Disclaimer: Don't own Bones
All right, here we go. Collection of one-shots all about B/B's first non-coerced kiss. I'm open to taking this wherever, so let me know what you think! If this is not very interesting, that's totally cool, I will go back to smut, but just thought I try this :)
She was so tired.
He could tell by the way she kept bringing her hand up to massage the back of her neck. Booth knew she was ready to drop so when he saw her slip out of the crowded ballroom, he followed her.
She never failed to amaze him. They'd just closed a grueling case, she'd been identifying remains all day long, and now she was here, looking so beautiful it was almost unfair, and getting donors to open up their checkbooks and do it with a big fat smile.
His stomach clenched as he looked at her from the shadowy entry-way, her eyes seemed slightly dazed as she looked around the open terrace. The glow of the moonlight was bathing her skin and giving her a fragile air that was so deceptive. Because Booth knew that, though she looked like a fairy-tale princess in her ball gown, she could kick your ass without blinking twice.
"Bones," he whispered softly, stepping out of the shadows. "What are you looking for?"
"Booth," she smiled at him. "I'm looking for a damn bench. Why is there no place to sit out here?"
"There are chairs inside, Bones," he reminded her and couldn't help smiling at the grumpy tone of her voice.
"And there are also people," she noted reasonably. "I wanted to find a place to sit away from everyone."
"Oh, I see." Booth started backing away. "I'm sorry, I'll see you later."
"What?" Brennan's eyes widened at his words. "No, Booth … I didn't mean you. I meant everyone else."
"You are not people," she clarified. "You are my partner."
"Huh, good to know there's a difference." Booth smiled brilliantly. Damn, for someone who so often said the wrong thing, how did she so often manage to say the precisely right thing to make his head spin?
"You are tired, huh?" he asked walking toward her and seeing the way she rubbed her neck again.
"Oh, Booth, you have no idea," she almost whimpered. "I don't even know how I'm still standing up."
"Poor Bones," he said softly, taking her by the hand. "Come here."
She was so tired, Brennan didn't even protest as he dragged her along, she just followed him as he walked them to one of the rails fencing in the terrace.
But she gasped softly in surprise as he splayed his hands on her waist and lifted her up onto the rail.
It wasn't comfortable and she was perched unsteadily on it, but at least she was off her feet.
"Thank-you," she said. "But don't let go, I swear I'm going to fall."
"I'm not going to let you fall, Bones," he promised. "How many times do I have to tell you that?"
"Well, Booth, this isn't ice-skating," she responded reasonably. "Do you see how unsteady this is?"
"I've got you," his whispered words raced through her and she unconsciously made space for him between her legs.
Booth didn't know whether it was the moonlight, the quiet, or maybe the fact that he'd been dreaming of this for so long but he was helpless not to step closer to her.
Her gown was getting crushed, but her legs wrapped around him of their own volition and bracing her hands on his tuxedo-clad chest she looked down into his eyes.
Booth ran his own hands from her waist up her back, gasping softly at the feel of silky bare skin. He felt hypnotized by the feel of her, the scent of her perfume, her soft, soft lips so close to him. Everything was wrapping around him and playing havoc with his will-power.
"Bones … " he whispered, thinking that maybe the sound would bring them back to their senses. But, oh god, he didn't want to come back to his senses and whispering her name had somehow only managed to bring his lips closer to her.
"Booth … " she breathed his name against his lips and he knew the only thing that made sense was this.
He kept his eyes open as he brushed his lips against hers once and then again. She parted them slightly and he traced his tongue across her bottom lip. The soft sound she made actually made him dizzy and he finally closed his eyes as he opened his mouth on hers.
Brennan gripped his lapels just as she'd done under the mistletoe but this time she didn't have to worry about anyone standing right in front of them. So she opened her mouth now and touched her tongue to his, just like she'd wanted to do then.
Booth had no idea how long he stood there kissing his partner because, the moment he tasted her, he lost all sense of reality. His hands caressed her back and his tongue explored her mouth ravenously.
Oh, Bones, no going back now, he thought gleefully.
"No going back now, Booth," she whispered against his lips.
And even the air crackled with electricity when his mouth captured hers again on a blissful sigh.