celia answered.
Sam glanced at his watch. "Wow. I can't believe it's eleven already. Time flies when you're having fun, but the alarm clock will be going off early."
"We'd better go, too," the agent told his partner.
"But I wanted to ask Celia about her dance studio," Brennan protested.
"We have an early meeting with Cullen tomorrow," he responded. "Maybe you could ask her another time."
Booth tossed cash on the table, the two couples said their good-byes, and Booth and Brennan headed toward the door, his hand resting at its usual place in the small of her back. Sam and Celia stared after them, a bit in shock.
"Are they always like that?" Celia asked Tina as she came to collect the cash and offer them a refill.
Tina glanced at their retreating backs and smiled. "Oh, usually they're worse," she answered. "You should hear them when they argue about a case. The way they argue, you'd think they were married or something."
True to her earlier pronouncement, Brennan allowed Booth to open the car door for her. When they were both in the vehicle, she said, "I don't remember you telling me we had a meeting with Cullen."
"That's because I set it up while you were getting ready," Booth replied. "I was hoping you'd be okay with us becoming a couple and figured we'd need to tell him."
"Why?" Brennan demanded. "Why does your boss need to know?"
"I didn't think you'd want to keep it a secret," he said.
"No, I wouldn't," she agreed.
He stopped at a red light, looked over at her, and said, "So, you'll probably tell Angela tomorrow."
"Yes," she agreed again. The light turned green and Booth accelerated.
"Eventually, the news would get around to somebody at the FBI and then Cullen," he said, concluding his somewhat round-about answer to her question. "And it wouldn't be a good idea if he heard about it from somebody else."
Brennan nodded thoughtfully. "So, you manage things right, and we can stay partners," she concluded. "Smart thinking."
"Thanks, Bones. But I consider it self-preservation," he replied wryly.
He turned into the parking lot of her apartment complex and pulled into her extra spot. 'Escort her upstairs and give her a goodnight kiss outside her door. Things went really well tonight; you don't want to ruin things by rushing her,' Booth mentally lectured himself as went round to open her door.
As they meandered into the building, she inched closer to him and slipped her arm through his. Somehow, being together felt natural instead of awkward as she had expected, and she smiled softly.
"You wanna come in, Booth?" she asked as they waited for the elevator.
"Nah, I should probably head home and get some shut-eye," he said, trying not to read more into her statement than the literal meaning.
After they stepped into the elevator, she pushed the button for her floor and said tentatively, "This has been the best day I've had in a long time, maybe ever. I don't want it to end."
Booth leaned down, kissed her on the forehead, and said with a smile, "Well, when you put it that way, of course I'll stay."
The elevator dinged as the doors opened and the two exited in the direction of her apartment. She offered him her keys and he unlocked her door. He helped her out of her coat and she kicked off her heels.
"Care for something to drink, Seeley?" she asked, heading toward the kitchen.
"Water's fine," he replied, taking off his suit coat and hanging it on the rack.
A few moments later, Brennan found him sitting on one end of her couch with his stocking feet up on her coffee table. She offered him a glass and then curled up next to him, tucking her feet up under her. He put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.
She sat silently, sipping her water and thinking back over the day. Somehow it had been perfect – a mixture of fun and serious, quietness and laughter. He made her feel beautiful and smart, like she was the only person who mattered. He radiated sexuality and desire for her without being pushy. Her heart raced as she remembered their kiss. They had it all, she realized looking up and meeting his gaze, and in that moment, she knew she wasn't falling in love with him, rather she loved him already.
Booth tightened his arm around her and studied her face. A soft smile played about her lips and he admired her beauty for the zillionth time that day. Her eyes widened, probably a result of something she was thinking, and then he was lost in her eyes. They seemed to be saying that she loved him.
As Brennan was about to reach up and initiate their second kiss, he pulled her into his lap, her head resting on his shoulder, legs stretched straight out.
"What were you thinking, Temperance?" he queried.
"This is our moment," she told him, "the one where we catch fire. If we don't take it now, who knows what will happen?"
