Author's Note: I thought that since summer is just beginning, and school is almost over, I would have time to try and tackle another multi-chap fic. Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome!
Disclaimer: As always, I don't own Bones. Sigh.
He was kissing her. His lips fit hers, if that was even possible, and he tasted good. Very good.
She let him deepen the kiss, his fingers tangled in her hair. She felt one arm wrap around her waist, pulling her to him.
He pulled away and she only had the time to draw in a single breath before his lips came crashing back down onto hers. She kissed him back hard, hearing him groan. What would she have to do to hear that again? It had sounded so good to her ears.
"Bones…." She heard him murmur against her lips before he pulled away once again. She sucked in air and opened her eyes. Standing in front of her, eyes burning with desire, was her partner, Seeley Booth.
She sat up, realizing that she had, once again, fallen asleep at her desk. This was, what, the fifth time this week that she'd had this dream? It never changed.
She glanced at the clock on her desk to find that it was around midnight. Running a hand through her hair, she let her head fall back onto her crossed arms. If she went home, Andrew would be there and she really didn't want to see him right now. What if she had another dream? This time where she was actually sleeping with Booth? How uncomfortable would that be to wake up in the morning next to Andrew after she had been sleeping with Booth in her mind? That was like cheating on him, just not actually doing it. She couldn't go home until she stopped having these dreams.
She heard footsteps outside her office and sat up. Who would be here right now? Andrew would just call her to tell her that it was late, and she should come home. Not that she ever listened to him, but still.
She watched as her partner walked up to the doorway and stepped inside. He looked at her, a small smile on his face. "Bones, do you ever sleep? You need to go home." He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his chest. "Did something happen between you and Andrew?" He inquired, his expression growing serious.
"No, I just…haven't been sleeping well lately and it's easier here." She answered, unable to look him in the eye.
"It's easier to sleep here?" His brow furrowed as he stared at her in disbelief. "How is it easier to sleep here?"
"Not to sleep, exactly…it's just that if I can't I have more options. I can do paperwork, work on my book, or identify-" He interrupted her before she could finish the sentence.
"Bones, you can take paperwork home, your book is on your laptop and even though you can't identify bodies from Limbo, I did force you to buy a television and a bunch of DVD's. Right now, it looks as though your apartment has more options than this lab. Do you want to tell me what's going on or am I going to have to force it out of you?"
How could she tell him about the dreams? He was the main focus of those and the whole kissing thing would just make it uncomfortable. She couldn't tell him anything. As she stared at him, struggling to come up with something to say, her gaze found its way to his lips. What would it feel like to actually kiss him? Would he kiss her back or push her away? They were partners, nothing more, and there was the issue of his line-wait, what was she thinking? It wasn't as if she was actually going to do it.
"Um…it's just me and Andrew. We're kind of going through a rough time and I just needed a few nights alone." She replied, hoping that would be enough to convince him.
"What kind of a rough time?" He had stepped into her office, his arms still folded across his chest. "He didn't hit you, did he?"
"No, of course not. We just got in this huge fight a few days ago and I just felt like I wanted to spend some time alone." His expression softened and he sank down into the chair in front of her desk. "And what are you doing here, anyway?"
"I couldn't sleep. Plus, I haven't seen you in a while, Bones. No cases, and lately you've been wrapped up with Andrew."
"Were you planning on going to my house, too?"
"I figured if you weren't here, I'd just go home. Wouldn't want to wake you up in the middle of the night or anything."
"Then I guess it was a good thing I was already awake." She gave him a small smile, which he returned. "So, how have you been?"
He laughed. "It's the middle of the night and you're asking me how I've been? Bones, go home and get some sleep."
"But you just told me you wanted to spend some time with me! Now you're telling me to go home and get some sleep?"
"You look like you need to sleep, and my insomnia shouldn't be keeping you awake anyway. You don't sleep enough as it is." He gently tapped his fingers on the edge of her desk. "So, do you need a ride home?"
"I don't want to go home."
"And why not?" All traces of his amusement were gone and he was giving her a puzzled look. "It was just a fight, you can apologize and everything will be fine."
"It's not that."
"Then what is it?" He asked.
"I don't know." She murmured, looking down at her hands. "I guess…it's not working out."
"It isn't?" His eyes were concerned, and his fingers began drumming the edge of her desk. "Why? You two seemed very happy together last week."
She reached out and placed her hand over his, stopping the sound. "Stop. That was last week, Booth. Now all we do is fight."
"Well, are you going to break up with him?"
"I should, I know, but…that will mean that another relationship has ended. I don't think that I will ever find someone to spend the rest of my life with."
"Bones…" He sighed. "Yes, you will. These things take time. It's not going to happen overnight."
"You're not helping."
"I'm sorry, Bones, but that's the truth." He leaned over her desk, pausing only inches from her. "One day, a guy is going to come along and you'll be swept away. But you just have to find the right guy."
"That's not as easy as you make it sound, you know. If it was, both you and I would have found someone by now."
"I wish I had, but like I said before, it takes time. Now, can I give you a ride home?"
She rolled her eyes, but stood. "Yes, Booth, you can take me home." He helped her into her coat, despite her protests, and they headed out of the lab, his hand falling to its normal position on her back.