A/N: Okay, this originally was in my drabble series, but it bothered me that it was in there. So I uploaded it over here.
And I know there are, like, a billion of these. Oh well.
The shuffling of feet against cheap carpet provided Booth with some background noise as he made his way to the galley.
He stepped across the threshold, and the shuffling stopped.
Because Bones, his Bones, looked at him.
His eyes roved over her thick cat's-eye glasses that made her eyes shimmer divinely underneath the thick lens, her loose bun with stray locks falling from it, her collared shirt lounging across her milk-and-honey skin. Memories from his father's forbidden magazines swept across his mind as a sly smile spread across his face.
"All right, what I want you to do is take off your glasses," he started slowly. "shake out your hair," he continued, words coming slower and more seductively with each one that passed over his lips, "and say 'Mr. Booth, do you know what the penalty is for an overdue book?'" He stood dangerously close to her, and he could feel her hot breath on his face.
Now, Booth had no idea what he expected her to do, but it certainly was not this.
Brennan lowered her head, keeping her eyes locked with his. Her long, nimble fingers reached up and brushed along the side of the eyeglass. She pinched the end of the stem, right near her ear, and peeled the glasses off her delicate face. Her pointed stiletto heel inched towards his glossy black dress shoe, and she drew herself closer to him as her other foot slid forward.
Her index finger hooked itself around the thin elastic in her hair and quickly discarded it. Countless bronze tresses spilled from the elastic and settled around her face gently, framing it in a way that made Booth's pants very uncomfortable. She stepped towards him again, pressing her breasts against his chest. Booth could feel the rise and fall of her chest against his, and he was sure that she could feel his solid erection pressing against her.
She inched her face closer to his, and he parted his lips in anticipation. Instead of touching her lips to his, she brought them to his ear. Her hot breath, heavy from arousal, whistled in his ear and formed goosebumps on his neck.
His eyes slid shut, and a small groan escaped from the back of his throat.
"Do you know what the penalty is for an overdue book?"
"No," he breathed, eyelids still stuck together.
"Well then," she whispered sensually. "I'll have to show you."
Her tongue darted out to moisten his earlobe before drawing back and crashing lips to lips. Booth returned the kiss with fire, hands grasping at the skin on her hip. Her arms wound 'round his neck as her tongue slid quickly across the plane of his bottom lip. Her lips were warm and soft, so much more so than he remembered. He opened his mouth and their tongues clashed together, fighting each other in a dangerous battlefield. Her mouth closed around his bottom lip and she started to suck on it lightly. He moaned with delight as she raked her teeth across the sensitive skin.
She suddenly moved her head away from his and, still smiling that gorgeous, seductive smile, whispered his name.
A sneaky smile spread itself on his face as well.
"Boooth…" she said his name again.
Booth's eyes snapped open to reveal not sexy pinup girl Bones, but everyday Temperance Brennan, bun and all, staring him in the face.
"We've arrived in America."
It was a dream.
And as she picked up her luggage and walked down the narrow path, one finger hooked itself around her elastic and tore the thing from her hair.
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