He looked confused, so she explained, "Someone told me once that all couples have a moment. If they take it, they might be together for a long time. If they don't, then eventually they will grow apart."
"Our moment. I like the sound of that," he said, his charm smile at full wattage. Then he turned and their lips met in a second kiss which far surpassed the first. Since she admitted to herself that she loved him, she offered herself completely in the kiss, trusting him in a way she hadn't done before.
A few small soft kisses turned into longer ones, each one pushing the next to new heights. First, a small swipe of the tongue across the other's lips, then when he groaned and pulled her closer a quick flick of her tongue inside his partly opened lips, followed by a light dance of their tongues against each other and then a leisurely exploration of the other's mouth.
Neither could deny their attraction for the other. They paused only long enough to suck in the necessary oxygen and then their mouths were entangled again in growing passion. Brennan's brain had short-circuited and her limbs operated independently. The fingers of her hand slowly danced across the back of his neck and the other stroked the hard planes of his chest.
He couldn't ever remember being this aroused by a simple kiss. He wove his fingers into her hair. It felt as soft and silky as it looked. When he stroked her outer thigh, slipping his hand underneath the smooth fabric of her dress, she shuddered and then pressed closer to him, kissing him more urgently. He had a hard time focusing on kissing her and moving his hand at the same time, but somehow he managed both, eventually sliding his hand to caress the inside of her thigh.
"Seeley," she groaned his name in appreciation, and then shifted positions. She hiked her skirt up until her legs had enough freedom of moment to sit astride him. He hardened further in response. She wormed her arms between his shoulders and the couch cushion and squeezed herself to him. Automatically his hands explored the now revealed skin and settled comfortably low on her hips.
As he was trying to decide which part of her body he wanted to explore next, the whine of a siren penetrated the fog of his desire, and he loosened his arms, panting heavily. She sat back, surprised for a moment. She wanted to continue what they were doing and the desire showed in her eyes.
"I… we can't do this right now," he said in a husky voice.
"Why not?" she asked softly, moving sinuously against him. "We're both consenting adults."
"If we do this now, could you stand in Cullen's office in a few hours and manage to be professional?" he asked. "Because I'm not sure I could."
"Oh," she said in a small voice. The mention of Cullen's name squashed the desire she'd felt. He didn't really like her much. He probably wouldn't be happy with this new development between them.
She shifted from Booth's lap to his side and cuddled against him, enjoying the warmth and safety she felt in his arms. She allowed the emotions of the moment to push away her fears. She wiggled a bit settling deeper into his arms and slowly slipped into sleep
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Re: Wounded And Scarred by Saraluvzbonz - Romance rated K+
by CheeseBK Wed Jun 04, 2008 9:24 pm
Posted 04/01/2008 10:07:37 AM by ToZiKa
I can't believe that she is actually trying to be a normal woman for once in her life...
I really liked this new chapter and I'm looking forward to the next one.
I can't believe that she is actually trying to be a normal woman for once in her life...
I really liked this new chapter and I'm looking forward to the next one.
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Re: Wounded And Scarred by Saraluvzbonz - Romance rated K+
by CheeseBK Wed Jun 04, 2008 9:24 pm
Posted 05/01/2008 09:40:54 AM by CheeseBK
uh, great, just great!!!! i love it
uh, great, just great!!!! i love it
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Re: Wounded And Scarred by Saraluvzbonz - Romance rated K+
by CheeseBK Wed Jun 04, 2008 9:25 pm
Posted 06/01/2008 03:36:49 AM by saraluvzbonz
AN: Thanks for the reviews ToZiKa and CheeseBK. Here's the last chapter.
Brennan woke by habit at 6:30 the next morning. She felt comfortable and warm, and she hadn't felt this rested in a long time. Then she opened her eyes and wondered why she had fallen asleep in her living room. Someone stirred next to her, and everything came rushing back.
Cuddling closer to Booth and kissed his cheek softly, she said softly, "Wake up sleepy-head."
