Summary: Their timing had never really been all that great. BB, vignetteish
Rated: K, T for language and content
Disclaimer: Booth's at the top of my Christmas list!
Author's Note: This is my first 'Bones' fic. I like reviews. Hope you enjoy!
She's getting ready for bed when the knock comes at her door. "Booth," she says, surprised. He merely looks at her intently. "What are you doing here? It's almost midnight."
Unconsciously, she folds her arms across her stomach, subtly creating a barrier between them. It keeps her safe. She likes being safe, especially because she's wearing pyjamas and in front of her is her good looking, male partner, who just happens to be standing far too close.
"I don't know." He breaks eye contact, gaze drifting to the floor. Silence falls like a cloud on her doorway. "Can I come in?" he asks, and she steps to the side to let him. She closes the door, and with the barest hint of amusement, leans her back against it.
He runs his fingers through his hair, agitated, and she smiles a ghost of a smile.
"Are you going to tell me what's wrong, or do I have to pry it out of you?"
He discontinues his pacing, raises his head, and sighs. "Umm."
"Well, that's a start," she half-teases, and yawns. "Do you want to sit down?"
She eyes him, perplexed. "Okay…"
He sighs again. "I… like you." Even as he says it, hard as it is, he knows it's not enough for her. The confused expression on her face confirms that.
"I don't know what that means."
He drags a hand along the side of his face. "It means, Bones, I like you. Like… this." Quicker than she can blink, he's taken two steps forward and captured her lips in a mind-blowing kiss, hands cradling her jaw in his hands with infinite gentleness.
When he drops them and pulls back, she grins, the tiniest of grins. "Oh. That's what that means," she says, almost sweetly. "In that case," she frowns thoughtfully, "I like you. Like… this." With that, she with some hesitance, lays her hands flat on his chest, and kisses him right back, albeit shyly.
His hands skirt around to her waist to the small of her back, drawing her against him. Hers slide slowly up and wind around the back of his neck.
Somehow they end up in her bedroom, clothes half-off, lips and bodies still fused together. It's he who stops, hugs her, and starts to ask if she's sure, but she interrupts him with a kiss and says she hasn't had this much fun in a very long time.