Bones Fanfic: Show Me What I'm Looking For (24/?)
Title: Show Me What I’m Looking For
Author: biba79
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine, they belong to Hart Hanson.
Pairings/Characters: Booth/Brennan
Rating: T
Spoilers: None
Summary: When Brennan fears she may be incapable of truly making love, she asks Booth for help only he can provide. What will his answer be? Season Six. Booth/Brennan.
Word Count: 2,819
Previous Chapters: One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten - Eleven - Twelve - Thirteen - Fourteen - Fifteen - Sixteen - Seventeen - Eighteen - Nineteen - Twenty - Twenty-One - Twenty-Two - Twenty-Three
A/N: Thanks for the wonderful reviews. Just got back from my trip and I’m excited to be back and start posting again. Now I just need to start writing again, so that I can finish writing this fic. Another update soon, I promise!
Thanks to Jen for the wonderful beta. She has been a great help.
Bones tomorrow. I’m so excited it’s finally back. I bet I’m not the only one. I can’t believe it’s almost the end of season 6, I just hope it ends better than the first half of the season. Anyone else excited?
Song “Ordinary Day” by Vanessa Carlton.
Just a day
Just an ordinary day
Just trying to get by
Just a boy
Just an ordinary boy
But he was looking to the sky
And as he asked if I would come along
I started to realize
That every day he finds
Just what he's looking for
Like a shooting star he shines.
He said take my hand
Live while you can
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
And as he spoke, he spoke ordinary words
Although they did not feel
For I felt what I had not felt before
And you'd swear those words could heal
And as I looked up into those eyes
His vision borrows mine
And I know he's no stranger
For I feel I've held him for all of time
Please come with me
See what I see
Touch the stars for time will not flee
Time will not flee
Can you see?
Just a dream, just an ordinary dream.
As I wake in bed
And the boy, that ordinary boy
Or was it all in my head?
Did he asked if I would come along
It all seemed so real
But as I looked to the door
I saw that boy standing there with a deal
Chapter 24
“Dinner is served.”
“Oh, I forgot the wine.” Brennan went back into the kitchen.
“I’ll get the corkscrew,” Booth offered and followed Brennan, not realizing Angela had followed him.
She watched Booth walk without hesitation to the drawer by the fridge, knowing exactly where to find it.
“How do you know where she keeps it?”
“Uh...” Booth looked at Angela and didn’t know what to say.
“He’s been here before Angela; you know that, so why make a big deal,” Brennan jumped in. “Come on, before the food gets cold - that’s why we decided against a restaurant for this party, remember?”
They all settled around the table, and Brennan’s door buzzed. She looked up; wondering who could it be; everyone was already there.
“Excuse me...”
She opened the door and was amazed to find Bryan standing there with a wrapped gift in hand.
“Bryan.” She wasn’t thrilled to see him.
“Hi... am I late?”
“For what?”
“Booth’s party... uh... Sweets invited me when I ran into him at The Hoover today...”
“Oh... no.... just in time, come in.” She showed him to the table. Sweets, she should have known.
“Booth, Happy Birthday...”
Booth wondered why Bryan was there - did Brennan actually invite him? What was she trying to do? Wreck his day completely.
He looked at her, anger growing again.
“I’ll get a place setting,” Brennan offered.
“I’ll help you,” Booth said standing.
They went into the kitchen.
“Get rid of him!”
“What? How can I do that, and why should I?”
“It’s my birthday, Bones. I don’t want him here... I don’t like crowds.”
“One extra person makes it a crowd?”
“If it was only him without that over inflated ego of his! Why in the hell did you invite him?”
“You think I asked him?” She was angry at his assumption.
“Well, it’s your apartment, he’s been after you all week... what else could it be?”
“I don’t know Booth,” She was livid. “You are such a brilliant investigator, why don’t you figure it out? If I was expecting him, would I have to get him silverware?”
Brennan turned her back on him, got the utensils and a glass.
Booth was still trying to piece this together, realizing she did have a point.
“Hey, what’s holding you up?” Sweets called from the doorway. “Dr. Brennan, I’m sorry. I ran into Bryan today, and he was dying to see you, so I thought why not invite him to Booth’s party? I figured it would kill two birds with one stone. I wasn’t sure he would come though; I’m glad he did.”
