"Booth? What are you doing? You don't smoke?"
Booth stood on the roof, a dark silhouette , a cigarette hanging from his hand, it's end glowing hot, a trail of smoke whisping up in swirls.
He turned his head to look back at her. He could smell her perfume wafting on the cool night bright breeze. "I know." He said darkly, taking another drag.
She moved forward, her gloved hand tentatively resting on his arm. "Are you alright Booth?"
He smiled sardonically. "I've never been what I would consider a good guy Bones. A decent man, yes, I try to be. But never one of those guys who finish last." He paused, contemplating the night sky.
She waited in silence, her ruby red dress shifting in the wind.
"But I think I've been slacking lately Bones. I've been letting other people take what I want. And that's got to stop."
"What are you talking about Booth?" Her brow furrowed. He'd been moody all evening, barely speaking to Assistant Director Hacker, or any of the other agents who swarmed around him as they usually did, as all animals swarmed around the Alpha male of the tribe.
He shifted, turning to face her before taking one last drag and crushing the butt under his foot with a stomp. He touched her face. "Let's get out of here Bones. Go for a drive. A coffee." He raised his eyebrows and gave her a full on charm smile.
She felt her knees weaken.
"But Booth, I came with Andrew."
He leaned forward, so close she thought he was going to kiss her. "So what?" He whispered seductively. "I want to take you for coffee."
She leaned towards him unconsciously, smelling his aftershave and the raw sent that was entirely him. "Ok."
He grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the fire escape stairwell.
"Follow me Bones."
She didn't have to think. She already knew she'd follow him anywhere.