What Happens in England Stays in England

Disclaimer: I’ve never been a big fan of fan fiction. Mostly due to the fact that there are so many “uncharacteristic” fan fictions out there. I had a very brief writing spurt back in my Sunset Beach days, where I felt I could connect to Father Antonio Torres and Gabi … so I wrote several one shot fics back then. Today, this is my first venture back into the fan fiction world … and it’s a real person fic to boot! I’m really jumping out on a limb with this one, but the idea just popped in my head and wouldn’t go away.

Spoiler Warning: Although this fic really doesn’t give away any guaranteed spoilers, I need to preface my story with a warning. It gives away two pieces of information that Hart Hanson has said are planned for S4. So if you don’t want to know anything, please don’t read. #1) It’s set in London where rumor has it the S4 premiere will be filmed in June. #2) It centers on a Booth and Brennan kiss – which Hart Hanson says that Booth and Brennan will definitely" lock lips for real sometime in Season 4. I’m jumping the gun and writing a David/Emily fic that focuses on filming the S4 premiere in London, and the awkwardness around this very real kiss. Please realize the details surrounding the story and even if a kiss happens at this stage are purely in my imagination.

WHAT HAPPENS IN ENGLAND STAYS IN ENGLAND

It was late on a Tuesday afternoon in London, England. David Boreanaz and Emily Deschanel were the only two stars on set. A handful of crew holed up behind cameras and lighting and sound equipment. David and Emily, as Booth and Brennan, sat a smidgeon too close on a couch in what was staged to be Brennan’s hotel room. The scene was set just a bit too late at night, after a long day of too much bad luck in England for the case.

Emily had the deer in the headlights look in her too wide eyes.

David had that slight embarrassed smirk on his too eager lips as he winked at Emily, and gave their cameraman a thumbs up sign.

Emily fanned herself with one hand for a second as “action” was called out from the set, somewhere, and a mic boom was lowered down close. Too close. As if to take in every secret whisper, every sound of skin on denim.

“I’m not ready!” she hissed to David, so low only he could hear, then took a slow deep breath to calm her nerves.

He could have teased her about it. He could have made a scene out of her awkwardness and her fear and her anticipation of the moment to come. Instead, he called out to the crew “Line!” And everyone busted up laughing. Including his Emily.

There were only three lines coming up. And actually those three lines had already been filmed mere moments ago, but they’d taken a break to prepare for what followed. THIS moment. And were going to repeat those three lines to properly lead to … what followed. “Bones, it’s okay to not always have the answer.” “Forensics always has an answer, Booth.” “Bones – it’s okay.” Then a touch, a kiss, an extended kiss on the couch until Brennan’s phone was to ring with news from the Jeffersonian. The script simply said “KISS ON COUCH” … and even though no one really had talked about it, everyone knew this kiss would need to be so much more than the mistletoe kiss from the last season.

And David and Emily had agreed, just like the last kiss, to not practice or prepare details out … they’d be nervous and anxious in real life to match the anxiety of the show’s kiss. And would let it play out naturally.

It was that playing out naturally thought that had Emily freaked.

David winked at Emily as he repeated, “I said, LINE!”

Emily mouthed a silent thank you as a member of the crew called out flatly “Bones, it’s okay to not always have the answer.”

David, in his Booth persona, repeated the line “Bones, it’s okay to not always have the answer.”

And Emily, as Brennan, was instantly turning half sideways on the couch, her knees brushing the denim covering his thighs, her voice the usual Brennan plead when she felt she’d failed. “Forensics always has an answer, Booth.” Her eyes averted, refused to meet David’s, as Booth. Part of it was her character’s depth of despair at that moment. But the bigger part of it was the scene, her nervousness of the moment to come, where she and David would literally lay on the couch making out in front of the crew. And eventually in front of the entire world, to come.

“Bones…” David whispered, as Booth, full of Booth’s heroics and assurances, his strengths and his power of faith in Brennan. His hand settled on one of hers. Warm. Hot, actually.

Her eyes finally slanted up to meet David’s, and she saw nothing but … faith, respect in them. Belief in her. Perhaps it was Booth’s belief in Brennan that should have been showing through those eyes. But Emily knew it was David’s belief in her strength to make it through the next scene. To make it through an extended kiss. Somehow he alone seemed to understand how difficult it was going to be. Even though the whole cast and crew, hell the whole world, saw the flirting and the teasing and the constant bickering between David and Emily … only David seemed to totally understand what he did to her every time. And oh how he liked to push all her buttons. But when push came to shove, he always, above all else, made her feel okay about everything.