“It’s okay Sweets, the more the merrier,” She said looking at Booth as though he was a spider crawling across her floor; she hated spiders.
Sweets left, Booth turned back to her, and she side stepped him.
“Bones, I’m... please...” He felt like he was caught in a web.
“I have guests...”
Booth followed her, dreading the evening ahead.
“So, Booth, this was a nice little surprise... sweet of your friends to do for you,” Bryan said trying to be pleasant.
“Yeah, they’re full of surprises.”
Cam gave Booth a warning look; she could tell he was not in a great mood.
“Temperance, what a lovely place you have... did you decorate it yourself?” Bryan complimented her so easily.
“Thanks, yes... I like to decorate, it relaxes me.”
“I thought cleaning did that?” Booth asked throwing caution to the wind.
“No, actually cleaning is what I do when I’m angry or frustrated. I plan on doing some this weekend.” She drove her point home.
“She was furious once...” Sweets blurted out.
“Sweets, how about another roll?” Cam asked sweetly, just about shoving it into his mouth.
“So Bryan, how’s business been?” Hodgins asked politely.
“Terrific, if all goes according to plan, we should make at least two million this year.”
“Whoa! Two Million!” Angela was impressed.
“Before or after taxes?” Booth asked sarcastically. His insecurities were getting the best of him.
“That’s great,” Sweets said encouragingly, wondering what was wrong with Booth. It was the guy’s birthday - did he ever lighten up?
The conversation turned to general topics, except for all the compliments and observations Bryan bestowed on Brennan whenever he got a chance. Booth felt like throwing up. How could anyone be so phony?
Brennan brought out a beautiful cake, complete with lit candles.
They sang him happy birthday, which of course had Booth feeling a little uncomfortable. But in a good way.
“Make a wish,” Cam advised.
Booth blew out the candles, wishing with all his heart.
Brennan cut the cake placing the first piece in front of him; she was still miffed at him, but in spite of that, she was hoping fervently that she got the cake right.
He looked at it...curious for a moment. After the others were served Brennan sat down watching Booth take the first bite.
His fork barely left his mouth as he tasted it, his expression changed visibly. He couldn’t believe it, memories swirled in his head, the sound of her voice singing. “Happy Birthday. Open your presents Seeley. Close your eyes and make a wish.” His eyes opened, brimming with tears. He looked at Brennan, somehow knowing she was responsible.
“Who made this cake?” He asked, wondering how it could possibly be the same.
“Brennan did,” Angela said, wondering if he found an egg shell or something, or if Brennan made the cake just like his Mom.
“Where did you? It’s...” Booth was speechless.
“Do you like it?” She asked, smiling a little, realizing she must have gotten pretty close.
“Yeah, it’s my favorite.” He looked at her as if she had a halo and wings. How did she do it?
“How did you know?”
“Cam mentioned it once.”
“Hey, is this like your mom’s? Booth, that’s great!” Cam was happy for him.
“It’s exactly like hers.” He was overwhelmed Brennan would have gone to all this trouble for him.
As they finished dessert, Booth wished everyone else would disappear, especially the ever irritating Bryan. He didn’t remember disliking him when they worked together, but now he could hardly stand the guy.
Brennan excused herself to go get a tissue for Cam.
Booth saw his chance. He followed her into the bedroom.
She turned around, sensing his presence.
“Bones, I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry for being such a jackass.”
“You are, you know.” She wasn’t going to make this easy.
“Yeah, I know.”
“Bones,” his hands came up to her shoulders; he wanted to make sure she couldn’t escape this time. “Thank you.” His eyes implored her forgiveness.
Brennan still felt hurt. “Don’t thank me, everyone else had something wrong with their place; I was the only one left.”
“I don’t mean that. I mean, of course I mean that too, but the cake, you don’t know how good it was to taste...” his eyes welled up.
“I was hoping... I wasn’t sure it was the right one.”
“It’s perfect.”
“Good.”
“Bones.” He wanted to tell her now, God why wait any longer?
The sound of someone coming down the hall made him drop his hands quickly.
