Once again, I apologise for how long this update has been coming. Blame it on writer's block and my mum's over zealous eagerness for me to do jobs around the house…urgh I HATE mowing the lawn. Anyway, this chapter is finally done, although the last couple of paragraphs were hard to write. I don't know if they've worked out as well as I would have wanted so constructive criticism is welcome. Hope you enjoy it. Please review and have an awesome day kate
The day passed quickly as Bones focussed on a civil war solider. They ended work late that afternoon filled with the warm glow that a successful id could bring. Although Brennan had worked hard and been at the lab since 7.30am that morning, it didn't stop Ange giving her a querying look, as she headed out the door at 5.45pm.
"How come you're leaving so early, sweetie?"
Bones gave in. "I'm going out to dinner."
I wonder how it's going with David thought Angela. She had noticed that he hadn't been down to the lab since before they had found Brennan's mother, but hadn't read anything into it. Maybe I should have asked her about she mused. Brennan wasn't one for spilling the beans about her life unless significant pressure was used. Angela's thoughts turned to other things as Hodgins came into her work space. Hopefully Bren has a good time. She could do with a break.
As Bones drove home, she grinned as she thought about the assumption that Angela had made. Little did she know that Bones hadn't seen David since that fateful morning when she had been late for court. Bones hadn't enlightened her about this particular fact, knowing that it would just add fuel to the fire regarding her non-existent love life.
The truth was, she just couldn't be bothered putting the effort required into a new relationship at the moment. All the dancing round the other person, finding out a pile of irrelevant facts, and trying to find an emotional connection with that person really wasn't her cup of tea at the moment.
Since her mother, Brennan had focussed more on her existing relationships. She was closer friends with Angela – except for her little white lie, of course. Brennan reasoned with herself. It wasn't really a lie; she was just choosing not to disclose information. Bones was getting on better with Hodgins and Zach as she gently cajoled the later into working on his doctorate. She had been spending more time around Booth, as he forced her to get out the lab and have fun sometimes.
She smiled slightly as she thought about his latest antics. Bren knew that embarrassed as he was about that question he had asked, Booth really wanted an answer. She was reluctant to give him one however, as their relationship was currently located somewhere in the foggy region between a friendship and going out.
Bones applied black mascara with a slightly unsteady hand. Damn, she cursed her hand as the loaded applicator smeared mascara down her cheek. What is wrong with me? She wondered. There is no logical reason that I should be nervous about this. It's only dinner, she told herself. She reached for a tissue and swiped the mark off her cheek. She lost patience with the makeup then. I never usually wear makeup to work; he can just deal with me the way I am. Brennan smoothed down her floaty black skirt that she wore over calf length boots. Her top was a tight fitting teal number which perfectly complemented her hair.
Bones flitted around her bedroom, filling her handbag with the requirements for her evening out, pulling a brush through her hair as she did so. She paused momentarily at her bedside cabinet. Hmm…I wonder if…she thought, and then wondered why she would possibly need the objects she had thought of. I've got to get out of here. With that admonishing thought, she walked purposely out the door, finally on route to Booth's home.
Booth answered the door dressed in his customary suit, sans the jacket and dress shoes. Instead, his crisp white shirt had the top two buttons undone and he was barefoot. Brennan's brain ganged up on her as it thought he has nice feet. This little obsession with Booth's body really had to stop.
"Hey Bones, come on in. I'm making pizza, although you have to put your own toppings on."
Brennan stepped inside with a confused look on her face. "Why?"
Booth sighed and put his hands on his hips. "It's so you only get the toppings that you like on your pizza. It's the best way to avoid arguments with Parker and get him to eat his dinner."
Enlightenment spread across Brennan's face.
"Oh," Bones breathed as she followed him into the kitchen. Booth handed her a beer and then turned back to the bench, where he began to kneed the dough. His strong hand worked the dough firmly, and Bones watched slightly mesmerised. Booth looked up suddenly and caught her gazing absentmindedly at him.
"Do you want a go?" he interrupted her thoughts.
Bones blushed. "Uh, no. You can do it."
"You afraid of getting your hands dirty?" Booth asked, knowing that it would rile her up.
She glared at him. "Well, if you put it like that…out of the way, buster."
Booth grabbed her arm, positioning Brennan until she stood in front of him. He wrapped his arms around her to reach the dough, and Brennan shivered involuntarily at the closeness of his body. Catching her off guard, Booth grabbed her hands and placed them on the dough. Brennan refocused. It was slightly warm and smelt amazing. She began to kneed it lightly. Booth watched for a moment then moved over to grate the cheese.
Bones broke the comfortable silence that had settled over the kitchen, commenting "I used to make pizza with my mum."
"Oh, yeah? I pity your mum if you used to kneed the dough like you do now."
Bones glared at him, and then on impulse, reached over and slapped him lightly on his charcoal suit pants, leaving a floury white handprint. She giggled at his outraged look, and then shrieked when he dropped a handful of tomato slices down her top.
"Booth!" she yelled.
"Calm down Bones, truce okay?" he said quickly. Booth turned back around to the cheese, leaving himself vulnerable. Bones capitalised, spanking him on the arse with a freshly floured hand.
"Bones!" Booth exclaimed. Then he grinned evilly and smushed a pile of grated cheese in her hair. That caused Bones to hit his chest. Booth grabbed her arms in an attempt to stem her offence, while she wriggled, trying to extricate herself. Holding her hands behind her back, Booth put his arms around Bones, clamping her to his chest, and forcing her to stop moving. Both were panting from their exertions, and intensely aware of the others body.
Bones could feel Booth's breath caressing her lips. He released her hands and reached one of his own up to brush her hair from her face. Booth could feel himself drowning into the ice blue of Tempe's eyes, driving all rational thought from his mind. Although, privately he didn't know how anyone could be rational when they had an unbelievably beautiful and sexy creature locked in their arms. He moved his lips closer to hers, until just a few millimetres separated them, giving Brennan the control. She smiled and then meshing her fingers in his hair pulled his face down to hers, their lips meeting in a fierce kiss, as both strived for supremacy. They revolved slowly round the room as they explored each others mouths completely. Finally Booth pulled away as they were both suffering from oxygen deprivation.
"Wow," Brennan gasped.
That summed it up pretty well, Booth thought as he placed his lips back on hers.