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Ficlet: When I Think About You (#4)
B/B Mirror Mirror on the Wall - lerdo
only_more_love
Title: When I Think About You
Pairing:
Booth/Brennan
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.
Prompt:
#11 (Vanilla)
Prompt Table: Sex
Written for:  drabble123
Rating: M
Spoilers:  Through Season 2
Feedback: is always appreciated. If criticizing, please be constructive.
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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Booth swiveled on his stool to watch Angela's unsteady approach. "Sweetie, I love you. Have I told you that lately?" Angela threw an arm around Brennan's shoulders, bouncing up and down on her toes, and her drink wobbled in her free hand.

"Only five times in the past ten minutes," Brennan replied, flashing her an amused look.

"You've got it all, honey," Angela continued."Brains, booty--"

"Angela!"

"It's true. Bren, you are smoking." Angela glanced at him, grinning. "Isn't she, Booth?"

Booth took another swig of his beer. Leaning back, he propped an elbow on the bar and let his gaze drift from Brennan's eyes to her chest and back again, pretending to consider Angela's question. "She's right, Bones," he finally said, and her eyes narrowed. "You are pretty hot."

He winked, watching her frown. No doubt he'd pay for teasing her, but he loved keeping her off-balance.

"You two are so flirty," Angela said, wiggling her fingers. "I love it. Now excuse me; I have to make out with my fiancé."

Shaking his head, Booth turned away. Someone tapped his shoulder.

"I'm not wearing any underwear," Brennan said, breath whispering against his ear.

So she'd gotten her payback sooner than expected. Overachiever.

Brennan's hand lifted. Booth caught her wrist before she could move, tugging her to stand between his legs. "Do something for me," he said, keeping his voice low.

"What?"

"Go into the bathroom and touch yourself."

She inhaled sharply, eyes widening.

"But stop before you come."

"Booth..."

"Do it."


Brennan returned, cheeks noticeably flushed. "Everything OK?" Booth asked.

"Of course."

"Then let's go. We're all gonna grab dinner at this new Mexican place." He led her out, one hand at her back, following behind the squints.

It'd be hours before they got home, he thought, smiling.


Author Note: So I'd said I wasn't sure if I could keep these to 300 words and still have them be decent. Since I signed up for the challenge, I'll keep trying for 300 words. But maybe later I'll write more fleshed out (ha ha) versions of these. ;)


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What sweet torture. It'd be hard to balk at an order like that! I'd expect there to be some form of payback - and yes, though these 300 words are divine as they stand, a "fleshed out" (I'm totally snickering) version would be fantastic.


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