“Hey you two - it takes two to get Kleenex, must be a big box.” Bryan looked at them intently, wondering just what he interrupted.
“Uh... we’re coming,” Brennan said, following him out the door.
No reason not to tell her he was in love with her, except the apartment was full of people, and they couldn’t get a moment alone. Booth headed back to the dining room.
He opened his present from the gang - season tickets for what else, hockey. Bryan, ever thoughtful, had bestowed him with driving gloves. Booth knew how much use they would be. He tried to be polite and thanked him, then Hodgins surprised him with a little joke. He turned red as he pulled out a cookbook entitled ‘Hot Dishes.’
“Thanks Hodgins, I’ll remember this.” Hodgins would be getting paid back in full. Booth returned it quickly to the box, leaving everyone to wonder what got Hodgins laughing so hard.
Later, they were clearing dishes in the kitchen.
“Bones, I ... please I need to talk to you later, okay?” Booth whispered.
She waited as Sweets brought in more dishes and left.
“Bryan offered to stay and help with the cleanup,” She said wanting the time as much as he did.
“You want him to stay?”
“Well, I could use the help.” She couldn’t resist giving him a little bit of a hard time.
“What if I promise I’ll help?”
“You’re the Birthday Boy; you don’t get to do dishes.”
“I’ll help clean up, please?” He looked at her so intently that she gave in.
“Okay, I’ll tell Bryan he doesn’t need to stay.” She looked at him forgivingly. She shook her head, would she ever be able to stay mad at him?
Booth smiled knowing this night was going to be very happy after all.
X-X-X-X-X-X
Finally everyone said good bye, Booth included. Ever careful he accepted a ride with Cam.
Brennan closed the door, sighing in relief as she cleared the glasses scattered around the living room.
A few minutes later, he was back. Brennan turned to him. They looked longingly at each other for a moment, letting all the silly arguments fade away. His lips found hers; it had been way too long and too frustrating. He led her, pushing her gently backwards, toward the bedroom, their kiss unbroken.
To her surprise he didn’t stop in the bedroom - he guided her into the bathroom.
“Hey, you promised to help with the clean up!” She reminded him, giving him a ‘I knew you didn’t mean it look.’
“I fully intend to keep my promise.”
“Booth? What are we doing in here?”
“I didn’t say what kind of clean up.”
“Oh, so what did you have in mind?”
“You taught me the benefits of a warm bubble bath, I think it’s time I showed you the merits of a hot, steamy shower.”
“A shower...”
He began to unzip her dress as she headed for the buttons on his shirt.
“I guess this is appropriate,” she smiled. “After all, it is your birthday. So, you should definitely be in your birthday suit.” She laughed, tugging at his belt.
“Remember I’m the one who gets to unwrap the presents.” He pulled her dress down, it glided to the floor.
“So I’m a present now?”
“You’re the best present, and you’re water proof.”
She laughed as he turned on the warm water helping her step in beside him as he pulled the curtain.
Hands reach out to wash her back as she moaned leaning against him. Water drenched them as lips met ravenously, both of them eager for a reunion.
As the steamy water pounded onto their bare flesh, they clung to each other, touching softly, passionately arousing responses to each other. It was as if each time they united it was the first time. They rediscovered that unexplainable bond, the unbreakable thread that kept pulling them back together. The passion that ignited between them was endless.
At last they parted, stepping out of the shower - both were breathless and left completely speechless by the intensity of their desire. Booth reached for a towel, gently drying Brennan’s skin, softly caressing each limb slowly and moving up her body. His eyes met hers, and they told her what she was longing to hear.
Brennan felt the emotions so strongly. Why hadn’t either one of them just taken a chance? Just three words. That’s all. Why did she give into the fear, running from it all the time? Olivia was right. Brennan couldn’t stop them any longer.
“Booth.... I love...”
The surprised look on his face stopped her - she was not sure why it was there, was it good or bad?
“What?” He asked waiting his heart pounding.
“I love the way you clean up after a party.”
“Oh... Uh... yeah it beats doing dishes.” He covered his disappointment with a joke. He could have sworn she was about to say something else.
X-X-X-X-X-X
They went into the bedroom hand in hand.
