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Bones Ficlet: The Art of Compromise (#13 in Into the Fire)
Blue Booth - lerdo
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Title: The Art of Compromise
Pairing:
Booth/Brennan
Series: Into the Fire
Series Summary: This is a series of oneshot 300-word ficlets about Booth and Brennan crossing the line over and over again.
Rating: PG
Timeline:
Set in the future.
Spoilers: None
Prompt: #14 (Delicious)
Prompt Table: Sex
Written for:  drabble123 
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.

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The Art of Compromise

There’s a constant low-level noise at the lab. It’s the pulse of the computers and machines that help the workers there do their jobs. Over the years, Booth’s grown so used to the sound that he hardly even hears it anymore – like he no longer sees the skulls and anthropological artifacts that line the walls of his partner’s office. But tonight the late hour and lack of people bring the electronic hum to his attention.

He smiles, thinking of the people at the Jeffersonian he considers friends. The squints are still squinty, and he’s still just a regular guy, but now the squints are his.

Booth’s mouth is still turned up in a smile when he stops outside Brennan’s door, peering inside. His gaze skips over the desk and pauses at the couch.

Brennan doesn’t look up, just nibbles her pen cap as he lifts her bare feet from the cushions and sits, settling them in his lap. “Hungry?” he says, pressing his thumb into the ball of her foot.

A pleased sigh slips from her mouth; she drops the pen and looks at him. “No. I ate dinner.”

“Uh huh. So what’d you eat?”

For a long moment, Brennan remains silent. Finally, she frowns. “I don’t remember.”

“That’s what I thought.” He gives her pinky toe a gentle tug before standing and holding out his hand. “Come on, babe. I’ll make you a PB&J sandwich.”

“Booth,” she warns.

“What, you don’t like PB&J? I’m sure I can find something else for you to eat,” he says, with a wink.

“You know I don’t like to be called babe.”

“OK. We’ll compromise -- Dr. Babe.”

With one last narrow-eyed glance, Brennan stands, ignoring his hand. “If you promise to continue that massage, I will consider your proposal.”

Booth smiles. “Deal.”


Thank you for reading! :)


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I'd take a PB&J anytime from Agent Hotness.

Thank you for writing!

*g* Who wouldn't? ;)

Thank you for reading, hon.

Teeheehee: nothing like a PB&J from Sir Seeley to Dr. Babe.

:-)

Exactly. :)

Thanks for reading and commenting. Have a good wkend!

...lovely, lovely.
And eff the pb&j! I'm with her: give me the foot massage!!

Thanks, Space. :) And I'm with you (and Brennan) about the foot massage. *g*

lol what dabhug said :) And we can save a little PB to rub on him...*drool*

Thanks.

And we can save a little PB to rub on him...

Good idea! ;)

Oooh nice :) Lovely scene.

Glad you liked it. :) Thanks for commenting.

I never understood the American love for PB&J. Admittedly, for the longest time I thought it meant peanut butter and Jello, but still, it's a strange combination of foods. Hmm.

Anyway, amazing ficlet as always. Loved the compromising at the end, but really loved the scene setting at the beginning with the buzz of the lab and especially "The squints are still squinty, and he’s still just a regular guy, but now the squints are his." I just think it sums up the Booth/squint relationship perfectly.

Plus I love the word "squinty". :)

PB&J is OK. I can't remember the last time I had it. But I agree that PB & Jello would be even weirder. Yuck. *g*

Squinty is a fun word. :) Glad you liked that one sentence; in my head it sounded very Booth-like.

Thanks for reading and commenting, Bertie!

Awww...foot rubs. Come and do me...I mean mine next Booth!

Also I love this line! He smiles, thinking of the people at the Jeffersonian he considers friends. The squints are still squinty, and he’s still just a regular guy, but now the squints are his. Just so Booth.

Nice job! Thanks for sharing.

Come and do me...I mean mine next Booth!

I have no doubt that women around the world have the same request. *g*

Thanks for reading and commenting. :)

BTW, whenever I see your screen-name, I think of a baby's pacifier.

BTW, whenever I see your screen-name, I think of a baby's pacifier.
'tis where the nick name came from when I was a wee lass. My daddy had a strange sense of humor. Now my hubby likes to call me kinky binky; but somehow I think he is being tongue and cheek! *g*

Nice!! You're on fanfiction aren't you?

Thanks. :)

You're on fanfiction aren't you?

Are you asking if I'm on Fanfiction.net? If so, yes, I do post there.

Yeah I thought I had read your series :)

Dr Babe & Agent Hottie - what a double act!

x

They make a great couple, don't they? *g*

Good Brennan: wit still razor sharp, even after a long day and a long-forgotten (or no?) dinner. Still playing hardball. I dig that. And the Dr. Babe compromise is priceless!
Can I just repeat my comment about sticking this under Hart´s nose and then letting him explain why it is again that he´s afraid having these two in a relationship would be boring...

Dr. Babe *smirks*

I love these little slices of life for future them, you do them better than anyone else :)

And what is PB&J, I am intrigued - I think it's lost in translation!

*leaps in randomly*
PB&J is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. (Jelly = jam in English.) Apparently all Americans are born liking this strange combination of food - I think there's something in the water there... :)

Ah yes... I have heard tell of this strange concoction before. Ewch, that's all I can say - now peanut butter and banana I can dig ;)

Awwwwwww. They're so darn cute! I love love love them!!!!

I'd take the PB&J AND the massage. He's multi-talented, after all! ;)

Seeing their potential future, especially the way you write it, always makes me smile. And who wouldn't want a foot rub from Booth?

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