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drabble123 Prompt: #11. Pleasure.
Prompt Table: Romance
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Timeline: Takes place during the third season--sometime before The Santa in the Slush.
Spoilers: None
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They're seated at the bar, sipping the drinks Sid set in front of them. Booth dips his fingers into a red dish and fishes out another peanut. When Brennan's mouth opens, he knows she's about to lecture him about germs. He cuts her a warning glance; her mouth shuts. "You're actually going to listen to me?"
She shrugs and raises an eyebrow. "I just thought I would be gracious and let you win this battle--since it's obvious I win every war."
"Whatever. You're delusional." Closing his eyes, Booth sighs and rolls his head, trying to loosen the knot in his shoulder.
"Turn around."
Booth's eyes open at the command. "What?"
"You're clearly in pain. Turn around."
Her gaze is steady, so he obeys, shifting to give her his back.
Anticipation sharpens his senses: he feels her gaze before she even touches him. He thinks he's ready for it, but he nearly jumps when her hands descend.
"There?"
"Higher."
He bites back a moan as her thumb presses into just the right spot.
This is one thing he misses about having a girlfriend.
For several long, silent minutes, Brennan kneads his shoulders.
"Better?" she eventually asks.
"Yeah." Booth turns, swallowing. "Thanks."
A/N: Who else misses Sid and Wong Foo's? They were there one day, and then they just disappeared.
She shrugs and raises an eyebrow. "I just thought I would be gracious and let you win this battle--since it's obvious I win every war."
"Whatever. You're delusional." Closing his eyes, Booth sighs and rolls his head, trying to loosen the knot in his shoulder.
"Turn around."
Booth's eyes open at the command. "What?"
"You're clearly in pain. Turn around."
Her gaze is steady, so he obeys, shifting to give her his back.
Anticipation sharpens his senses: he feels her gaze before she even touches him. He thinks he's ready for it, but he nearly jumps when her hands descend.
"There?"
"Higher."
He bites back a moan as her thumb presses into just the right spot.
This is one thing he misses about having a girlfriend.
For several long, silent minutes, Brennan kneads his shoulders.
"Better?" she eventually asks.
"Yeah." Booth turns, swallowing. "Thanks."
A/N: Who else misses Sid and Wong Foo's? They were there one day, and then they just disappeared.
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