“Oh, your present!” She moved towards her dresser as she tied her robe.
“Bones, you already gave me the season tickets with everyone else.”
“This one’s from me...” She handed it to him a little shyly, hoping she chose wisely.
He unwrapped it slowly, knowing whatever it was, he would love it.
He read the folded paper inside, looking over a map enclosed.
“Beth Marie Booth? A star with my mother’s name.”
She bit her lip nervously. “I know, when you look at the stars you will think about her, so I thought you should have a special one to make your wishes come true.”
Booth’s eyes filled with tears; he tried to brush them away and control himself.
“Booth, it’s okay to cry,” She said taking his hands into hers.
“It’s just...” he was too filled with emotions to speak. She put her arms around him, letting him release his long overdue pain with her tears falling onto his bare shoulder.
“Bones,” Her hand went up to his lips, she leaned forward kissing him gently, sweetly, willing his pain to end. She caressed his cheek, and he responded to her, wanting to be as close to her as he could.
X-X-X-X-X-X
They rested quietly, holding each other.
“Bones, I’ve never had tears in my eyes like that before... the thought of her over the years, you know, not even at the funeral. I couldn’t let anyone see me cry, so I didn’t, I had to be brave - I was a young man. That was what everyone said - I had to be a strong young man for my little brother, because that’s what my Mom would have wanted.”
“Never? Not even when she... at the end?”
“No, I couldn’t. I thought it would make me seem weak, and even when there were a few people who said it would be okay to cry, Pops or our priest, I just I couldn’t. I felt numb inside... it was like a bad dream... maybe I thought I would wake up and find her again.”
Brennan rubbed his back, hoping he would continue; this was the most he had ever spoken of her and his feelings for her.
“Tonight,” his hand reached out to her face, “when I.... the cake... it was like, it all came back to me,” his eyes got glassy again. “It was so good, I would never have forgotten how it tasted, but to actually... you knew what it would be for me to have that again. It meant more to me than you’ll ever know.”
He kissed her, “You made this a birthday I’ll never forget as long as I live.”
She returned his kisses as she whispered into his ear, “Happy Birthday, Booth.”
A/N: Thanks for reading. Please let me know what you guys think.
Author: biba79
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine, they belong to Hart Hanson.
Pairings/Characters: Booth/Brennan
Rating: T
Spoilers: None
Summary: When Brennan fears she may be incapable of truly making love, she asks Booth for help only he can provide. What will his answer be? Season Six. Booth/Brennan.
Word Count: 2,819
Previous Chapters: One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten - Eleven - Twelve - Thirteen - Fourteen - Fifteen - Sixteen - Seventeen - Eighteen - Nineteen - Twenty - Twenty-One - Twenty-Two - Twenty-Three
A/N: Thanks for the wonderful reviews. Just got back from my trip and I’m excited to be back and start posting again. Now I just need to start writing again, so that I can finish writing this fic. Another update soon, I promise!
Thanks to Jen for the wonderful beta. She has been a great help.
Bones tomorrow. I’m so excited it’s finally back. I bet I’m not the only one. I can’t believe it’s almost the end of season 6, I just hope it ends better than the first half of the season. Anyone else excited?
Song “Ordinary Day” by Vanessa Carlton.
Just a day
Just an ordinary day
Just trying to get by
Just a boy
Just an ordinary boy
But he was looking to the sky
And as he asked if I would come along
I started to realize
That every day he finds
Just what he's looking for
Like a shooting star he shines.
He said take my hand
Live while you can
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
And as he spoke, he spoke ordinary words
Although they did not feel
For I felt what I had not felt before
And you'd swear those words could heal
And as I looked up into those eyes
His vision borrows mine
And I know he's no stranger
For I feel I've held him for all of time
Please come with me
See what I see
Touch the stars for time will not flee
Time will not flee
Can you see?
Just a dream, just an ordinary dream.
As I wake in bed
And the boy, that ordinary boy
Or was it all in my head?
Did he asked if I would come along
It all seemed so real
But as I looked to the door
I saw that boy standing there with a deal
Chapter 24
“Dinner is served.”
“Oh, I forgot the wine.” Brennan went back into the kitchen.