Booth woke in a panic. "I can't believe we fell asleep on your couch," he practically shouted. "We aren't late for our meeting, are we?"
"Calm down, Booth," she replied, "we have an hour."
"Oh," he said, in relief. "Then I have time for this." And he dipped his head and caught her lips in a soft kiss.
After kissing him eagerly for a bit, she pulled back saying, "I need to hop in the shower if I'm going to be on time for our meeting."
Booth stood up and stretched before jamming his feet into his shoes and pulling on his suit coat. She couldn't help but stare. Even in a rumpled suit with half squashed hair he was irresistibly good looking.
"See you there, Bones?" he asked, breaking her reverie.
"I wouldn't miss it," she replied, kissing him again before he exited her apartment.
She dressed with extra care that morning. She needed to look good and very professional. Every few minutes a silly smile appeared on her face as she thought of her partner or the previous day. Then the happy thought was chased away by her worries about their meeting and her mouth would settle into a frown.
At precisely 7:30, a file in hand, Booth knocked on his boss' door. When he heard Cullen's call of 'come in,' he opened the door and waited for Brennan to enter. He followed her into the office and stood to her left in front of the desk.
He smiled at her. His right hand reached for her left while his other hand offered a file to the deputy director. Cullen reached for the file, noticing the position of their hands, but choosing not to comment on it yet.
He glanced through the file briefly before commenting, "This was not urgent enough for to call a meeting during my prep hour."
"Yes sir," Booth agreed.
"Then I assume there's another reason for the meeting," Cullen said.
"Yes sir," Booth replied, raising their clasped hands.
Cullen raised an eyebrow and Booth elaborated, "We've decided to date, sir."
He fixed the couple with a serious gaze and then suddenly laughed loudly.
Brennan was so surprised that she almost jumped out of her skin. Then she looked at Booth with a confused expression. He shrugged slightly, indicating that he didn't know what was funny either.
"I can't believe it took you so long," Cullen said.
They both stared at him in surprise.
"Oh, come on," he scoffed, "everyone's been taking bets for months about how long it would take you to get together. How you feel about each other was totally obvious to everyone, except apparently you two."
Brennan grimaced a bit at hearing Cullen express the sentiment she'd expressed to her partner yesterday.
"So, when did this happen?" he asked.
"We talked about it over dinner last night and agreed it was a logical course of action," Brennan answered.
Both Cullen and Booth looked at her a bit oddly.
"Only you, Bones," Booth said, shaking his head incredulously. "I took her to a nice restaurant sir, then dancing and then to the diner for dessert. You're pretty much the first person we've told."
"Booth," she interjected, "technically, he's the third person. Sam and Celia were the first two."
He rolled his eyes at her. "We met them at the dance club last night and invited them to the diner for pie," Booth explained to his boss.
"So, you've already had time to think about how you'd handle this," Brennan put in, changing the subject. She hoped that he would answer the question she was dying to know the answer to, but was too afraid to ask.
"FBI regulations prohibit partners from dating," Cullen said. "But you, Dr. Brennan, are not FBI, so the application of the rule is unclear. As you both have always behaved professionally and there are no regulations covering this specific situation, I see no reason to split you up. But I won't hesitate to do so if this affects your work or if I hear of unprofessional behavior while you're working."
Brennan let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She suppressed the desire to do a little dance which would not be professional, and instead smiled widely at him and said, "Thank you, sir."
Cullen heard the bickering begin the moment they were out of his office and shook his head.
"Bones, you didn't need to correct me in there," Booth hissed. "When you do that, you make me look bad in front of my boss."
"But he wasn't the first person we told," she argued back.
"Yes, and that's why I qualified the statement with 'pretty much,'" he retorted. "Sam and Celia don't know anybody that we work with, so they were irrelevant to the conversation."
"We don't know them well enough to know whether or not they know anybody else we know," Brennan pointed out logically.
In frustration, he tossed his hands in the air. "Just go examine a skeleton or something, please," he begged.
"I have a couple of files for you," she said, hoping he would come back to the Jeffersonian with her.
