Bones: Slow Dancing
Title: Slow Dancing
Pairing: Booth/Brennan
Spoilers: The End In The Beginning
Rating: PG
Summary: How could a man send her off the way he did, she couldn’t understand.
Word count: 551
She didn’t like to slow dance but she loved that song. And, most importantly, she couldn’t refuse his request to dance at this elegant function, rarely had she had the chance to see him wearing a tux like he was tonight - which was a pity, for he was so handsome and something else. Brennan just realized they were dancing when he held her hand and pulled her towards the dance floor, among the other couples there. Booth pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arm around her waist, not loose and still not tight enough, and held her hand tenderly in his, while softly resting his cheek to hers.
He smelt good, she thought, inhaling his scent and closing her eyes for a second, while he spun her around the floor, leading. She felt the hand that was resting on his shoulder grasp him tighter, enjoying the feel of his muscles under the fabric of the tux, firm and strong under her touch. And before she could actually notice her hand had slipped down to his chest, gingerly touching him.
“You’re a good dancer, Bones, who would’ve imagined.”
“Thanks, I’ve taken dance lessons, but apparently I’m a natural.”
He chuckled, pearly white teeth and wrinkled nose just a few inches from her face.
“Of course you are.”
“And I love this song. My mother used to sing it to me when I was a child.”
He fixed his gaze on her face, pulling her closer to him, pressing his arm around her. She could feel his breath hot against her, the faint smell of wine mixed with his cologne and his own scent and for a second she felt slightly dizzy, while they spun slowly on the dance floor. She couldn’t understand the lyrics anymore but she could perfectly well feel the touch of his hand on her back tighten, as if he were squeezing her back.
Brennan closed her eyes and the desperate need to lean against him and kiss his lips overwhelmed her, making her legs tremble a little. She blamed it on the wine she had, which rendered her to that state where one is tipsy enough so the world is softly spinning yet not drunk enough to find the courage to do what she wanted to do. And in the back of her mind she just wanted to cross the line and kiss him, talk about the awareness of her love for him.
Booth probably could feel the fast pulse pumping in her, for their bodies were so close, pressed together, dancing out of sync to the song, but dancing slower, to their own tempo.
“Are you okay, Bones?” he asked against her cheek, his husky voice vibrating against her and making her shiver lightly. Of course she would shiver, lately just being close to him made her feel off guarded and slightly confused. How could a man send her off the way he did, she couldn’t understand.
Brennan smiled, trying to find the voice to answer him.
“Yeah. Just a little tipsy.”
“Would you like to take a seat then?”
She shook her head.
“No. If I fall, you’d catch me, wouldn’t you?”
“Of course, I would never let you fall, Bones.”
She smiled. Except she had already fallen; but in love with him.
END
Pairing: Booth/Brennan
Spoilers: The End In The Beginning
Rating: PG
Summary: How could a man send her off the way he did, she couldn’t understand.
Word count: 551
She didn’t like to slow dance but she loved that song. And, most importantly, she couldn’t refuse his request to dance at this elegant function, rarely had she had the chance to see him wearing a tux like he was tonight - which was a pity, for he was so handsome and something else. Brennan just realized they were dancing when he held her hand and pulled her towards the dance floor, among the other couples there. Booth pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arm around her waist, not loose and still not tight enough, and held her hand tenderly in his, while softly resting his cheek to hers.
He smelt good, she thought, inhaling his scent and closing her eyes for a second, while he spun her around the floor, leading. She felt the hand that was resting on his shoulder grasp him tighter, enjoying the feel of his muscles under the fabric of the tux, firm and strong under her touch. And before she could actually notice her hand had slipped down to his chest, gingerly touching him.
“You’re a good dancer, Bones, who would’ve imagined.”
“Thanks, I’ve taken dance lessons, but apparently I’m a natural.”
He chuckled, pearly white teeth and wrinkled nose just a few inches from her face.
“Of course you are.”
“And I love this song. My mother used to sing it to me when I was a child.”
He fixed his gaze on her face, pulling her closer to him, pressing his arm around her. She could feel his breath hot against her, the faint smell of wine mixed with his cologne and his own scent and for a second she felt slightly dizzy, while they spun slowly on the dance floor. She couldn’t understand the lyrics anymore but she could perfectly well feel the touch of his hand on her back tighten, as if he were squeezing her back.
Brennan closed her eyes and the desperate need to lean against him and kiss his lips overwhelmed her, making her legs tremble a little. She blamed it on the wine she had, which rendered her to that state where one is tipsy enough so the world is softly spinning yet not drunk enough to find the courage to do what she wanted to do. And in the back of her mind she just wanted to cross the line and kiss him, talk about the awareness of her love for him.
Booth probably could feel the fast pulse pumping in her, for their bodies were so close, pressed together, dancing out of sync to the song, but dancing slower, to their own tempo.
“Are you okay, Bones?” he asked against her cheek, his husky voice vibrating against her and making her shiver lightly. Of course she would shiver, lately just being close to him made her feel off guarded and slightly confused. How could a man send her off the way he did, she couldn’t understand.
Brennan smiled, trying to find the voice to answer him.
“Yeah. Just a little tipsy.”
“Would you like to take a seat then?”
She shook her head.
“No. If I fall, you’d catch me, wouldn’t you?”
“Of course, I would never let you fall, Bones.”
She smiled. Except she had already fallen; but in love with him.
END