“I’ll get the corkscrew,” Booth offered and followed Brennan, not realizing Angela had followed him.
She watched Booth walk without hesitation to the drawer by the fridge, knowing exactly where to find it.
“How do you know where she keeps it?”
“Uh...” Booth looked at Angela and didn’t know what to say.
“He’s been here before Angela; you know that, so why make a big deal,” Brennan jumped in. “Come on, before the food gets cold - that’s why we decided against a restaurant for this party, remember?”
They all settled around the table, and Brennan’s door buzzed. She looked up; wondering who could it be; everyone was already there.
“Excuse me...”
She opened the door and was amazed to find Bryan standing there with a wrapped gift in hand.
“Bryan.” She wasn’t thrilled to see him.
“Hi... am I late?”
“For what?”
“Booth’s party... uh... Sweets invited me when I ran into him at The Hoover today...”
“Oh... no.... just in time, come in.” She showed him to the table. Sweets, she should have known.
“Booth, Happy Birthday...”
Booth wondered why Bryan was there - did Brennan actually invite him? What was she trying to do? Wreck his day completely.
He looked at her, anger growing again.
“I’ll get a place setting,” Brennan offered.
“I’ll help you,” Booth said standing.
They went into the kitchen.
“Get rid of him!”
“What? How can I do that, and why should I?”
“It’s my birthday, Bones. I don’t want him here... I don’t like crowds.”
“One extra person makes it a crowd?”
“If it was only him without that over inflated ego of his! Why in the hell did you invite him?”
“You think I asked him?” She was angry at his assumption.
“Well, it’s your apartment, he’s been after you all week... what else could it be?”
“I don’t know Booth,” She was livid. “You are such a brilliant investigator, why don’t you figure it out? If I was expecting him, would I have to get him silverware?”
Brennan turned her back on him, got the utensils and a glass.
Booth was still trying to piece this together, realizing she did have a point.
“Hey, what’s holding you up?” Sweets called from the doorway. “Dr. Brennan, I’m sorry. I ran into Bryan today, and he was dying to see you, so I thought why not invite him to Booth’s party? I figured it would kill two birds with one stone. I wasn’t sure he would come though; I’m glad he did.”
“It’s okay Sweets, the more the merrier,” She said looking at Booth as though he was a spider crawling across her floor; she hated spiders.
Sweets left, Booth turned back to her, and she side stepped him.
“Bones, I’m... please...” He felt like he was caught in a web.
“I have guests...”
Booth followed her, dreading the evening ahead.
“So, Booth, this was a nice little surprise... sweet of your friends to do for you,” Bryan said trying to be pleasant.
“Yeah, they’re full of surprises.”
Cam gave Booth a warning look; she could tell he was not in a great mood.
“Temperance, what a lovely place you have... did you decorate it yourself?” Bryan complimented her so easily.
“Thanks, yes... I like to decorate, it relaxes me.”
“I thought cleaning did that?” Booth asked throwing caution to the wind.
“No, actually cleaning is what I do when I’m angry or frustrated. I plan on doing some this weekend.” She drove her point home.
“She was furious once...” Sweets blurted out.
“Sweets, how about another roll?” Cam asked sweetly, just about shoving it into his mouth.
“So Bryan, how’s business been?” Hodgins asked politely.
“Terrific, if all goes according to plan, we should make at least two million this year.”
“Whoa! Two Million!” Angela was impressed.
“Before or after taxes?” Booth asked sarcastically. His insecurities were getting the best of him.
“That’s great,” Sweets said encouragingly, wondering what was wrong with Booth. It was the guy’s birthday - did he ever lighten up?
The conversation turned to general topics, except for all the compliments and observations Bryan bestowed on Brennan whenever he got a chance. Booth felt like throwing up. How could anyone be so phony?
Brennan brought out a beautiful cake, complete with lit candles.
They sang him happy birthday, which of course had Booth feeling a little uncomfortable. But in a good way.
“Make a wish,” Cam advised.
Booth blew out the candles, wishing with all his heart.
Brennan cut the cake placing the first piece in front of him; she was still miffed at him, but in spite of that, she was hoping fervently that she got the cake right.
He looked at it...curious for a moment. After the others were served Brennan sat down watching Booth take the first bite.
