Inspired by early season 1 episodes. Short and sweet. I'm feeling a sense of accomplishment as this is the fiftieth fic I've posted here. It's awesome folks like you that keep me writing. So, thank you! Enjoy!
Booth followed Brennan outside, his fingers barely touching the thin fabric of her shirt. They matched each other step-for-step, never more than a few inches apart. It was comfortable, natural.
Yet Booth couldn't help but chuckle at the irony.
"What?" Brennan asked.
"People don't laugh for no reason, Booth."
"It's not important," Booth muttered.
Stubborn as usual, Brennan stopped suddenly, Booth unable to avoid slamming into her.
"Geez, Bones!" Booth yelped as they bumper-carred off each other. "A warning before you stop like that!"
Brennan crossed her arms over her chest as she turned to him. "You might as well tell me."
"Fine. I wasn't laughing because something was 'ha-ha' funny, but because it's ironic."
Brennan stared at him and waited for him to continue.
"Why do you let me touch you?" he asked.
"What? I don't," Brennan protested.
"Yeah, you do," Booth insisted. "Anyone else tries to lay a finger on you and you beat the crap outta them. Flip 'em over your shoulder, knock the wind out of 'em, break some bones…" he finished, the last one referring to Brennan's breaking Howard Epps' wrist.
"See? That's proof that I don't let people touch me."
"You don't let other people touch you, but you don't complain when I usher you into or out of room, building, whatever. And you haven't tried to rip off my arm. I'd say that you actually like me touching you."
Brennan made a face. "That's not true! It's because I'm not threatened by you."
"I'm an FBI agent with a gun, and you're not even a little intimidated?" Booth asked incredulously.
She shook her head and smirked. "No. But since you brought it up, I think you're the one who likes touching me," she countered.
Flustered by Brennan's ability to flip his comment back on him, he sighed heavily. "Can we just…let's go, Bones," he said as he reflexively reached out to turn and usher her in the direction they'd been going moments before.
"See how you can't resist touching me?" Brennan teased.
Booth pulled his hand away lightning-fast, and a laugh erupted from Brennan.
"I didn't say you had to stop, Booth."
"But I thought…"
"I know, but just so we're clear, you hereby have my permission to touch me. I don't mean inappropriately, though…"
"Hereby? Who says that?" Booth grinned. "Thanks, Bones, but now that I have your okay, touching you isn't going to be as much fun."
Who was he kidding? Having Bones' permission to touch her--that was money! He was definitely going to have fun touching her…not inappropriately, of course…
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