1) "Someone's looking this way," she hissed urgently, and Booth made a mental note to teach her not to hiss while undercover. "We should kiss. To look less suspicious."
He snorted. "Bones, have a little dignity. That's the biggest cliche in the book."
"What? Booth, shut up."
He had just enough time to remember that she'd probably never seen any of the movies or TV shows that created the cliche, and then her hands locked behind his neck and she was doing a very convincing job of kissing him.
He decided not to argue the point.
2) She only meant to kiss him on the cheek, because he hadn't reacted weirdly to the first occurrence of that like she had worried he might, but he chose that moment to frown at Zack's map and turn his head to look at her.
"Do you think that --" he started, but her lips were already headed towards the spot where his cheek had been a moment before, and she was too surprised to pull away.
3) "It's all in the planning, man," Hodgins said. "The right time, the right place, a little music, a grand romantic gesture..."
"I'm not very good at gestures." Zack's brow furrowed.
"Nah, Zack, don't worry about it." Booth laid a hand on his back. "Girls appreciate spontaneity as well."
The kid looked pathetic. "I don't think I'm very good at that either."
"It's easy." Bones was walking up the steps with a folder in her hands and her mind clearly decades away and he was going to get in so much trouble for this, but what the hell. "You just --" and he grabbed her arm, swung her in a half-circle, and then pressed his lips gently against hers.
"MmmnnnfffBooth," she ground out, pushing him away, but her lips were parted and she looked adorably furious and it was totally worth it.
4) "Booth!" she shouted. "Booth!" and God, she really shouldn't have worn these stupid heels because she was trying to run up a metal staircase and she kept getting caught in the gaps and what if she wasn't fast enough?
She reached the landing: "Dr. Brennan -" someone started, and tried to take hold of her sleeve, but Booth was at the other end of the corridor and half-sitting against the wall, and there was blood on his shirt, and she couldn't tell if his eyes were open or not. So she shook the person off and ran, her heels dragging against the thin hotel carpet, and then dropped to her knees beside him.
"Hey, Bones." He coughed and then winced. "Fun night, but a little uneventful for my liking, you know?"
"You shouldn't talk," she ordered him. "You shouldn't --" and she leaned in and kissed him, fiercely, just because he was her partner and he was alive.
5) Cam's advice had been no advice at all, really, just a knowingly raised eyebrow and a laugh low in her throat. Hodgin's had been an even louder laugh, along with a clap on the shoulder and an amused "Finally, man."
Zack...well, he decided not to talk to Zack.
Angela, however, had opened her eyes very wide and then shoved him down into a chair and given him the Best Friend Talk, in which she assured him that he was good enough for Brennan (in her opinion) but if he broke her heart then she was sending an embarrassingly small naked photo of him to the entire Jeffersonian. Possibly the entire FBI as well.
"But --"
"I'm an artist and a master of Photoshop, Booth." Angela grinned. "Do this right, you hear me?"
Everyone had different opinions of what 'right' was. Booth agonised about it for two days and was still agonising when they were standing outside the diner, in the rain, shaking droplets off their clothing before entering, and Bones did this funny thing with her lips as she laughed at his soaked hair, and all of his painstaking plans flew out of the window. He just pulled her closer by the lapels of her coat, watched her face change, and then kissed the surprise from her mouth.
*monkeydances*
He snorted. "Bones, have a little dignity. That's the biggest cliche in the book."
"What? Booth, shut up."
He had just enough time to remember that she'd probably never seen any of the movies or TV shows that created the cliche, and then her hands locked behind his neck and she was doing a very convincing job of kissing him.
He decided not to argue the point.
2) She only meant to kiss him on the cheek, because he hadn't reacted weirdly to the first occurrence of that like she had worried he might, but he chose that moment to frown at Zack's map and turn his head to look at her.
"Do you think that --" he started, but her lips were already headed towards the spot where his cheek had been a moment before, and she was too surprised to pull away.
3) "It's all in the planning, man," Hodgins said. "The right time, the right place, a little music, a grand romantic gesture..."
"I'm not very good at gestures." Zack's brow furrowed.
"Nah, Zack, don't worry about it." Booth laid a hand on his back. "Girls appreciate spontaneity as well."
The kid looked pathetic. "I don't think I'm very good at that either."
"It's easy." Bones was walking up the steps with a folder in her hands and her mind clearly decades away and he was going to get in so much trouble for this, but what the hell. "You just --" and he grabbed her arm, swung her in a half-circle, and then pressed his lips gently against hers.
"MmmnnnfffBooth," she ground out, pushing him away, but her lips were parted and she looked adorably furious and it was totally worth it.
4) "Booth!" she shouted. "Booth!" and God, she really shouldn't have worn these stupid heels because she was trying to run up a metal staircase and she kept getting caught in the gaps and what if she wasn't fast enough?
She reached the landing: "Dr. Brennan -" someone started, and tried to take hold of her sleeve, but Booth was at the other end of the corridor and half-sitting against the wall, and there was blood on his shirt, and she couldn't tell if his eyes were open or not. So she shook the person off and ran, her heels dragging against the thin hotel carpet, and then dropped to her knees beside him.
"Hey, Bones." He coughed and then winced. "Fun night, but a little uneventful for my liking, you know?"
"You shouldn't talk," she ordered him. "You shouldn't --" and she leaned in and kissed him, fiercely, just because he was her partner and he was alive.
5) Cam's advice had been no advice at all, really, just a knowingly raised eyebrow and a laugh low in her throat. Hodgin's had been an even louder laugh, along with a clap on the shoulder and an amused "Finally, man."
Zack...well, he decided not to talk to Zack.
Angela, however, had opened her eyes very wide and then shoved him down into a chair and given him the Best Friend Talk, in which she assured him that he was good enough for Brennan (in her opinion) but if he broke her heart then she was sending an embarrassingly small naked photo of him to the entire Jeffersonian. Possibly the entire FBI as well.
"But --"
"I'm an artist and a master of Photoshop, Booth." Angela grinned. "Do this right, you hear me?"
Everyone had different opinions of what 'right' was. Booth agonised about it for two days and was still agonising when they were standing outside the diner, in the rain, shaking droplets off their clothing before entering, and Bones did this funny thing with her lips as she laughed at his soaked hair, and all of his painstaking plans flew out of the window. He just pulled her closer by the lapels of her coat, watched her face change, and then kissed the surprise from her mouth.