Control (2/2) - thepinkllama
Title: Control (2/2)
Author: thepinkllama
Pairing: Booth/Bones
Rating: PG-13 (I dropped a few f-bombs and it gets a little hot and heavy towards the end there)
Summary: Jealousy spurs Brennan to act irrationally.
Spoilers: The Wannabe in the Weeds
Booth tapped Brennan’s case file nervously in his hands as he knocked on her door. It was seven in the morning, an hour before he usually picked her up. She opened the door cautiously and seemed surprised to see him.
"Booth, you’re early."
He just looked at her. Her hair was damp from the shower and she wore a fluffy navy blue robe that intensified the color of huge blue eyes outlined in damp lashes. Her skin glowed and her lips and cheeks were a rosy pink. The lack of makeup made her look young and innocent. He handed her the case file and jammed his hands in his pockets.
"You left that in my apartment last night."
Brennan looked at the file in her hands, then set it down. The memories of the previous night flowed back and she nibbled on her thumbnail. She jumped when Booth’s hand circled her wrist and pulled it away from her mouth.
"Why are you nervous?"
She looked at his face and saw regret and affection.
"I acted horribly last night."
Booth sighed and slid his fingers between hers.
"It wasn’t your fault, I was the one that turned it into something more."
Brennan looked up at him, not sure of the feeling that slid into her chest.
"More?" The question was tinged with panic.
He dropped her hand abruptly.
"I’m a guy, if a beautiful woman kisses me I’m gonna kiss her back, it’s, what are you always calling it? Biological urges?"
"Something like that." She murmured, hurt slicing through her like a dagger.
Booth ached to reach out to her, hold her in his arms and stroke her damp hair. But he’d seen the look in her eyes when he’d said the kiss was more than a point in an argument.
"I think we’ve been partners too long, it would probably be best if we both worked with someone else."
Ice plunged into his chest as shock shot through his veins.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
She wouldn’t look him in the eyes,
"Last night was proof that things have gotten much too muddled, I myself have let my feelings become a problem."
Anger surged through his veins and burst when she calmly handed him the case file. He took it and threw it across the room, didn’t bother to watch as papers fluttered everywhere.
"You know what? I’ve always defended you against the people who have accused you of being cold and unfeeling, but now I’m not so sure they were wrong after all." Booth punched his fist into the counter, not even wincing when the skin broke and blood welled warm on his knuckles.
"You’re acting irrationally Booth."
"Fuck rationality, how can you throw what we had back in my face? You’re my best friend!"
Brennan’s eyes stung with tears but she willed them back.
"Coworkers in our line of work should not get so involved."
Booth shook his head.
"Fuck that." He said and slammed the door on his way out.
Brennan bit her lip, tried to swallow the bitter sadness that pressed at her throat and stung her eyes. It was for the best, she’d fallen in love with him and clearly he didn’t feel the same way. The clean break would make it easier. If you broke yourself off from someone you needed more than a breath of air it wouldn’t come as such a shock when they left. She took a deep breath, a bit of sadness was normal and when it passed she could get on with her life.
A spot of crimson caught her eye. She looked at the floor where drops of Booth’s blood had fallen. Brennan bent down and wiped the drops with the corner of her robe. Suddenly a flash of pain shot through her and she gasped out a sob. Tears flowed down her face, hot and angry as she sat on the floor. Her hair fell across her face and her heart ached fiercely. She pressed her hand to it, as if it would relieve the pain. She didn’t hear the door open.
Booth grabbed the banister for control. Anger that she could cause him so much pain so carelessly surged through him. Like hell he was going to give up his partner. She was his world, there was no way he would give her up without a fight. He opened her door roughly and was prepared to yell out her name when he saw her sitting on the floor, the corner of her robe clutched tightly in her hands, her head bent. Fear ran cold through his veins.
"Bones, are you okay?"
Her head snapped up and he saw her eyes red with tears. He bent down beside her, and pulled her into his arms. Brennan twisted and shoved him to the floor and glared down at him.
"Get out." She gritted through her teeth and slammed into her room.
Booth heard the click of the look and stood by her door.
"Bones, open up the door."
"Get out!" She yelled through the closed door.
"Bones I need to talk to you."
"My name is Doctor Temperance Brennan!" She yelled.
"Fuck that, open this door."
"I’m calling the police!"
"I’m the fucking police!"
Booth clenched his fists, she could make him mad enough to chew steel. It was too damn bad he was crazy about her. He kicked the door down and had the pleasure of seeing her face slack with surprise. The surprise didn’t last long though and he was too late to dodge the phone she hurled at him. It hit him smack in the forehead and he pressed a hand to the spot. She had an arm like a major league outfielder. He barely dodged the lamp that followed and felt it thump against his arm. He rushed at her as she looked for something else to throw and wasn’t quite quick enough to avoid the shoe to his gut. So much for the grueling army training. He caught her wrist as she reached for the second shoe.
"Why don’t you simmer down Bones?"
"Not a chance in hell." She hissed and hurled herself at him.
She was clawing and scratching and biting and he was trying not to be ripped apart. They were perched precariously on the corner of her bed and he flipped her over and just as quickly lay on top of her hand pinned her arms above her head.
"Will you calm down for five minutes so I can talk to you?" He panted out.
She wriggled underneath him and he was pained to see the robe had slipped open and a long smooth line of pale skin gleamed in the morning sun.
"This is turning into something sexual real fast and I’d like to talk before we start bumping the uglies." His grin was fast and dangerous.
Brennan let out a feral growl and managed to knock his arms out from under him and flip him onto his side. She rolled over and retied her robe before flopping down beside him.
"I really hate you." She said halfheartedly.
"Look, if after this you still want to stop working with me then I will leave you be, but I need you to listen to me first.’
Brennan nodded and turned her head to him.
"I know last night things got a bit… Personal, but I can’t let something like that ruin what we have, and what is so wrong with becoming more?"
She looked at him then slowly moved to him and pressed her lips to his.
"It isn’t professional."
"Love rarely is."
Her shocked expression made him smile.
"Yeah big shocker, I’m in love with you. You’re incredible, it shouldn’t come as a surprise."
Brennan blinked then smiled and framed his face, a move that brought him to his knees.
"I love you."
He leaned over her and slid his lips slowly over hers, slipped his hand under her robe and reveled in the warm impossibly soft skin underneath. The scent of her swirled around him and tied up any thought of responsibility. Her hair was cold and damp against his cheek and smelled like heaven. He groaned as her hands slid up his shirt and pulled it off then simply rolled over and held her against him, skin to skin.
"I’m crazy about you."
Brennan smiled lazily then trailed an hand down his arm,
"I’m all for cuddling but I’m so churned up right now that if you don’t get down to business I -."
Booth laughed and covered her mouth before she could go on.
"Duly noted."