His fork barely left his mouth as he tasted it, his expression changed visibly. He couldn’t believe it, memories swirled in his head, the sound of her voice singing. “Happy Birthday. Open your presents Seeley. Close your eyes and make a wish.” His eyes opened, brimming with tears. He looked at Brennan, somehow knowing she was responsible.
“Who made this cake?” He asked, wondering how it could possibly be the same.
“Brennan did,” Angela said, wondering if he found an egg shell or something, or if Brennan made the cake just like his Mom.
“Where did you? It’s...” Booth was speechless.
“Do you like it?” She asked, smiling a little, realizing she must have gotten pretty close.
“Yeah, it’s my favorite.” He looked at her as if she had a halo and wings. How did she do it?
“How did you know?”
“Cam mentioned it once.”
“Hey, is this like your mom’s? Booth, that’s great!” Cam was happy for him.
“It’s exactly like hers.” He was overwhelmed Brennan would have gone to all this trouble for him.
As they finished dessert, Booth wished everyone else would disappear, especially the ever irritating Bryan. He didn’t remember disliking him when they worked together, but now he could hardly stand the guy.
Brennan excused herself to go get a tissue for Cam.
Booth saw his chance. He followed her into the bedroom.
She turned around, sensing his presence.
“Bones, I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry for being such a jackass.”
“You are, you know.” She wasn’t going to make this easy.
“Yeah, I know.”
“Bones,” his hands came up to her shoulders; he wanted to make sure she couldn’t escape this time. “Thank you.” His eyes implored her forgiveness.
Brennan still felt hurt. “Don’t thank me, everyone else had something wrong with their place; I was the only one left.”
“I don’t mean that. I mean, of course I mean that too, but the cake, you don’t know how good it was to taste...” his eyes welled up.
“I was hoping... I wasn’t sure it was the right one.”
“It’s perfect.”
“Good.”
“Bones.” He wanted to tell her now, God why wait any longer?
The sound of someone coming down the hall made him drop his hands quickly.
“Hey you two - it takes two to get Kleenex, must be a big box.” Bryan looked at them intently, wondering just what he interrupted.
“Uh... we’re coming,” Brennan said, following him out the door.
No reason not to tell her he was in love with her, except the apartment was full of people, and they couldn’t get a moment alone. Booth headed back to the dining room.
He opened his present from the gang - season tickets for what else, hockey. Bryan, ever thoughtful, had bestowed him with driving gloves. Booth knew how much use they would be. He tried to be polite and thanked him, then Hodgins surprised him with a little joke. He turned red as he pulled out a cookbook entitled ‘Hot Dishes.’
“Thanks Hodgins, I’ll remember this.” Hodgins would be getting paid back in full. Booth returned it quickly to the box, leaving everyone to wonder what got Hodgins laughing so hard.
Later, they were clearing dishes in the kitchen.
“Bones, I ... please I need to talk to you later, okay?” Booth whispered.
She waited as Sweets brought in more dishes and left.
“Bryan offered to stay and help with the cleanup,” She said wanting the time as much as he did.
“You want him to stay?”
“Well, I could use the help.” She couldn’t resist giving him a little bit of a hard time.
“What if I promise I’ll help?”
“You’re the Birthday Boy; you don’t get to do dishes.”
“I’ll help clean up, please?” He looked at her so intently that she gave in.
“Okay, I’ll tell Bryan he doesn’t need to stay.” She looked at him forgivingly. She shook her head, would she ever be able to stay mad at him?
Booth smiled knowing this night was going to be very happy after all.
X-X-X-X-X-X
Finally everyone said good bye, Booth included. Ever careful he accepted a ride with Cam.
Brennan closed the door, sighing in relief as she cleared the glasses scattered around the living room.
A few minutes later, he was back. Brennan turned to him. They looked longingly at each other for a moment, letting all the silly arguments fade away. His lips found hers; it had been way too long and too frustrating. He led her, pushing her gently backwards, toward the bedroom, their kiss unbroken.
To her surprise he didn’t stop in the bedroom - he guided her into the bathroom.
“Hey, you promised to help with the clean up!” She reminded him, giving him a ‘I knew you didn’t mean it look.’
