Accidental kiss on the neck for cosmicbalance
"Ouch Bones!" Booth exclaimed, grabbing his neck with his hand to prevent her from touching the laceration there again.
"Booth, the bullet appears to have just grazed you, but you're bleeding and you need to let me take care of the wound," she reasoned. "Otherwise your chances for infection will be much greater."
"Fine, Bones," he relented. "Just be more careful. Live people feel pain."
She sighed. "I am aware of that Booth, but thank you for the reminder."
Brennan grabbed the gauze and medical tape the paramedics left with them after he refused to be treated.
"Hold still, Booth," she admonished as she made him tilt his head to the left for better access.
She opened a disinfectant wipe and without any warning proceeded to clean the wound.
Booth sucked in a breath but refrained from yelling at her again.
"Sorry," she said as she tried to work quickly.
"It's okay," Booth said through clenched teeth.
She discarded the wipe and proceeded to apply the gauze pads, noticing his blood was still quickly soaking through the dressing.
"I think you should have let them at least give you butterfly stitches," she noted. "You are more likely to have a scar there now."
"It'll give me character," he joked. "Plus, you'll still lo.....like me, right?"
She smirked. "Yea, Booth. I'll still like you."
She applied the tape to hold the gauze in place, pressing it down to ensure it held tightly.
"All better," she said, admiring her handy work, and, before she realized what she was doing, pressed a kiss to the skin right above the dressing and just under his jaw line.
She froze, lips still only inches from his neck.
Booth was surprised but smiled slightly and closed his eyes when her lips made contact. He felt a warmth go through him at her show of affection, even if it had been done unconsciously. Which he figured it had. It didn't mean any less to him.
Finally she pulled back, not meeting his eyes.
"Make sure you clean the wound and change the dressing every day," she told him.
He straightened his head out and smiled at her.
"I have been wounded before Bones," he reminded her. "I've gotten pretty good at taking care of myself."
"I know Booth," she said, taking a quick glance to where she knew another, more prominent scar lay just under his white dress shirt. "I just do not think I would be a good partner if I did not make sure you were doing a good job of it," she said a little contritely.
His smile widened and he took the medical supplies from her, thumb smoothing over her hand and holding it for a second as he did. "Thank you, Bones. I appreciate it."
She nodded once and smiled. "You are welcome Booth."
A moment passed between them. The kind that were happening more frequently and stretching out for longer periods of time.
"So how about some pie for your wounded partner?" he asked finally, smirking before putting his arm around her shoulders and leading them back to his SUV.
"I think that can be arranged," she said smiling as she fell into step with him.
"Booth, the bullet appears to have just grazed you, but you're bleeding and you need to let me take care of the wound," she reasoned. "Otherwise your chances for infection will be much greater."
"Fine, Bones," he relented. "Just be more careful. Live people feel pain."
She sighed. "I am aware of that Booth, but thank you for the reminder."
Brennan grabbed the gauze and medical tape the paramedics left with them after he refused to be treated.
"Hold still, Booth," she admonished as she made him tilt his head to the left for better access.
She opened a disinfectant wipe and without any warning proceeded to clean the wound.
Booth sucked in a breath but refrained from yelling at her again.
"Sorry," she said as she tried to work quickly.
"It's okay," Booth said through clenched teeth.
She discarded the wipe and proceeded to apply the gauze pads, noticing his blood was still quickly soaking through the dressing.
"I think you should have let them at least give you butterfly stitches," she noted. "You are more likely to have a scar there now."
"It'll give me character," he joked. "Plus, you'll still lo.....like me, right?"
She smirked. "Yea, Booth. I'll still like you."
She applied the tape to hold the gauze in place, pressing it down to ensure it held tightly.
"All better," she said, admiring her handy work, and, before she realized what she was doing, pressed a kiss to the skin right above the dressing and just under his jaw line.
She froze, lips still only inches from his neck.
Booth was surprised but smiled slightly and closed his eyes when her lips made contact. He felt a warmth go through him at her show of affection, even if it had been done unconsciously. Which he figured it had. It didn't mean any less to him.
Finally she pulled back, not meeting his eyes.
"Make sure you clean the wound and change the dressing every day," she told him.
He straightened his head out and smiled at her.
"I have been wounded before Bones," he reminded her. "I've gotten pretty good at taking care of myself."
"I know Booth," she said, taking a quick glance to where she knew another, more prominent scar lay just under his white dress shirt. "I just do not think I would be a good partner if I did not make sure you were doing a good job of it," she said a little contritely.
His smile widened and he took the medical supplies from her, thumb smoothing over her hand and holding it for a second as he did. "Thank you, Bones. I appreciate it."
She nodded once and smiled. "You are welcome Booth."
A moment passed between them. The kind that were happening more frequently and stretching out for longer periods of time.
"So how about some pie for your wounded partner?" he asked finally, smirking before putting his arm around her shoulders and leading them back to his SUV.
"I think that can be arranged," she said smiling as she fell into step with him.