I enjoyed staying with Bones maybe a bit more than I should. And as the days passed by, I was starting to feel a little stronger. Still far from normal, but at least I could sit up without feeling like I had to throw up, and walking across the apartment didn't exhaust me anymore.
This morning, Bones had gone back to work, but I was on the sick-list for at least another two weeks. It annoyed me. Of course I was sure I wouldn't be able to do my job with much success at the time. But I still didn't like the fact that people thought I was too sick. Because I wasn't, right?
"Hey Booth," I looked up and saw Bones looking down at me. Frowning, I sat up, leaning back against the cushions.
"I didn't expect you to be home so soon," I said, and as the words left my mouth I regretted them. I hadn't been staying with her that long, but I was already calling it home. I almost felt embarrassed thinking of it. Smiling sheepishly at her, I waited for her to say something.
"I was…" she began. "I thought… there wasn't much to do." She finally said, sitting down next to me.
I smiled, knowing for sure she was lying. There was always something to do at work, especially for Bones.
"You missed me?"
She stared. "No I…" her voice trailed off and she frowned. "I wanted to see if you were okay," she finally admitted. "And…" she sat down in the sofa glancing at me, then looked away before she went on. "Maybe I did miss you a little bit" she confessed at last.
Reaching out I cupped her face, forcing her to look at me. "I missed you too."
Without speaking, she leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were soft and warm against mine. My hand went to the back of her head and the other hand found its way in under her top, slowly running across the smooth skin of her back. She tensed and I froze, momentarily horrified at what I'd done, but she relaxed just as quick.
She kissed me again, this time with more force and passion than she'd ever used on me before. My head was spinning, this time from something much better than a fever. I liked it, needed it. Kissing Bones was like a drug to me. I just couldn't get enough of her.
But as she started to unbutton my shirt, I realized I had to stop her. No matter what she made it seem like I wasn't convinced she was ready for more intimate actions, and I certainly didn't want our first time together to be tainted by nausea and pain. I didn't want to feel this… weak.
"Bones," I murmured in between kisses, trying at the same time to create a little more space between us.
"Bones, wait," I pulled away, she looked back at me and frowned.
"What?" she asked. "Are you in pain?"
I couldn't help but chuckle. I shook my head. "But... you know... I don't feel..."
She cut me off as she understood. "Sorry, I didn't think. You're too weak."
I snorted, not sure whether I should be amused or offended. "I'm not too weak for that," I said, feeling the need to defend myself. "It's just... I want to be..." I couldn't say it. But luckily I didn't need to. She understood. She removed her hands from my chest, leaning back in the sofa. Sighing, she let her head rest against my shoulder.
"What's going to happen now?" she said after a while of silence.
I didn't know what to say. What did she want me to say?
She continued. "Being in a romantic relationship wouldn't work, right?"
"I... why not?"
"Well..." she looked confused, almost as if she had expected me to say no. "We're partners, we work together, it wouldn't..." her voice trailed off. She shifted so she was looking at me. "I don't think that's even allowed."
"I don't care Bones. I don't care." She looked at me without speaking, so I went on. "Maybe we shouldn't think too much, just... you know... roll with it. Take one day at time, just let it happen. What do you say?"
She smiled then, a bit hesitant, but it was enough to warm my heart, making me believe in a better life. A life with her in it. Because right now that was all I was asking for. All that mattered.
A/N: So I thought I'd end it here. Thanks so much for reading and reviewing!