Title: The Art of Compromise
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.
Timeline: Set in the future.
Prompt: #14 (Delicious)
Prompt Table: Sex
Written for: drabble123
Word Count: 300
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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.”
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