Bones: Enemy Mine (5/?)
Title: Enemy Mine
Chapter: 5/?
Author: Insomnfreak
Rating: Teen
Pairing/Characters: Brennan, Booth and others
Disclaimer: My name is not Kathy or Hart so Bones is not mine.
Summary: Sometimes your past comes back to haunt you in ways you least expect it.
V:
Suburbs of Washington, D.C.- Nighttime
The keys didn’t jingle as they were pulled from her purse, rather they made a metallic tink-tink sound. For a jingle there would have had to have been far fewer keys and as Booth had once observed, Bones had a lot of keys. Most were for work, building, office, Limbo, but all were very necessary, including the one she slipped into the door lock before her. With a gentle twist of her wrist, the tumblers gave way and granted her access to the apartment within.
Aside from the light over the stove that cast a pale, white light from the kitchen into the living room, the apartment was in varying shades of darkness. Regardless, Bones felt a soothing wave of calm wash over her as she shed her coat, hanging it on a nearby hook before heading for the couch sitting within the gentle glow of light. It felt good to just sit for a moment, the comfort of the well worn couch, drawing her deeper into its plushy embrace. Sighing contentedly, Bones toed off the shoes she had worn out on Angela’s girl’s night out .
It was a semi-regular ritual that had started during Angela’s first run at celibacy. The three women would bond over whatever amusement they had picked for the evening. Their choices had run from a tame night of bingo to a whole day of kayaking. The last had been a Bones’ pick and Cam’s least favorite, as it had involved being wet most of the day and without a hot tub or mojito in sight.
In the end it had been a jail cell wedding ceremony to Jack Hodgins that had permanently derailed Angela’s celibacy regimen. But Angela wasn’t about to let married life intrude upon their females only fun and had ramped up the regularity of the nights, insisting that a minimum of three fun filled, festive nights , Angela’s words, were what they needed on a monthly basis. Bones wasn’t sure how the artist had determined the monthly quantity required, but was fairly certain that no statistical analysis was done.
Bones smiled and stretched as she stood. She hadn’t planned on staying out as late as she had but when Angela and Cam were committed to female solidarity; it was hard to break ranks. So, her timetable for the evening was off by two hours which meant, instead of a nice soak in a hot bath, Bones would have to settle for a quick shower and bed. She had far too many long days and short nights of late, but Bones wasn’t about to complain. Her life was exactly how she wanted.
Quietly, she made her way to the bathroom, unbuttoning her blouse along the way and pulling it from her slacks. Angela had started off wanting to go clubbing, but after forty minutes of K-Fed clones hitting on the three women they had ended up at The Founding Fathers. The familiarity of the establishment put Bones at ease and as Angela had happily commented, put the anthropologist in a box for the night and let the woman out.
Of course Bones had no idea what a K-Fed was, let alone what her friend was talking about. Boxes?
Closing the door to the bathroom, Bones switched on the light just as her cerulean gaze fell on the giant, white porcelain tub. A sigh escaped her as she gazed, almost longingly at the bathtub. It was huge and deep and made to be soaked in for an hour at a time, but it wasn’t going to happen this night as it was nearly one in the morning.
I was really looking forward to a bath, Bones thought, a slight pout forming on her lips.
The feel of strong, warm arms encircling her waist quickly erased Bones’ disappointment at her bathing options as she leaned back into the solid form behind her. She would say the embrace was a conciliatory prize for the long, hot bath she had lost but that would imply that it was some how inferior to the bath, and it was anything but that.
“Did you have fun with the girls?” was whispered at her ear, the sound sending a tiny shiver of delight dancing down her spine as Bones felt herself being squeezed just a little tighter.
Her brows rose, the smile on her face turning a tad mischievous as she turned to face the man whose embrace she was enjoying. “Yes, yes I did,” she answered, looping her long arms about his neck.
Booth grinned lopsidedly at her, his dark eyes lazily taking in Bones’ face. With anyone else that look would seem almost surly but with Booth it came off all sex and smoldering passions. Of course Bones had determined that Booth could pull off sexy inspecting a glass of water. It was the eyes she had concluded after much internal inquiry and outward observations. Booth’s dark brown eyes could convey so much with a simple look and at that moment they were down right suggestive.
Without preamble, Bones applied the slightest of pressures to the base of Booth’s skull, pulling him down for a kiss. The kiss was not quick or long. It wasn’t a full on, open mouthed kiss or a tight lipped kiss, but what it was was perfect. All of their kisses were perfect.
Bones had felt certain that the laws of probability would eventually work against them. That in all the kisses they shared in the past, and the many they had added over the last few months that a single, non-perfect kiss would be had, one that she would find lacking in some way. But they were batting a hundred percent or was it batting a thousand? Bones always mixed up her sports metaphors.
After sharing dozens upon dozens of kisses with her handsome partner and secret lover, Bones had concluded the probabilities for a bad kiss were most likely like winning the state lottery. The heated look Booth gave her once they parted made Bones recalculate the odds. Maybe more like winning the state lottery twice…consecutively! And with that thoughts of lotteries and lost bath opportunities were placed on hold, at least for an hour or so.
