Who: Booth and Bela What: bad decisions and angry smex. When: today Where: Her new place Warnings: Aforementioned smex!
Booth knew it was a bad decision, he couldn't even blame it on the liquor. He'd been sober for some time now, e'd taken Eliot 'to school' at the bar the other night as proof. This was just a bad choice. He'd made a few of them in his life. But Bela by far was the worst, and that wasn't even a smidgen of exaggeration. She knew every one of his buttons to push, and he wanted to see the good in her so badly that he didn't even pay mind to the warning signs. Despite his better judgement he left work early and went to the address Bela had given him. Knocking at her door, he waited. He was still dressed like an FBI agent. Or at least his version of an FBI agent. Cocky belt buckle, crazy colored bold red tie, and stripped socks. the socks were harder to see, but it was all his way of silent rebellion. Being a little outside the normal FBI standards.
Why was he doing this? He and Buffy had a thing. Didn't they? Or was he just "Angel" to her? They couldn't even sleep together because of his stupid morals and his FBI status. After the mind fuckery if he had he would have felt obligated to arrest himself. Booth could barely even hug her at times, so did that make them a thing or just a friendship with a touch of awkward? They hadn't even had 'that discussion' most women needed to have past third base. Being a guy there was no way he was bringing it up first. That would just be unmanly.
He hesitated before he knocked at her door and stood back to wait. His hands down by his sides near his gun, just incase he'd gotten the wrong idea again and this really was going to end up with him getting shot like Dean. She'd mentioned the angry sex, and most of him wanted to believe her, but there was that tiny voice that didn't, and that was what he should have been listening too.