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Perpendicular	By : KShir Category: 1 through F > Bones Views: 4045 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two
The Secret in the Elevator
“Agent Booth.”
“Not now, Sweets,” Booth said, shuffling papers around on his desk to give the appearance of being occupied.
“Agent Booth,” Sweets responded, more firmly than before. Understanding instantly that Lance Sweets was not going to let this go, Booth stood up, scooping a file from his outbox and deciding to deliver the papers into the bullpen by hand. He quickly strode out of his office and into the mass of cubicles beyond the doors.
“Agent Booth, we need to speak about our – er – session last Friday night,” Sweets demanded as he walked purposefully out of Booth’s doorway and behind the special agent.
“Last I checked, Sweets, I haven’t been ordered to do therapy with you for over a year,” Booth said, ignoring the strange looks from his peers among the desks.
“You know what I’m talking about, Booth.”
Booth glared briefly over his shoulder at the young psychologist before noticing his hands were now empty of papers and deciding to try to make a run for the break room. Lance was not going to have it; he was on Booth’s heels.
“You know what?” Sweets fired as the two men rounded the corner and into the red-walled room with the enticing smell of coffee. “I think you’re running.”
“Of course I’m running!” Booth snapped, and the one female agent at the small break room table gave Sweets and Booth a suspicious look before scurrying out to avoid the pending fallout from their fight.
“From what?”
“No – No, you don’t,” Booth countered irritably. “You don’t get to roll all that psycho nonsense over me. Unless you’re here for coffee,” he said, indicating the bubbling machine, “or to use the microwave, you should leave.”
“I’m not leaving, Booth. You’ve got to face this at some point.”
Booth rolled his eyes and groaned, abandoning his attempt at coffee and leaving the room abruptly. As he exited the doorway, the elevator dinged across the hall and he all but ran to make the doors before they closed. To his dismay, Sweets stuck his hand in between them and followed him into the small space.
“And now,” Lance said as the elevator shuddered to a start, “we talk.”
“For what? Thirty seconds?” Booth smirked and waited in silence for the ride to come to an end. Sweets glared at him for a moment before walking over to the control panel and quickly pulling the stop lever. The elevator ground to a noisy halt in the shaft.
“Sweets, you can’t do that!” He tried to move around the psychologist to start the elevator again, but the younger man body blocked him. “Other people need to get around the building!”
“They can take any of the other five sets of elevators,” Sweets responded with a shrug. “For now, we’re going to talk about what happened Friday.” Sweets buried his hands in his pockets and looked calmly at Agent Booth.
“Friday was a mistake.” Booth stared intently at the pitted ceiling panels.
“You see, I would tend to disagree,” Lance said carefully. “You were clearly enjoying yourself.”
“You were wrong,” Seeley whispered.
“Pardon me?”
“You were wrong,” Booth repeated, dropping his stubborn gaze from the ceiling to Sweets’ face. “I do love Bones.”
“I never said that you didn’t.” Sweets took a breath and raised his hand when Booth made to interrupt. “I said that your love for Dr. Brennan was not your reason to avoid any – er – extracurricular activities with me or anyone else.”
“If I loved Bones, which I do, I wouldn’t want any extra-whatsits with anyone else.”
“You see? This is what I meant when I said you’re only acting as you think you should. Society dictates that there is only room for one romantic interest, and when that romantic interest is invested in a person, all other people in whom other interest might be invested should collectively become invisible to the person in love.” Sweets took a deep breath. “The only reason you feel obligated to remain faithful to Dr. Brennan is your abhorrence of deviation from societal norm.”
In a quieter voice he offered, “I’m not invisible to you.”
“One man is supposed to love one woman, Sweets. The Bible says so,” Booth responded. “This isn’t right.”
“Neither is fornication, multiple partners, children out of wedlock, living with a woman you’re not married to,” Sweets listed off on his fingers. “Or, for that matter, touching the skin of a pig, eating shellfish, or coming into contact with a woman during her menstruation.”
“Alright, alright!” Booth shouted. “That’s enough of that.”
“What I’m saying, Booth, is that you’re denying yourself the social benefits that homoerotic role-play can offer you. I feel that there are previously unexplored parts of your psyche that are waiting to be revealed here.”
“So, that’s what this boils down to, huh Sweets? I’m another social experiment that you get to practice with,” Booth growled, he reached again for the stop lever to get the elevator in motion and end this painfully awkward conversation. Lance blocked him once again.
“Of course not,” Sweets said quietly. “But you can have feelings for more than one person. You know that.”
“I don’t know anything!” Booth retorted angrily. “I don’t know how to think anymore. I don’t know how to feel.”