Chapter: 5/?
Author: Insomnfreak
Rating: Teen
Pairing/Characters: Brennan, Booth and others
Disclaimer: My name is not Kathy or Hart so Bones is not mine.
Summary: Sometimes your past comes back to haunt you in ways you least expect it.
V:
Suburbs of Washington, D.C.- Nighttime
The keys didn’t jingle as they were pulled from her purse, rather they made a metallic tink-tink sound. For a jingle there would have had to have been far fewer keys and as Booth had once observed, Bones had a lot of keys. Most were for work, building, office, Limbo, but all were very necessary, including the one she slipped into the door lock before her. With a gentle twist of her wrist, the tumblers gave way and granted her access to the apartment within.
Aside from the light over the stove that cast a pale, white light from the kitchen into the living room, the apartment was in varying shades of darkness. Regardless, Bones felt a soothing wave of calm wash over her as she shed her coat, hanging it on a nearby hook before heading for the couch sitting within the gentle glow of light. It felt good to just sit for a moment, the comfort of the well worn couch, drawing her deeper into its plushy embrace. Sighing contentedly, Bones toed off the shoes she had worn out on Angela’s girl’s night out .
It was a semi-regular ritual that had started during Angela’s first run at celibacy. The three women would bond over whatever amusement they had picked for the evening. Their choices had run from a tame night of bingo to a whole day of kayaking. The last had been a Bones’ pick and Cam’s least favorite, as it had involved being wet most of the day and without a hot tub or mojito in sight.
In the end it had been a jail cell wedding ceremony to Jack Hodgins that had permanently derailed Angela’s celibacy regimen. But Angela wasn’t about to let married life intrude upon their females only fun and had ramped up the regularity of the nights, insisting that a minimum of three fun filled, festive nights , Angela’s words, were what they needed on a monthly basis. Bones wasn’t sure how the artist had determined the monthly quantity required, but was fairly certain that no statistical analysis was done.
Bones smiled and stretched as she stood. She hadn’t planned on staying out as late as she had but when Angela and Cam were committed to female solidarity; it was hard to break ranks. So, her timetable for the evening was off by two hours which meant, instead of a nice soak in a hot bath, Bones would have to settle for a quick shower and bed. She had far too many long days and short nights of late, but Bones wasn’t about to complain. Her life was exactly how she wanted.
Quietly, she made her way to the bathroom, unbuttoning her blouse along the way and pulling it from her slacks. Angela had started off wanting to go clubbing, but after forty minutes of K-Fed clones hitting on the three women they had ended up at The Founding Fathers. The familiarity of the establishment put Bones at ease and as Angela had happily commented, put the anthropologist in a box for the night and let the woman out.
Of course Bones had no idea what a K-Fed was, let alone what her friend was talking about. Boxes?
Closing the door to the bathroom, Bones switched on the light just as her cerulean gaze fell on the giant, white porcelain tub. A sigh escaped her as she gazed, almost longingly at the bathtub. It was huge and deep and made to be soaked in for an hour at a time, but it wasn’t going to happen this night as it was nearly one in the morning.
I was really looking forward to a bath, Bones thought, a slight pout forming on her lips.
The feel of strong, warm arms encircling her waist quickly erased Bones’ disappointment at her bathing options as she leaned back into the solid form behind her. She would say the embrace was a conciliatory prize for the long, hot bath she had lost but that would imply that it was some how inferior to the bath, and it was anything but that.
“Did you have fun with the girls?” was whispered at her ear, the sound sending a tiny shiver of delight dancing down her spine as Bones felt herself being squeezed just a little tighter.
Her brows rose, the smile on her face turning a tad mischievous as she turned to face the man whose embrace she was enjoying. “Yes, yes I did,” she answered, looping her long arms about his neck.
Booth grinned lopsidedly at her, his dark eyes lazily taking in Bones’ face. With anyone else that look would seem almost surly but with Booth it came off all sex and smoldering passions. Of course Bones had determined that Booth could pull off sexy inspecting a glass of water. It was the eyes she had concluded after much internal inquiry and outward observations. Booth’s dark brown eyes could convey so much with a simple look and at that moment they were down right suggestive.
Without preamble, Bones applied the slightest of pressures to the base of Booth’s skull, pulling him down for a kiss. The kiss was not quick or long. It wasn’t a full on, open mouthed kiss or a tight lipped kiss, but what it was was perfect. All of their kisses were perfect.
Bones had felt certain that the laws of probability would eventually work against them. That in all the kisses they shared in the past, and the many they had added over the last few months that a single, non-perfect kiss would be had, one that she would find lacking in some way. But they were batting a hundred percent or was it batting a thousand? Bones always mixed up her sports metaphors.
After sharing dozens upon dozens of kisses with her handsome partner and secret lover, Bones had concluded the probabilities for a bad kiss were most likely like winning the state lottery. The heated look Booth gave her once they parted made Bones recalculate the odds. Maybe more like winning the state lottery twice…consecutively! And with that thoughts of lotteries and lost bath opportunities were placed on hold, at least for an hour or so.