David, as Booth “ …it’s okay.”

She allowed him to take her hand completely between both his, to turn it over. She allowed the moment to draw out … the mic boom was forgotten. The overhead lights were forgotten. The crew was forgotten. The fact that this was a scene was forgotten.

It was simply David and Emily on a couch.

It was simply David telling Emily she’d be okay. She nodded, slowly, her eyes never leaving his.

Barely a whisper, he repeated “it’s okay.”

She felt tears burn her eyes all of a sudden, at the sheer power of the moment. She averted her eyes again, and tried to nod, tried to back away, tried to take a moment to do ANYTHING to compose herself. Shit, it didn’t matter that this was being filmed or not. It didn’t matter if they had to start over. She needed a moment to get a grip on reality.

But before she could take that moment, David was leaning in oh so close to her face, one thumb wiping the tear that had started to fall. His warm breath on her check. His hand settling in her hair.

Emily was afraid to look at David, but was compelled to. He was too close. His body was leaning, pushing hers back on the couch. A hand stroking a hand. A hand stroking her hair. His breath caressing her face. His eyes assuring her she was okay.

And she gave herself to the scene, to that moment. In that second, she let go. She closed her eyes and snuggled her face against his neck and mouthed, only mouthed so he could understand and no one else could see … “David.”

She felt him smile into her hair. He kissed her hair, her forehead, her cheek. The edge of her mouth.

Her lips parted. Her heart hammered. She tilted her face up to allow him access for a kiss, which she knew David would eagerly take. And he did. Wet, hard, eager lips.

Emily knew she should have paid attention to the time, how long they’d been kissing, their exact movements, which direction she’d just tilted her head, where exactly her hands had been before they ended up on his back, pulling him harder toward her. After all, they’d be repeating this scene over and over, getting close up shots, sound shots, different angles. She SHOULD have been keeping up with all those details.

But Emily Deschanel thought of that just a moment too late.

And then all rational thought on her part was lost when David’s lips trailed away from hers, and he repositioned himself over her, so that now, she was completely reclined on the couch with nothing but David’s muscled arms and denim clad thighs and flat abs pressing her down. Hard. His hips shifted, HARD. And there was no way in hell she could miss his unexpected erection, HARD, against her soft belly. Even through is denim. Even through her cotton blouse.

“David!” she gasped, involuntarily, tried to shift, to not feel his heat on her. “David. David” she repeated, barely a whisper, her lips on his ear.

Instantly he was calming her. “Shhh, Em. It’s okay.” Such a whisper, his lips brushing her temple, that she wasn’t guaranteed he’d said it. Except for the stillness she felt within, the reassurance.

And without thinking, she parted her legs a fraction to let David’s weight settle more securely against her. And this time, he gasped in surprise. And she couldn’t hide the tiny smile on her face, so instead, she buried her lips in his neck, tried to suppress the smile.

But when his hand found it’s way just under the edge of her blouse, and his fingers, then his palm, trailed the soft skin of her belly, all smiles were gone. Her heart literally flipped in her chest, and she ground her teeth together to keep from hissing his name out yet again.

Just as his hand inched upwards, and his lips made their way back to her lips, coaxing, demanding entrance again, the jarring reality of the scene settled in with the ringing of Brennan’s cell phone.

Emily scrambled, her eyes glazed and dazed, as she groped on the table for her phone. As David tried, unsuccessfully to detangle himself from her lean body. Unable to reach the phone with his body pressed over hers, Emily gave his torso an unladylike shove, and David went flying. Flat on his back. Sprawled out on the floor.

Emily finally grabbed the phone, still ringing, and answered, breathlessly “Brennan.”

Her eyes instantly went to find David on the floor. And instantly she burst into laughter. There laid the ever spontaneous David, flat on the floor, his knees slightly bent, hands behind his head, his … erection … evident as ever to her, the cameraman, and the entire crew.

David couldn’t help but wink at her staring at him. And the entire set burst into laughter yet again.

Emily, trying to remain the professional one, muttered “I think we’ll have to edit that moment out.”

David, ever the tease, muttered, “I think we’ll need retakes. Many many retakes.” Then he jumped to his feet, took the phone, still dangling in Emily’s hand, and dropped it back on the table. “Kiss scene, take two?”