After my inspiring talk with Angela, I was feeling a lot better about myself. If Angela said that Temperance loved me, then it had to be true. It was true! I was sure of it.
I bounced my leg as I finished up my paperwork. '7:55' read the wall clock. My shift ended at 8:00. When I saw how close I was to the finish line, I hurried to finish my work with new invigoration.
The second the clock struck eight, I bursted from my seat. I quickly walked over to Brennan's office, practically bouncing with excitement. When I reached her door, however, my hand stalled on the doorknob.
What was I supposed to say to her? What was I supposed to do? I wasn't sure.
A fresh wave of nervousness washed over me as I retracted my hand, and began to pace outside her office.
Just the sight of her made me completely lose my bearings, so I had to think about what I was going to say beforehand.
'Okay, you've got this, Y/N. Just think, what would you want to hear if you were her? Well, I'd want to know that I was loved and appreciated. Damn it! No, it's not about what she wants to hear, it's about telling her exactly how I really feel. How do I really feel? Fuck, I know exactly how I feel! I feel like the queen of the world when I'm in her arms, like nothing else matters. I feel worried because I want our relationship to turn into something real and lasting, but I don't know if that will ever happen. I feel flustered whenever I see her face or hear her voice. I feel... I feel love for her, a lot of it, and I need her to know that.'
With newfound confidence (and a considerable amount of nervousness), I took a deep breath, and reached to open the door.
Just as my hand was about to turn the knob, the door flung open. Thrown off balance, I fell forward... straight into the arms of one Temperance Brennan.
Both of our faces flooded with color, flustered by the awkward position in which she'd caught me. There was a moment of silence as we stared into each other's eyes, frozen with surprise. Once I'd snapped out of the trance she'd put me in, I quickly stood up straight, forcing myself (against my true desires) out of her arms.
"I'm so sorry!" I stuttered out, sounding far more flustered than I'd wanted.
"No, don't apologize." She hastily responded. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have opened the door so quickly."
I nodded slightly, dusting myself off. There was another awkward silence as we looked each other up and down, not knowing what to say or do.
Finally, she regained some control and said: "Come in, take a seat."
I obeyed, sitting on the edge of her little couch. She followed suit, sitting down next to me, but keeping a small distance between us.
"Y/N," She began with a sober voice that was stifling affection. "Last night was wonderful, and I enjoyed myself thoroughly, but..."
'But you don't want to see me anymore' I thought with dismay, already knowing what she was about to say.
"I want more than that." She said sincerely as she gazed into my eyes.
I was utterly shocked. That was the last thing I'd thought she would say.
"I- I thoroughly enjoy your company, and while I do find your symmetrically extremely attractive, I don't want to only be with you in bed. I want to be with you always. I want to do things with you, experience life with you. I want to be yours. Y/N, what I'm asking is... I'm asking... would- would you grant me the privilege of being your girlfriend?" Brennan asked, love, hope, and sincerity glowing in her eyes.
To say that I was 'taken aback', would be the understatement of the century. I was shaken to the core.
I had come to tell her my true, honest feelings, praying that she felt the same way. But, she had the same thing in mind. She felt the same way. Temperance Brennan, the woman I loved, truly desired a relationship with me.
Once the shock had passed and the realization of her words sank in, the breath I'd been holding in finally released itself, and I felt tears prick my eyes.
Brennan sat in baited anticipation, clenching every muscle, waiting for my response.
Unable to contain my excitement, I burst forward, and wrapped my arms around her, kissing her passionately.
"Yes!" I squealed, breaking the kiss. "Always yes, Temperance." I assured her with sincerity as I calmed down. "Always yes."
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Bonding Over Bones (Dr Temperance "Bones" Brennan x fem!reader book)
ФанфикYou've had a crush on your co-worker at the Jeffersonian, Dr Temperance Brennan, for a few months now. When Angela catches you staring at Brennan, she advises you to take a shot with the anthropologist. You're skeptical at first, but when Temperance...