"Uh… are you planning on telling Angela soon?" he asked.
"When I get in," she replied. "I don't think I could hide my happiness from her."
At that statement Booth's frustration melted and he smiled the special smile he reserved just for her.
"Thanks, but I have paperwork to do," he answered her question. "Plus I don't want to be too close when you tell Angela. Her squeal would probably make me deaf for the rest of the day."
She glared at him and defended her friend. "Ange isn't that bad."
"Not when your ears are used to it," Booth muttered. Then in a louder tone, he said, "How about we do lunch?"
Brennan agreed and then headed for her car.
She sat in her office and waited impatiently for Angela to arrive. Half an hour later, she darted out of her office.
"Do you have a minute?" the anthropologist asked the artist casually.
Angela eyed her friend and replied with a smile, "For you, sweetie? Always."
When they were both seated on the couch in Brennan's office, the artist asked, "So, what's up?"
Brennan looked a bit unsure about where to start and then broke into a happy smile at the thought of her partner, no partner and boyfriend.
"I… Booth…" she began, but couldn't find the right words.
"Please tell me you finally hooked up with your FBI hunk," Angela begged.
"Not exactly, hooked up, but we went on a date," the anthropologist replied, finally managing to put together a complete (and coherent) sentence.
"You did? I don't believe it," the artists said, clearly in shock.
Brennan nodded, "We really did. And the news gets better. Cullen isn't going to split us up."
"Details, sweetie. I need details," Angela practically begged.
So Brennan summarized the events of the day before, beginning with him dragging her to lunch and ending with them falling asleep on her couch. Throughout the story Angela sighed and made comments about how romantic Booth was.
When she finished her recital, the artist said, "I can't believe you invited another couple on your date."
Before Brennan could reply, she continued dreamily, "It's almost as good as falling in love myself."
Meanwhile, the anthropologist was frowning. "I think Booth will want to wait to, you know…"
Angela looked surprised. "Of course he will; he's a romantic. Why are you frowning? Most women would die to have what you've got."
"It's just that we've already waited so long," she said.
"You remember when we talked about the stages of relationships when Booth was with Tessa?" the artist asked her friend.
She nodded.
"Well, there are stages to physical intimacy too," Angela replied. "You and Booth have gone through most of them even though you weren't romantic. He just wants to do things right, and that means going through them in the right order."
"Oh," Brennan replied, in a thoughtful tone.
"So, how about the two of us go to lunch and you can give me more details?" Angela asked with a suggestive wink.
"Sorry, Angela," Booth said from the doorway, "but Bones and I already have plans."
"You don't look very sorry," she teased, as her friend grabbed her coat and purse. She watched them as they walked down the hall away from her, hoping to catch them holding hands or kissing. To her disappointment, nothing happened.
'I'll have to get them to go on a double date with Hodgins and me," Angela thought.
Then she headed to her office, closed the door and let out the squeal she'd been holding in.
AN: I am planning to write a sequel which will include Celia and Sam. I have almost all of the details of that story worked out (although only the first half of the of the first chapter written). However, it's going to be one of those stories that I finish before I start posting, so it will be at least several weeks before it will get posted.
AN: Thanks for the reviews ToZiKa and CheeseBK. Here's the last chapter.
Brennan woke by habit at 6:30 the next morning. She felt comfortable and warm, and she hadn't felt this rested in a long time. Then she opened her eyes and wondered why she had fallen asleep in her living room. Someone stirred next to her, and everything came rushing back.
Cuddling closer to Booth and kissed his cheek softly, she said softly, "Wake up sleepy-head."
Booth woke in a panic. "I can't believe we fell asleep on your couch," he practically shouted. "We aren't late for our meeting, are we?"
"Calm down, Booth," she replied, "we have an hour."
"Oh," he said, in relief. "Then I have time for this." And he dipped his head and caught her lips in a soft kiss.
After kissing him eagerly for a bit, she pulled back saying, "I need to hop in the shower if I'm going to be on time for our meeting."
