i notice your eyes are always glued to me...
humid and hot are two different things.
bones fanfiction. brennan & booth. written for the brennan and booth fic challenge. prompt supplied by danu_mactire.
no, she's wearing a creamy-white sleeveless top, a little low cut, combined with short khaki-coloured pants that cut off higher on the thigh than she usually prefers. he decides to not mention the fact that whatever she thought she was dressing like, it was on no circumstances, appropriate. not even in a heat wave like this. though the heat he's feeling could be totally apportioned on something or someone else.
"bones, what the HELL are you wearing?" he asks her, irritation creeping into his voice mixed with something that he's trying so desperately to hide; lust. and of course he knows what she's wearing - his eyes don't decieve him yet, though he doesn't have too long to wait for that. age will take it's toll.
no, she's wearing a creamy-white sleeveless top, a little low cut, combined with short khaki-coloured pants that cut off higher on the thigh than she usually prefers. he gulps at the thought, and takes a brief look downwards to his pants, keeping everything in check.
"i turned on my television this morning and the weather report was saying something about a heat wave encapsulating D.C. so i decided to dress appropriately." she notes out loud, not looking at him at all, her attention drawn to the rather smelly corpse in front of her. he decides to not mention the fact that whatever she thought she was dressing like, it was on no circumstances, appropriate.
"well.. it is a bit.. humid today." he runs his fingers over his un-shaven stubble which he's forgotten to attend to for the third day in a row, parker's been over at his house. but he does understand her words; it's not exactly altogether comfortable in his suit at the moment. he's sweating like a pig, too. probably not the best way to come across to his partner.
"that's exactly what angela said." she turns away from the rancid, melting body to give him a little smile. out of character a little bit, but booth doesn't mind all that much.
"oh, so it's angela that lent you the clothes?" booth pieces it together; he's spent the whole of their conversation trying to ransack his memories as to whether she actually owns the clothes are giving him so much hell and an extended time at the confessional for his sins on sunday. and he's positive that she hasn't got a single thing like that in her wardrobe; and trust me, he's seen her wardrobe.
"yes. she seemed to know that i didn't have anything suited for this weather. they're not very comfortable, though. do you like them?" booth gulps - brennan seems all too casual while leading him on like the devil. it's almost as if she's asking to get harsh kisses all over her body and her clothes ripped off.
he mumbles something about them being very pretty, and distinctly remembering them from the time they travelled out to help angela with the murder 'mystery' of her boyfriend kirk, and that she should really focus on identifying the main features of 'mr corpse' over here. he again, omits the fact that they were nice on angela, but not so much on her.
he doesn't normally want to push angela up against a wall so her shoes are digging into him and he's digging into her and he's loving it. no, that particular release was saved for temperance brennan herself.
suddenly, he's not so sure if it's the weather, the humidity, or the warm breeze that's rushing past him that's making him so unbelievably hot.
no, it's probably her.
A/N: tell me what you think. i'm not so sure, but this has been stuck in my head ever since danu_mactire gave us the prompts... (:
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