Title: Seconds
Word Count: 200
Characters: Booth, Brennan
Spoilers: For Santa in the Slush
Rating: K
Story Notes: The following is a double drabble—200 word vignette—set in the future
A/N: Thought I'd shoot for something a bit lighter this time. I also wanted to keep it heavy on the dialog to see how that worked. Don't expect too much from this; it's just a bit of wish fulfillment. :)
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"Why not? Robert is a solid candidate."
“See, that's not how you should describe someone you're dating. He's all wrong for you.”
“How so?”
“For starters, he's way too serious.”
“Seriousness can be a sign of sincerity, Booth.”
“Maybe. But you need someone who makes you laugh, balances you out.”
“Hm. What else?”
“That guy—”
“Robert.”
“Whatever. Bob's a wimp. You need someone who'll keep you on your toes. You're too much woman for good ol' Bob.”
“What kind of woman is that?”
“You know—independent, outspoken.”
“That's how you perceive me?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Thank you.”
“It's not a compliment. Just how I think of you.”
“Thank you anyway.”
“You're welcome.”
“So, where do you suggest I find this paragon of manhood?”
“You're looking at him.”
“I think you forgot something important—physical attraction. Even if you fulfill the other requirements, I'm not attracted to you.”
“Liar.”
“Kissing you was like kissing Russ.”
“That's just wrong on so many levels.” He leans in until his lips brush her ear. “I say we try a little experiment. I dare you to kiss me now and not like it.”
“I thought you'd never ask.”
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