Booth stood up and stretched before jamming his feet into his shoes and pulling on his suit coat. She couldn't help but stare. Even in a rumpled suit with half squashed hair he was irresistibly good looking.
"See you there, Bones?" he asked, breaking her reverie.
"I wouldn't miss it," she replied, kissing him again before he exited her apartment.
She dressed with extra care that morning. She needed to look good and very professional. Every few minutes a silly smile appeared on her face as she thought of her partner or the previous day. Then the happy thought was chased away by her worries about their meeting and her mouth would settle into a frown.
At precisely 7:30, a file in hand, Booth knocked on his boss' door. When he heard Cullen's call of 'come in,' he opened the door and waited for Brennan to enter. He followed her into the office and stood to her left in front of the desk.
He smiled at her. His right hand reached for her left while his other hand offered a file to the deputy director. Cullen reached for the file, noticing the position of their hands, but choosing not to comment on it yet.
He glanced through the file briefly before commenting, "This was not urgent enough for to call a meeting during my prep hour."
"Yes sir," Booth agreed.
"Then I assume there's another reason for the meeting," Cullen said.
"Yes sir," Booth replied, raising their clasped hands.
Cullen raised an eyebrow and Booth elaborated, "We've decided to date, sir."
He fixed the couple with a serious gaze and then suddenly laughed loudly.
Brennan was so surprised that she almost jumped out of her skin. Then she looked at Booth with a confused expression. He shrugged slightly, indicating that he didn't know what was funny either.
"I can't believe it took you so long," Cullen said.
They both stared at him in surprise.
"Oh, come on," he scoffed, "everyone's been taking bets for months about how long it would take you to get together. How you feel about each other was totally obvious to everyone, except apparently you two."
Brennan grimaced a bit at hearing Cullen express the sentiment she'd expressed to her partner yesterday.
"So, when did this happen?" he asked.
"We talked about it over dinner last night and agreed it was a logical course of action," Brennan answered.
Both Cullen and Booth looked at her a bit oddly.
"Only you, Bones," Booth said, shaking his head incredulously. "I took her to a nice restaurant sir, then dancing and then to the diner for dessert. You're pretty much the first person we've told."
"Booth," she interjected, "technically, he's the third person. Sam and Celia were the first two."
He rolled his eyes at her. "We met them at the dance club last night and invited them to the diner for pie," Booth explained to his boss.
"So, you've already had time to think about how you'd handle this," Brennan put in, changing the subject. She hoped that he would answer the question she was dying to know the answer to, but was too afraid to ask.
"FBI regulations prohibit partners from dating," Cullen said. "But you, Dr. Brennan, are not FBI, so the application of the rule is unclear. As you both have always behaved professionally and there are no regulations covering this specific situation, I see no reason to split you up. But I won't hesitate to do so if this affects your work or if I hear of unprofessional behavior while you're working."
Brennan let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She suppressed the desire to do a little dance which would not be professional, and instead smiled widely at him and said, "Thank you, sir."
Cullen heard the bickering begin the moment they were out of his office and shook his head.
"Bones, you didn't need to correct me in there," Booth hissed. "When you do that, you make me look bad in front of my boss."
"But he wasn't the first person we told," she argued back.
"Yes, and that's why I qualified the statement with 'pretty much,'" he retorted. "Sam and Celia don't know anybody that we work with, so they were irrelevant to the conversation."
"We don't know them well enough to know whether or not they know anybody else we know," Brennan pointed out logically.
In frustration, he tossed his hands in the air. "Just go examine a skeleton or something, please," he begged.
"I have a couple of files for you," she said, hoping he would come back to the Jeffersonian with her.
"Uh… are you planning on telling Angela soon?" he asked.
"When I get in," she replied. "I don't think I could hide my happiness from her."
At that statement Booth's frustration melted and he smiled the special smile he reserved just for her.
"Thanks, but I have paperwork to do," he answered her question. "Plus I don't want to be too close when you tell Angela. Her squeal would probably make me deaf for the rest of the day."
