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: #12 (Dirty)
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: It's movie night for Brennan and Booth.
The Kind of Guy Who Laughs At a Funeral
“So what movie did you choose for tonight?”
“You’re in for a treat,” Booth replied, rubbing his hands together with glee. “Tonight’s a double feature: Terminator and Terminator 2.”
Brennan’s shoulders drooped. “I’m almost afraid to ask, but are these more of those movies with over-the-top car chases and completely unrealistic pyrotechnics?”
“Hell, yeah! And cyborgs and Ah-nold, too.” He pulled the DVD cases out of the Blockbuster bag and turned to face Brennan. “I’ll be back.”
She gave him a blank look. “From where?”
“But I don’t understand; where are you going?”
“Just forget it. It was a joke.”
“Well, in any case, next week is my choice. We’ll be watching Fellini’s 8½; it’s a fascinating examination of the creative process.”
Unable to help himself, Booth snickered.
“Why are you laughing?”
“You said, ‘Fellini.’ You know, like”—he lowered his voice to a whisper and waggled his eyebrows—“fellatio.”
Frowning, Brennan flashed him a severe look through narrowed eyes. “That is so juvenile,” she said, sighing with disapproval. “Sometimes I think you possess the maturity of a 10-year-old boy.”
“And sometimes I think you’re an 80-year-old woman trapped in the body of a sexy scientist,” he shot back, grinning to take the sting out of his words.
Brennan sniffed and shifted several inches away from him on the couch. “I don’t think that’s very funny.”
“Aww, come on, Bones. Don’t be like that.” Scooting closer, he tried to put his arm around her stiff shoulders, but she shrugged it off. “You know I was just kidding.”
“Not everything is a joke, Booth.”
“OK, as a show of good faith, I’ll let you pick the restaurant tomorrow night.”
“Anywhere I want?”
“Anywhere you want. Even”—he groaned in mock-defeat—“a totally vegetarian place.”
“I forgive you.”
A/N: Happy Friday, folks! Thanks for reading and/or commenting. Only three more prompts to go. :)