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Sway (Double Drabble #41)
Booth Eyebrow Waggle
Title:  Sway (Double Drabble #41)
Characters:  Booth, Brennan
Series:  All That Lies Between Us
Prompt Table:  Romance
Written for:  drabble123
Prompt:  #8 (Home)
Word Count:  200
Timeline:  Future
Spoilers:  None.
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.

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After a day spent mediating asinine disputes between Hodgins and Zack about who was monarch of the lab, Brennan fantasized about the warm comfort of her bed.  But when she stepped into her apartment, the sound of masculine humming greeted her.  Her shoulders slumped as she realized Booth had let himself in. 

Though tempted to tiptoe into her bedroom, she recognized the futility of that idea.  Ever the pragmatist, she paused for only a moment before striding into her kitchen.  The weariness in her muscles lifted an iota as she observed the pot chattering happily on the stove.  She inhaled; the air was redolent with garlic and tomato.  Booth pivoted to face her. 

"Bones...  Ready for my six hour sauce?"  She quirked an eyebrow, and he added, "Ok, I only had time for Ragu."

"Thank you, Booth, but I'm inclined to go straight to bed."

"What?  No foreplay?"  He winked.  "At least dance with me first."

"There's no music."

"But they're playing our song," he said, sliding his arms around her waist and swaying them gently to a tune only he heard.   "Hear it now?" he murmured. 

With a sigh, she nodded, letting herself fall headfirst into that crooked grin.

Author's Note:  I dedicate this to "Anslie."  Thank you for making me smile with your in-depth literary criticism.

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I did intend it! I knew I loved you. :) I remember you were the first person to catch the Sarah reference in Better Than Ice Cream, too. That's how we "met," if I remember correctly.

You are like balm for my soul. Thank you. But it's ok; I've regained my sense of perspective. It was just good to blow off a little steam. You and I both know this is hardly a life and death matter.

Hug your sweet daughter, and be as kind to yourself as you would be to someone else in the same situation. *smooches you back*

Edited at 2008-02-21 01:43 am (UTC)

Maybe you're my musical soulmate. ;)

Blowing off steam is always allowed - it's how we keep from imploding. And I was glad for an opportunity to get indignant on your behalf; it was a much-needed distraction.

I've hardly let her out of my arms the last few days, so that's an easy enough request to comply with. And I'll work on lessening the guilt trip.

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