She glared at him and defended her friend. "Ange isn't that bad."
"Not when your ears are used to it," Booth muttered. Then in a louder tone, he said, "How about we do lunch?"
Brennan agreed and then headed for her car.
She sat in her office and waited impatiently for Angela to arrive. Half an hour later, she darted out of her office.
"Do you have a minute?" the anthropologist asked the artist casually.
Angela eyed her friend and replied with a smile, "For you, sweetie? Always."
When they were both seated on the couch in Brennan's office, the artist asked, "So, what's up?"
Brennan looked a bit unsure about where to start and then broke into a happy smile at the thought of her partner, no partner and boyfriend.
"I… Booth…" she began, but couldn't find the right words.
"Please tell me you finally hooked up with your FBI hunk," Angela begged.
"Not exactly, hooked up, but we went on a date," the anthropologist replied, finally managing to put together a complete (and coherent) sentence.
"You did? I don't believe it," the artists said, clearly in shock.
Brennan nodded, "We really did. And the news gets better. Cullen isn't going to split us up."
"Details, sweetie. I need details," Angela practically begged.
So Brennan summarized the events of the day before, beginning with him dragging her to lunch and ending with them falling asleep on her couch. Throughout the story Angela sighed and made comments about how romantic Booth was.
When she finished her recital, the artist said, "I can't believe you invited another couple on your date."
Before Brennan could reply, she continued dreamily, "It's almost as good as falling in love myself."
Meanwhile, the anthropologist was frowning. "I think Booth will want to wait to, you know…"
Angela looked surprised. "Of course he will; he's a romantic. Why are you frowning? Most women would die to have what you've got."
"It's just that we've already waited so long," she said.
"You remember when we talked about the stages of relationships when Booth was with Tessa?" the artist asked her friend.
She nodded.
"Well, there are stages to physical intimacy too," Angela replied. "You and Booth have gone through most of them even though you weren't romantic. He just wants to do things right, and that means going through them in the right order."
"Oh," Brennan replied, in a thoughtful tone.
"So, how about the two of us go to lunch and you can give me more details?" Angela asked with a suggestive wink.
"Sorry, Angela," Booth said from the doorway, "but Bones and I already have plans."
"You don't look very sorry," she teased, as her friend grabbed her coat and purse. She watched them as they walked down the hall away from her, hoping to catch them holding hands or kissing. To her disappointment, nothing happened.
'I'll have to get them to go on a double date with Hodgins and me," Angela thought.
Then she headed to her office, closed the door and let out the squeal she'd been holding in.
AN: I am planning to write a sequel which will include Celia and Sam. I have almost all of the details of that story worked out (although only the first half of the of the first chapter written). However, it's going to be one of those stories that I finish before I start posting, so it will be at least several weeks before it will get posted.
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Re: Wounded And Scarred by Saraluvzbonz - Romance rated K+
by CheeseBK Wed Jun 04, 2008 9:25 pm
Posted 06/01/2008 05:00:40 AM by BGWBscienceteacher
Loved this chapter, great way to end it.
Loved this chapter, great way to end it.
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Re: Wounded And Scarred by Saraluvzbonz - Romance rated K+
by CheeseBK Wed Jun 04, 2008 9:26 pm
Posted 06/01/2008 06:18:23 AM by CheeseBK
oh this was just awesome.... loved it, you did a great job!
oh this was just awesome.... loved it, you did a great job!
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Re: Wounded And Scarred by Saraluvzbonz - Romance rated K+
by CheeseBK Wed Jun 04, 2008 9:26 pm
Posted 06/01/2008 07:31:48 AM by ToZiKa
I loved this story and I'm happy that you will post a sequel.
I loved this story and I'm happy that you will post a sequel.
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Re: Wounded And Scarred by Saraluvzbonz - Romance rated K+
by saraluvzbonz Mon Dec 01, 2008 7:21 am
I know it's been forever, but the sequel is finally here. It's called Voyeur and I'll be posting the first chapter in just a minute.
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saraluvzbonz- Forensic Artist
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