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skylarmoon71 · 8 months ago

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Lance Sweets (Bones) - Oneshot: Extra

“There’s three guys in there!”

Hodgins sounds a bit panicked. When Booth brought the two of you to the most recent crime scene, you hadn’t actually expected assassins to show up. You’re all hiding in the bathroom.

“Booth, did you see any guns?”

He shakes his head.

You nod, reaching for the knob.

“See you on the other side.”

When you dart out the door, Hodgins looks at you as if you’ve grown another head.

“What is she doing!!” Hodgins asks quietly.

He doesn’t get an answer. Booth shakes his head when he hears the many grunts and punches. There’s a distinct sound of a table breaking. It finally quiets down.

“We’re clear.” You call.

Booth holsters his gun, pushing the door open. Hodgins follows behind, still a bit hesitant. When they break the corner, all three bodies are on the ground. One of them has his head stuck through the broken glass table. The others are groaning on the floor.

“That last one put up a fight.” You state as you rotate your arm.

“Are you freaking Wonder Woman!?”

With a shrug, you bend down, reaching into their pockets. There’s no surprise that they lack identification.

“You should probably call this in, we’ll need to question them.”

Booth just walks away with a grumble as he pulls out his phone.

“I could have helped.” He mutters dejectedly.

You smile, and Hodgins is still trying to wrap his head around what just happened.

By the time you all make it back to the lab Hodgins is telling some crazy story about what went down. You all have the three men in custody as the bureau continues to work at their identities.

“I swear it was like a freaking movie. She took out all three of them.” Hodgins exclaims. Angela laughs.

“You shouldn’t mess with women, am I right?”

Brennan nods in approval.

Camile chuckles.

“I guess we all have our specialties. You’re going to have to show me some moves sometime. Given how often we tend to get breached, it might come in handy.”

She’s not exactly wrong.

Your eyes stray for a second when you see the suit. You assume it’s Booth, but when you spot the face of a certain psychologist, your once confident stance changes.

“What’s the occasion?”

He jokes when he spots the small group. His eyes take a moment, but the second he sees you, his gait slightly changes.

Your silence to his question catches the attention of everyone present. Angela and Hodgins exchange a look. Camille smiles. Brennan is the only one who looks a bit unclear of what’s happening.

“I just remembered that we have to go do something. Don’t we?” Angela questions. They all nod, but Brennan still looks lost.

“What thing?” Brennan asks.

“Oh sweetie, just follow me.” Angela takes her arm, leading her away and the rest of the following suit.

Now it’s just the two of you. Your pointed glare follows your friends who have undoubtedly betrayed you.

It’s impossible to make this any less awkward.

“I should get going. Booth probably needs a hand interrogating those guys.” You finally work out.

“O-Of course, they aren’t going to interrogate themselves, am I right?” His laughter is obviously to cover up the uncomfortable atmosphere. You just give a stiff nod, turning with the intention of walking away as fast as you possibly can.

“(Y/N), wait.”

He reaches over, taking your wrist softly to stop you. The action makes you pause. You’re overly conscious of the warmth from his hand. You look up and he guides you to the side, out of the main view of others. Once he does, he seems to realize that he’s still holding you. He releases almost immediately.

“I feel like we should address this matter. The longer we prolong it the worse it’s going to get. It doesn’t exactly make for an efficiently functioning work environment.”

He’s right. But what exactly does he want you to say?

Maybe you should just pretend.

“I don’t really see a problem.”

He looks a bit confused, then he smiles.

“I see what you’re doing. By avoiding the problem you think that you could rationalize that there’s nothing between us.”

“There is nothing between us.” You reason.

“Really?”

“Really.” You confirm.

Sweets takes a step forward, and you find yourself backing up. You stumble against the wall, and his eyes search yours.

“I’ll admit that given my profession I should have seen it sooner. If you’d like to pretend that you don’t feel a thing then I can’t force you to admit it. I just want you to know that I do have feelings for you. As unprofessional as it is, I have to be honest about how I feel. “

You gulp, it’s easier to deny it when you assume these feelings are one sided. But what are you supposed to do now that he has admitted that. Sweets takes another step,and you press your hand to his shoulder, lips quiver.

“W-Wait..”

You need to be the voice of reason. If he gets any closer that won’t happen.

“We..” You take a breath to calm yourself down.

“We work together. Y-You can’t..w-we can’t…”

“That statement implies that you feel the same way.” He adds.

“I-I don’t.”

“Then you should probably push me away. You easily took down three guys, subduing me should be simple.”

So he did hear.

That’s a bit infuriating.

Why was he testing you right now?

“Damn psychologists.”

He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Push me away (Y/N).”

He whispers.

You bite your lip, gripping the collar of his shirt, you pull him down for a kiss. He’s obviously caught a bit off guard, but he reciprocates, sliding one hand against the wall as he draws you closer.

