Brennan & Booth

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Chapter 16

Brennan woke with a start. At first, she thought it was all a dream, but then the person beside her moved. Booth opened his eyes and stretched. Brennan lay her head on his chest, carful to avoid putting too much pressure on his cuts.
His hand wrapped around her waist. He was relaxed until Brennan said,
“Booth?”
“Mmmmm?”
“What time was Genevieve meant to be back?”
“Uhoh.” They both sat up. Brennan leaned over Booth and pulled a piece of clothing off the digital clock.
“It’s seven. She left at about five, so she should be back por now.”...

Booth waltzed into Brennan's office and leaned casually against the door. His breath caught in his throat as he saw how the flourescent light glanced off of her sleek nut-brown hair. She didn't notice him standing there, too wrapped up in what she was looking at on her computer. Booth snapped himself out of his reverie. What was he doing? He couldn't have her. At this thought, Booth's spirits sunk. His eyes took in her slender form, her bright, sparkling green eyes, the way that her hair fell about her beautiful face, her-
Stop it! he scolded himself. She's going to notice tu any sec-oh crap....

Brennan arrived at Booth’s apartment that evening. They had no case that día and therefore, she had not seen him.

‘Usually he calls when we don’t see each other all day’ she thought suspiciously.

She knocked on the door and Booth opened it almost immediately.

“Hey, Bones!” Booth dicho with a grin.

“Hey. I haven’t heard from tu in a while.”

“Oh, yeah. I’ve, um… been busy.”

“Can I come in?” Brennan asked, not really waiting for a response.

“Yeah, sure” he replied when she was already inside. “What’s up?”

“I just came round to see how tu are.”

“To see how...

Monday morning, bright and early, Brennan entered the Jeffersonian Institute.

She walked straight through the doors, past her office and into the office siguiente to it, knowing that she was really chancing her arm.

Although, to her astonishment, her best friend was in there sitting at her desk.

“What are tu doing here?” she asked Angela, shock coming through in her voice.

“Uh, Sweetie. This is my office.”

“Yes, Angela. I’m aware. I just meant you’re not usually here this early.”

“Right. Well, see I left early Friday to go to this club. This truly amazing club and I decided to come...