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Bones Ficlet: Coffee and Conversation (#16 in Into the Fire)

Title: Coffee and Conversation
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: M
Timeline:
Set in the future.
Spoilers: None
Prompt: #10 (Swallow)
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.
Summary:  With Brennan around, Mondays are rarely boring for Booth.

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Coffee and Conversation

They were cruising down 95, when Booth grabbed his coffee from the console and lifted it to his lips, anticipating the caffeinated heaven.

“Does it bother you that I don’t swallow your ejaculate during oral sex?” Brennan asked from the passenger seat.

Booth slammed on the brakes, splashing hot coffee on himself. “Jesus, Bones!”

“What?” She stared back at him with raised eyebrows, as if he was the crazy one.

“Give a guy a little warning before you say something like that.”

“A warning?”

“Yeah, a warning.”

“Such as what? ‘Please prepare yourself for our impending conversation about oral sex?'”

Rolling his eyes, Booth set down the cup and turned his attention back toward the road in an effort to avoid starting the week with a car accident. “Hand me some napkins, will ya?”

Without comment, Brennan did as he asked. Booth dabbed at his hand and jacket before giving up and tossing the balled-up napkins into the backseat.

“So?”

“So what?” Booth replied, exasperation creeping into his voice.

“Does it bother you that—”

“Never mind. I get it,” he said, cutting her off. “No, it doesn’t bug me.” Frowning, he shot her a glance. “Why are you even asking me this?”

“When I was at Angela’s, I perused some of her magazines. In one publication -- I believe it was titled Cosmopolitan -- there was an article about men's top ten secret desires. Apparently that’s number two.”

“Remind me to have a chat with Angela,” he muttered under his breath.

“Hm?”

“Don’t read those dumb magazines. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”

“So you don’t want me to swallow--”

“Can we discuss this later?”

“Fine.”

Five minutes passed. “So what’s number one?”

“Watching two women perform lesbian acts.”

It was going to be a long drive.


A/N: ;) Thanks for reading and/or commenting.


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