You should not be doing this. There’s so many reasons why this is a bad idea, but you’ve been dreaming about his lips for too long to stop now. Your hand moves from his collar, sliding over his chest. A soft sound escapes your lips at the feel of him, and his mouth opens as his tongue slips past your lips. You welcome it, meeting him halfway. He’s the one that moans this time and you’re almost positive you’ve never heard something more beautiful.

“Sweets?”

Booth’s voice pulls you out of your daze and you push Sweets back. He staggers, and you stare, clearly shocked. Booth pretty much gapes, and you press a hand to your lips.

“I-I have to go.” You say hurriedly as you rush past Booth.

That’s apparently your trademark now.

Running away.

“H-Hey wait sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

His words fall on deaf ears. Booth turns back to Sweets who is licking his lips, clearly still a bit thrown by the kiss.

“Really, (Y/N)? You know she can snap you like a twig right?” Booth’s words aren’t fully acknowledged.

“I have to go.”

Sweets is clearly distracted. He just walks away.

“Come on!!”

The rest of the day you try your best to limit your interactions with Sweets. You’re at least a bit grateful for Booth’s discretion. He hasn’t spread your little incident to a certain group of nosy scientists. Not that they are ignorant to what’s going on.

“So, are you going to avoid him forever?”

Booth had swung by your office, no doubt to torment you.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Come on, I was there. I saw you shoving your tongue down the guy’s throat.”

You blush, sending him the most venomous look. Booth lifts his hands.

“Hey, I’m just saying what I saw.”

You hate that he’s right. Even more that you haven’t been able to think about much but that kiss. How good it felt. Not just to touch him, but to have those feelings reciprocated. The both of you have been working together for a few months, almost a year. In all that time you can’t believe you never noticed. Maybe you just didn’t want to. Somehow pretending to be blind made it easier.

“Sweets might be a handful, but he’s a good guy. You should give him a chance.”

“Really, you’re giving me relationship advice.”

“I give good advice!” Booth defends.

“Mhmm.”

“Whatever, you could say what you want, but you must have it bad for him. Otherwise you would have floored him the second he even got within an inch of your space. Honestly I can’t believe I didn’t notice before. I guess this explains that little fight in the office last time. All that pent up frustration.”

“Do you want me to hit you?” Booth smiles.

“All I’m saying is that you should give it a shot. You never know what could happen.”

You hate it when he actually makes a reasonable point.

It’s irritating.

You intend to say just that, but there’s a knock on your door and someone enters. You both turn your focus.

“Hey.”

Sweets look a bit awkward, and unconsciously, you cross your legs under the desk. The heat of that kiss has returned.

Booth smirks.

“I’ll get out of the way of you two love birds.”

Booth moves to the door, giving Sweets a pat on the shoulder.

“Don’t mess it up, shrink.”

Nothing else is said. The door closes and you stand. You feel like you should make a run for it again.

“I’m sorry.”

His apology wasn’t where you saw the conversation going.

“I shouldn’t have made a move on you like that. It was unprofessional.” He runs a hand over the back of his head.

“I was the one who kissed you.”

He nods, a bashful smile on his face.

“You did, but I didn’t exactly stop it.”

You fidget.

“I’m glad you didn’t.” You finally admit.

He looks at you, and you can tell just from his expression that he’s picturing it. Kissing you, touching you. Your face must look quite the same.

Just looking at him seems to be too much. You clear your throat, breaking contact.

“Listen, I like my job. It’s the first time in years that I feel like I’m doing something good that doesn’t compromise my values.”

He knows you’re referring to your time in the navy.

Sweets nods.

“I understand. I’m sorry I put you in this position.”

You shake your head, and you will yourself to take a step closer. He meets your gaze when you’re directly in front of him.

“I’ll admit that everything about this, it terrifies me. But someone wise just told me that it’s better to take a chance. I’d like to give this a try, if that’s something you’re interested in. “

“I am!”

His immediate response isn’t what you expect. Sweets swallows, running a hand down his tie.

“I mean I’d like to see where this goes too.”

You smile.

“Whatever happens from here on out, I just need to know that it won’t affect our work. It’s not like I’m planning for this to implode in our faces. But we need to be realistic. This job needs to take precedence regardless of what happens in the future.”

“I agree. No matter what, we always get the job done.”

Sweets holds out his hand for you to shake. You can’t stop smiling at the gesture.

“I guess I know why you’re called Sweets.”

His brows furrow.

“Why do you think they-”

You step forward, grabbing his cheeks as you pull him in for a kiss. His eyebrows shoot up, hands automatically going around your waist. You grin against his lips and he spins around, pressing you against the door. The collision has you humming, and his expression softens and he slides both to your cheeks, trying to taste as much as he possibly can from your lips.