“Feel good,” replied Lance simply. He placed an open palm on Booth’s chest, causing the latter to sigh softly. Sweets stepped closer to Booth and rested his forehead against the agent’s. “Feel good.”
“Something wrong shouldn’t feel good,” Seeley murmured, closing his eyes and trying to push back against the torrent of desire whipping through his body.
“Then rationally speaking, this can’t be wrong.” Sweets smirked slightly.
“That’s not what I meant,” Booth whispered.
“I know,” Lance said and pressed his mouth against Booth’s. Seeley sighed heavily and opened himself into the kiss, wrapping his muscled arms tightly around the lean psychologist and pulling their bodies flush against each other. Lance gave a soft moan and allowed his lips to part, the two men’s tongues clashing hotly and their breathing picking up rapidly. Lance’s hands moved up to either side of Booth’s face, cradling his stern jaw, caressing his wired neck, tracing the soft skin behind his ears.
Booth groaned deep in his throat and pushed Lance back against the control panel, grinding his hips into the younger man’s and relishing the feel of the friction and tension south of both of their belt lines.
Suddenly, with the noise of grinding metal, the elevator shuddered to a start again. Shocked, both men sprang apart as the doors opened into the parking garage.
“Heh,” Booth chuckled, “Guess we flipped the lever back.” His face reddened and both men stepped off of the elevator and walked in separate directions to their vehicles.
Back in the elevator, the lever was still pointed to the “stop” position.
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“Booth, is that you?”
“Yeah, Bones,” Seeley responded, dropping his keys into the glass bowl by the door. He stretched and stifling a yawn, took off in the direction of the kitchen.
He paused upon reaching the doorway to the kitchen and leaned against the frame, surveying the scene inside. Christine banged her sippy cup imperiously on the surface of her high chair and Bones whisked around the kitchen, throwing toys into the bin next to the fridge, collecting up used dishes from lunch, and setting out plates for dinner.
Her thick chestnut hair was gathered into a knot at the back of her head, exposing the cream skin of her neck. A hunger growled in Booth that had nothing to do with the smell of ham coming from the oven. As she stood at the sink washing child’s dishware and full-sized plates and cups, Booth pressed himself against her back, running his nose from her collar to her hair.
“Booth!” Brennan started before leaning back into his embrace. The tension that had existed in the household for the last two weeks melted away between their heated bodies. Booth kissed her neck gently before they were brought harshly back to reality by Christine’s shrill cry. She reached her hands out for Seeley who, with a sigh, backed away from Bones and turned to pick up their daughter. The icy tension was back.
“Christine,” Booth groaned, pulling his little girl free of her high chair, ignoring the creaking in his back. “What did my girls do today?” He asked, planting a kiss in the blonde curls and spinning the toddler around.
“Christine made a castle with modeling clay,” Brennan cooed, eyeing her daughter proudly. “I mean, of course, her spatial reckoning is not fully developed and therefore it looked more like a brightly color loaf of bread, but she is still far more advance than either of the Emma’s.”
“And you?” Booth asked, knowing what her answer would be. Brennan would shrug and turn back to her work.
“Same thing as every day, Booth,” she said coolly, responding exactly as she had every day for the last two weeks; since the broken engagement. Booth had an overwhelming feeling that he had shut a door that may never open again.
The only thing that had not changed was their sex life. Brennan was still as insatiable as she had been prior to the marriage fiasco. It was almost as if Booth had three different partners: work Brennan, who was rational and cool-headed and intelligent; home Brennan who was isolated and quiet; and the Brennan he went to bed with every night, hot and pliable.
“I did,” Brennan started, causing Booth to look up hopefully, “have a talk with Angela today.”
“Oh boy,” Booth murmured. Usually, Brennan only talked to Angela when she was in the middle of some sort of crisis. Booth made a mental note to speak to Angela as soon as he got the chance.
“I have decided to go on a vacation,” said Brennan.
“That’s great! We finally get to see that place in Thailand?” Anything would be better than being covered constantly by this blanket of ice.
“No,” Bones corrected, “I’m going on a vacation. I’m taking Christine with me. Angela suggested that you might like some time alone.”
“Alone? What? No.” Booth sputtered. “And you can’t just up and take Christine.”
“Actually,” Bones replied, “You’ll find that I can.” Brennan paused for a moment, and seemed to realize that she was being rather harsh. For an unguarded moment, Booth was allowed to see the substantial pain behind her blue eyes. “It’s just for a week or two. I need time to think, too,” she said softly.
“But it’s not forever?” Seeley asked, an aching pain evident in his voice. Brennan’s face softened further. For the first time in two weeks, she kissed him softly on the lips with no impending sexual promises.
“No, of course not.”
“When are you leaving?” Booth asked warily.
“Soon. We’ll need two days to pack and to arrange the trip with my travel agent.”
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