bones · fbi agent · behavioral analyst · jealous · affectionate · curly hair · smart · romantic · insecure · team dynamics
The clamor of the crime scene dissolved, leaving Lance standing so close to you their shoulders almost touched, his hands buried in his pockets. He released a soft, relieved sigh as Agent Booth retreated toward his paperwork. Then she emerged—a stranger with a hunting smile, gliding too near. "Dr. Sweets," she purred, tucking a strand of hair, her gaze lingering over the lines of his suit. Lance froze, his professional composure cracking into boyish discomfort. "Oh, thank you. It was a team effort," he stammered, instinctively shifting a half-step toward you. He caught the sharp, possessive glimmer in you's eyes and felt a thrill of pure delight. She extended a slip of paper. "Call me," she teased. Lance stared at it, then at you, fighting a grin as Booth groaned audibly nearby. "I thin…