fic: bones, brennan/booth, pg.
One morning I got up, watched random bits of Bones S2 episodes - mostly the season finale - and wrote this.
And then it sat there and I could never figure out how to finish it. So a snapshot, a drabble-ish little thing of B/B semi-flirtation it shall remain.
toast for whatever yet to come
bones, brennan/booth, pg, 302 words, TAKES PLACE AFTER S2 FINALE so spoilers. I don't own anything related to Bones.
They cut into Hodgins' and Angela's wedding cake first, and even though there are no rituals to do with it, he wonders about the significance of that. He spoons a part of the topping cream and maybe it's the champaigne that makes him direct the spoon towards her, a grin playing on his face as he does it, but it is not a good idea.
“I'm not five, Booth,” she says and gives him a look and he wants to point out five year olds can well eat without assistance of others, but thinking about it, she probably knows that already.
He smiles and eats his cake, and Brennan talks about the origins of the saying, “eat your cake and have it, too” and he's thankful she's not full of hidden meanings, as otherwise he would have no clue what that has got to do with anything. Except, well, cake.
*
“Zack can't go to Iraq,” she tells him and he calms her down. Her eyes are worried but her gestures are drunk, and before she starts raving about the lunacy of the country's current regime and their expansive war efforts, Booth suggests dancing.
Completely innocent. Dancing.
He ignores the way his hands fit on her hips and the way her body hugs itself so well around him. He ignores the music being so slow and people watching them like they knew better than them. They don't, nobody does. They're partners and friends and (her hands hug his torso tighter now as she whispers something wistful in his ear, she misses somebody, her mother maybe, but he misses that part and just touches her head lightly, “It's okay, Bones” - it's always okay, this is what partners do) people, they just don't understand.
But then, neither does he.
And then it sat there and I could never figure out how to finish it. So a snapshot, a drabble-ish little thing of B/B semi-flirtation it shall remain.
toast for whatever yet to come
bones, brennan/booth, pg, 302 words, TAKES PLACE AFTER S2 FINALE so spoilers. I don't own anything related to Bones.
They cut into Hodgins' and Angela's wedding cake first, and even though there are no rituals to do with it, he wonders about the significance of that. He spoons a part of the topping cream and maybe it's the champaigne that makes him direct the spoon towards her, a grin playing on his face as he does it, but it is not a good idea.
“I'm not five, Booth,” she says and gives him a look and he wants to point out five year olds can well eat without assistance of others, but thinking about it, she probably knows that already.
He smiles and eats his cake, and Brennan talks about the origins of the saying, “eat your cake and have it, too” and he's thankful she's not full of hidden meanings, as otherwise he would have no clue what that has got to do with anything. Except, well, cake.
*
“Zack can't go to Iraq,” she tells him and he calms her down. Her eyes are worried but her gestures are drunk, and before she starts raving about the lunacy of the country's current regime and their expansive war efforts, Booth suggests dancing.
Completely innocent. Dancing.
He ignores the way his hands fit on her hips and the way her body hugs itself so well around him. He ignores the music being so slow and people watching them like they knew better than them. They don't, nobody does. They're partners and friends and (her hands hug his torso tighter now as she whispers something wistful in his ear, she misses somebody, her mother maybe, but he misses that part and just touches her head lightly, “It's okay, Bones” - it's always okay, this is what partners do) people, they just don't understand.
But then, neither does he.