You have absolutely no complaints.

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skylarmoon71 · 8 months ago

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Lance Sweets (Bones)- Short Story : Chapter 4

“Are you not mad that I hid the truth?”

Sitting in the diner, you shake your head.

“You were asked by a sentient being, why would I be mad? I understand how important such instructions are. Regardless, we’re together now.”

Sweets nods, reaching over the table and taking your hand.

“When I saw you that day I almost gave in. You looked so enamored and I know it was selfish, but I was elated when I learned that you hadn’t found someone else. Is that wrong of me?”

You shake your head with a grin.

“I would have been very much the same.”

The love you felt for him, you’ve never had it for anyone else.

“I am curious, is Sweets a vessel?”

He shook his head.

“He’s merely a persona, much like the one you created. When I was brought back a few decades ago I knew I had to adjust to the times. So much had changed. Do you think it suits me?”

“Very much. You’ve always been quite knowledgeable.”

His grin is a bit bigger as he lifts his chin.

“I suppose humanity does suit me.”

You giggle.

“It does.”

Being able to sit here and talk with him, touch him, it’s more than you ever thought that you would experience. Sweets takes in the content expression and he squeezes your hand a bit tighter.

“(Y/N).”

You hum.

“I would like to lay with you tonight.”

You tilt your head as you grab a fry.

“Is that not what we have been doing for the past week?” You joke.

For the last couple nights that’s how you ended up. In each other's arms.

His expression changes to one that is a bit contemplative.

“I suppose the phrasing is different in this time. What I mean is, I would like to make love to you.”

You stop chewing almost immediately, eyes wide.

Sweets’s expression shows only desire.

“I want to feel you, the way we did so many times before. I want to touch every part of your body, kiss every inch..”

The more he confesses the hotter you feel. You mean to tell him that he doesn’t have to wait till tonight. You can easily call in sick and let Booth handle things for the day. Apparently the universe has other plans.

“Hey, Sweets!”

Booth’s voice breaks your focus and he grins, taking a seat and joining the both of you. Brennan follows, sitting at his side.

“Bones and I need some shrink advice.” Booth informs.

You really wish he was better at reading the room.

“We have a scheduled time Booth. We’re trying to enjoy lunch.” Sweets says.

“Come on, quid pro quo remember?”

He doesn’t wait for a response, just goes on to explain his problem. You know Sweets has no choice but to engage. The remainder of lunch you pick at your fries, trying to distract yourself from the words that he’d previously stated. You can’t even really focus on their discussion.

A hand slides over your thigh and you bite your lip when Sweets gives you a firm squeeze.

The hours that follow you find yourself distracted. You’ve decided that it’s probably better to keep your distance from Sweets until the day has come to an end to avoid jumping him. Maybe you should have been more discrete, because he’s noticed the avoidance and as a last resort, he feels he needs some advice.

“Booth, can I ask you something?”

It’s uncommon for him to show up at Booth’s office for advice of all things.

“Sure, hit me.” Booth is currently playing with a ball, so it’s apparent that he isn’t really paying attention.

“I made a..proposition for (Y/N) today and I think it might have scared her off.”

Booth quirks a brow.

“What kind of proposition are we talking about?”

Sweets sends him a look, and a grin makes its way on his face.

“Sweets you dog.”

He sighs, taking a seat.

“Maybe I was too hasty.”

“Come on, let’s be real. We all saw that make out session. So here’s my advice. She’s probably keeping her distance because she’s ready for that proposition, but she wants to remain professional at work.”

“You really think so?”

“Yeah. That or she’s uncomfortable and just doesn’t want to see your face.”

“Was that really necessary?”

Booth laughs.

“You asked for help, I’m giving it.”

Sweets just lets out a sigh as he stands.

“Well, I’ve learned my lesson. Goodbye.”

Booth waves as Sweets exits the room.

The day carries on, and when you’re finally off, you stack the complete files. The day feels as though it has dragged on. Sweets has no doubt already left. You did tell him that you were going to be late. So he’s definitely already at your apartment. You smile to yourself.

There are some perks that came with being as powerful as you are. Closing your office door, you reach for your bag. Closing your eyes, you step forward, now standing in the familiar walls of your home.

The first thing you notice is the extra pair of shoes. You practically toss your bag.

Sweets walks from around the corner.

“(Y/N), I apologize. Maybe I was too forward about my-”

You don’t give him a chance to finish the sentence. You’re already kissing him and he hums, pulling you in. The minute you both part, you smile.

“I..I was worried that I might have made an unreasonable request.”

“No such thing. I’ve been distant because my self restraint was being tested. There are far too many hours in the day.”

You run your hand along his cheek, and he closes his eyes. Enjoying the feeling.

“Am I dreaming..”

You shake your head.

“This is real.”

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