“I fully intend to keep my promise.”
“Booth? What are we doing in here?”
“I didn’t say what kind of clean up.”
“Oh, so what did you have in mind?”
“You taught me the benefits of a warm bubble bath, I think it’s time I showed you the merits of a hot, steamy shower.”
“A shower...”
He began to unzip her dress as she headed for the buttons on his shirt.
“I guess this is appropriate,” she smiled. “After all, it is your birthday. So, you should definitely be in your birthday suit.” She laughed, tugging at his belt.
“Remember I’m the one who gets to unwrap the presents.” He pulled her dress down, it glided to the floor.
“So I’m a present now?”
“You’re the best present, and you’re water proof.”
She laughed as he turned on the warm water helping her step in beside him as he pulled the curtain.
Hands reach out to wash her back as she moaned leaning against him. Water drenched them as lips met ravenously, both of them eager for a reunion.
As the steamy water pounded onto their bare flesh, they clung to each other, touching softly, passionately arousing responses to each other. It was as if each time they united it was the first time. They rediscovered that unexplainable bond, the unbreakable thread that kept pulling them back together. The passion that ignited between them was endless.
At last they parted, stepping out of the shower - both were breathless and left completely speechless by the intensity of their desire. Booth reached for a towel, gently drying Brennan’s skin, softly caressing each limb slowly and moving up her body. His eyes met hers, and they told her what she was longing to hear.
Brennan felt the emotions so strongly. Why hadn’t either one of them just taken a chance? Just three words. That’s all. Why did she give into the fear, running from it all the time? Olivia was right. Brennan couldn’t stop them any longer.
“Booth.... I love...”
The surprised look on his face stopped her - she was not sure why it was there, was it good or bad?
“What?” He asked waiting his heart pounding.
“I love the way you clean up after a party.”
“Oh... Uh... yeah it beats doing dishes.” He covered his disappointment with a joke. He could have sworn she was about to say something else.
X-X-X-X-X-X
They went into the bedroom hand in hand.
“Oh, your present!” She moved towards her dresser as she tied her robe.
“Bones, you already gave me the season tickets with everyone else.”
“This one’s from me...” She handed it to him a little shyly, hoping she chose wisely.
He unwrapped it slowly, knowing whatever it was, he would love it.
He read the folded paper inside, looking over a map enclosed.
“Beth Marie Booth? A star with my mother’s name.”
She bit her lip nervously. “I know, when you look at the stars you will think about her, so I thought you should have a special one to make your wishes come true.”
Booth’s eyes filled with tears; he tried to brush them away and control himself.
“Booth, it’s okay to cry,” She said taking his hands into hers.
“It’s just...” he was too filled with emotions to speak. She put her arms around him, letting him release his long overdue pain with her tears falling onto his bare shoulder.
“Bones,” Her hand went up to his lips, she leaned forward kissing him gently, sweetly, willing his pain to end. She caressed his cheek, and he responded to her, wanting to be as close to her as he could.
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They rested quietly, holding each other.
“Bones, I’ve never had tears in my eyes like that before... the thought of her over the years, you know, not even at the funeral. I couldn’t let anyone see me cry, so I didn’t, I had to be brave - I was a young man. That was what everyone said - I had to be a strong young man for my little brother, because that’s what my Mom would have wanted.”
“Never? Not even when she... at the end?”
“No, I couldn’t. I thought it would make me seem weak, and even when there were a few people who said it would be okay to cry, Pops or our priest, I just I couldn’t. I felt numb inside... it was like a bad dream... maybe I thought I would wake up and find her again.”
Brennan rubbed his back, hoping he would continue; this was the most he had ever spoken of her and his feelings for her.
“Tonight,” his hand reached out to her face, “when I.... the cake... it was like, it all came back to me,” his eyes got glassy again. “It was so good, I would never have forgotten how it tasted, but to actually... you knew what it would be for me to have that again. It meant more to me than you’ll ever know.”
He kissed her, “You made this a birthday I’ll never forget as long as I live.”
She returned his kisses as she whispered into his ear, “Happy Birthday, Booth.”
A/N: Thanks for reading. Please let me know what you guys think.