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Ficlet: Every Little Thing (#5)

Title: Every Little Thing
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: #1 (Skin)
Prompt Table: Sex
Written for: drabble123
Rating: T
Spoilers:  None
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
Feedback: is always appreciated. If criticizing, please be constructive.
Acknowledgments:  I'm a bit behind on comment replies, so many thanks to every person who commented on the previous ficlets in this series.  Your feedback makes me smile.  Thank you.  :)

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She's done something to her eyes. Booth can tell because they're bluer than usual and shimmering in the low light of the restaurant as she watches him from across the table. Brennan takes a sip of her wine, and he wishes then they were sitting next to each other instead. Face serious, she sets down her glass, her fingers running up and down the stem; his mouth goes dry as he silently tracks the small movements.

"Is everything all right?" she asks. "You've hardly touched your dessert."

He looks down. Most of his Tiramisu still sits on his plate, uneaten. It's good, though he'd have been just as happy with pie. But they're always at the diner or eating takeout in bed, and he wanted to take her some place different -- some place where they'd have to dress up to go. Now here they are, their meal barely finished, and he can't wait to leave. He clears his throat. "Yeah. It's great."

Her hand drifts from her glass to her throat, drawing his gaze to the deep vee of her dress. When he feels her foot brush his leg, he nearly jumps out of his chair. The corners of her mouth twitch, confirming his suspicion that she knows exactly what she's doing. Who knew his beautiful partner would be such a tease? The foot moves higher, pressing into his crotch, and he's suddenly very happy they're in a fancy restaurant with long tablecloths.

Leaning forward, he reaches for Brennan's other hand. Turning it over, he strokes her wrist, his fingers tracing the path of blue veins. A sigh slips out, and the way her eyes widen tell him it took her by surprise. "Let's go," she says.

"You sure?"


Booth smiles and raises his hand for the check.

Author Note:  Less than a month till we get a new episode of Bones.  *does a little dance*


Tags: bones, bones: fic, drabble123, fic, into the fire

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