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Prompt: #15 (Date)
Prompt Table: Romance
Word Count: 200
Timeline: During the spring after The Santa in the Slush.
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"You'll see," he replies. As they walk, the plastic bag swings from Booth's wrist in a careless rhythm. Insects chirp in a nighttime symphony that makes him want to hum along.
Brennan's footsteps halt once they turn the corner. "What are we doing here?"
"Swinging, Bones." At her quizzical look, he snags her wrist with his free hand, tugging her onto the playground.
They each take a swing. Booth pushes off, feeling the day's tension flow out of him.
For several minutes they move in silence, listening to the creak of metal, each lost in their own thoughts.
The warm spring air flows over Booth, and he sighs before finally stopping. He pulls sandwiches from the bag--eggplant for her, ham for him. Though his stomach growls, he's content to watch Brennan for a while longer. Her legs stretch on the upswing, her hair streaming behind her in a dark ribbon.
"Is this a date?" she asks eventually, gaze still turned skyward.
He kicks at the ground. "Don't know. Do you want it to be?"
"I don't know."
"Why don't we both think about it?"
"All right," she replies, smiling, her eyes gleaming silver in the moonlight.Author's Note: Ok, so someone just reminded me of Angela and Jack's swing date, at which point I said, "Doh!" and admitted that I hadn't even remembered that as I was writing this. So, the joke's on me. ;) In any case, take this double drabble for what it's worth. Booth and Brennan are at the playground, and they're swinging, like Angela and Jack did, but I think it's a bit different. I don't think I wrote it verbatim. Besides, this isn't a date, is it? It's just Booth and Brennan hanging out after he drags her out of the lab. *g*