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Bones Ficlet: The Kind of Guy Who Laughs At a Funeral (#17 in Into the Fire)
Title: The Kind of Guy Who Laughs At a Funeral
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-13
Set in the future.
Spoilers: None
Prompt: #12 (Dirty)
Prompt Table: Sex
Written for: drabble123
Word Count:
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.

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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?”

“Never mind.”

“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 ; 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.”

“Thank God.”

A/N: Happy Friday, folks! Thanks for reading and/or commenting. Only three more prompts to go. :)

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Goodness, you've been very prolific lately! More fic for us, yay! I love this, and it is just exactly the kind of conversation I can see them having! Excellent as always!

Hee! Happy Friday, indeed!
You are really bringing the funny with the last two stories. You can really hear their voices, and the light tone of their banter.

*hangs head in shame*
I totally just smirked at "Fellini’s 8½". *sighs* Apparently Booth isn't the only one with the maturity of a ten year old.

Loving your light-hearted stuff today, and that Barenaked Ladies song is now stuck in my head. :)

Oh my -- I dig the "Fellini" but ... what kind of fun could be had with the ""?! Hah!

*blushes* I'm twelve.

hahahahhaha Well played! :D

Ah, but there's no point in living if we can't laugh a little. (Or a lot.) *g*

Thanks, bertie. And that song is rather infectious, isn't it?

Yes! TGIF after the week I've had and a lovely moment between them. So Booth, so Brennan. *happy sigh*

Brennan wasn't the only one who misunderstood the "I'll be back joke." I had to read that part twice. *face palm*

Lovely job as usual; I adore the banter you have going between them.

PS - One Week is going to be stuck in my head the rest of the night.

love it :) Keep writing, I miss it when you don't *G*

*loves it that even though we have differences, we can still share a love of fic and Bones*

“I’ll be back.”

She gave him a blank look. “From where?”

“Never mind.”

“But I don’t understand; where are you going?”

“Just forget it. It was a joke.”

LMAO.. That's so Brennan!
Awesome hun! *hugS*

This is delightfully them - and totally a f-i-t-b for The Pieces in the Purple Pond. \o/

Man, he really does know how to stick his foot in his mouth...
...though something tells me Brennan totally knows that fact ;D

What a pleasant surprise to see a few stories written by you. Loved this as well as the others ones you've written :)

Hee! I love their banter, and you capture it well.

“And sometimes I think you’re an 80-year-old woman trapped in the body of a sexy scientist,”...yea, good description...

Prissy!Brennan is still cute as a button, imagine that. And look how *normal* they seem here: guy makes a stupid joke, woman is all offended, guy grovels to get back into her good graces. That's Booth for ya.
Love their banter here (also, Brennan's disapproval is SO easy to picture; re Man in the Mud) and that Fellini joke made me laugh embarassingly hard (and I had an idea for the 8½ too *ahem*).

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