Booth opened the dresser drawers silently, searching for his favourite T-shirt. It had become a sort of game for them. She'd steal it and wear it, and then he'd steal it back. He liked stealing it back. It always smelled like her.
Despite a little awkwardness when he'd first arrived, tonight was proceeding just like any other Friday night. He wondered if she was going to bring up the kiss he'd given her in the darkroom. Or two kisses rather, since he hadn't originally meant to give her either. But she was so sexy and she'd been wrapped around him all day and he just hadn't been able to help himself.
The only thing he regreted was having been interuppted.
He opened the next drawer. Not there either. He closed it and scanned the room. Where else could she have hidden it? He checked under the pillows quickly. Not there. He chided himself. Why would she keep his shirt under her pillow? She wasn't some love sick teen, though at the moment he wished she was.
Crossing to the closet he pulled open the door and stared.
His photo stared back.
The door slammed shut right in front of his nose.
"What are you doing?" Brennan threw herself in front of the closed door, guarding her treasure.
Booth stared at her.
"What the hell is that?" He exclaimed.
She bit her lip. "What are you doing in my bedroom Booth!"
He put his hands on her waist and tried to move her. "Looking for my shirt."
She wiggled out of his grasp and threw herself in front of the door again.
"Did you check the drawers?"
"Yes." He tried to move her again. "Of course I checked the drawers."
"Why didn't you just ask for it?" She stalled, wondering how to get him out of her room.
"Because I always steal it. That's half the fun."
"What's the other half?" She replied quickly. Her brain just wasn't coming up with any good options.
"Smelling you on it." Booth said without thinking.
They both stood stock still.
Staring at each other.
"You smell me on your shirt?" Brennan finally asked.
"Yeah well, I do believe you have ME pasted all over your closet." He replied, finally succeeding in detaching her from the closet door. He tossed her onto the bed in a lump and pulled open the door again.
He leaned forward, looking at the pictures he thought he'd destroyed. "Where did you get these?"
She stayed laying on the bed. "I made prints before I gave you the film." She confessed, defeated.
"Why?" He asked.
"For the memories?" She offered lamely.
"Do you have any other copies?" He left the closet and leaned over her, a dangerous glint in his eye.
She licked her lips.
"Bones…"He said in a threatening voice. "Where?"
She looked up at him and smiled craftily. "In my safety deposit box where you will never ever find them."
He studied her.
She was laying where he'd thrown her, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes.
She had pictures of him hanging in her closet.
All of a sudden he thought checking under the pillows hadn't been such a bad idea.
He leaned down so they were nose to nose.
"Do you have any idea who you're messing with?" He whispered.
She smiled widely and grabbing his arm pulled him down on top of her.
"Big Bad Seeley Booth?" She guessed.
His lips curved into a smile and he pushed a strand of hair off her face.
"I've got it bad for you Bones. Are you sure you want to do this?"
She reached up and touched his face lovingly.
"You don't scare me."
He kissed her neck and she moaned his name.
He totally lost control and crushed her mouth to his.
Their tongues met, and the rest of the world disappeared.
Time ceased to exist.
They broke all the laws of physics.
She lay in his arms smiling at him. He smiled back.
"So I can keep the pictures then?"
"Yah. But do me a favour?"
"Hide them under the mattress. I don't want Parker to see them." He paused. "Or Angela."
"She helped me make them!"
"Oh, you are going to pay for that." He rolled on top of her.
She smiled up at him. "I can't wait!"
She didn't tell him about the back issue of Vogue already hidden under the mattress.
The one bookmarked at a centerfold staring Seeley Booth.
In the swimming pool.