oneshot;
rating; pg
genre; humour (it was meant to be)
summary; “it’s a godly pursuit, man.”
set any time after 4x03, take your pick.
note; first (&last) fic I will ever write, and you will notice as you read how dirty my mind really is. I am too immature to go down the nc-17 path; would’ve if I could’ve. WARNING; unbeta-ed.
~&~
“Booth!”
He scrambled from his lounging position in his desk chair, shoving the heavy book he was reading into his bottom drawer.
“Yeah?”
He scratched his head and stretched, inconspicuously, he hoped.
“We’re all going to Wong Foo’s to visit Sid, Hodgins has heartburn again.”
“Great, dinner with the squint squad.” He jumped out of his chair and grabbed his coat, relieved that she hadn’t remarked on what he had been doing.
“What- what were you reading? It looked pretty big,” Brennan asked as they walked out, gesturing to the area where the book had previously occupied.
“What? I read big books all the time. The other day, me and Parker were reading from an encyclopedia on dogs by a Dr Bogus. Did you know that the Chow Chow has a blue tongue?” He unsuccessfully tried to divert the conversation from the book he had been engrossed in just moments ago.
“Dr Fogle. And that wasn’t his book, his isn’t that thick.” His deliberate and failed attempt to change the topic had aroused her interest. They reached the elevator and Booth pressed the button several times, restless.
“Right, whatever. Yeah, different book.” His short reply coupled with his inability to make contact with her eyes only piqued her interest further.
“What was it Booth? It looked familiar, but I just can’t seem to remember the name.” She frowned, the depth of concentration written all over her face. He gulped, and stared forward. Familiar?
“Hodgins lent me a book on tantric sex positions,” he blurted, crossing his arms defensively.
She snickered.
The snicker turned into a snort, and before long, her body was racking with laughter.
“Bloom gone off the rose, Booth?” She grinned, recalling his exact words.
“Haha, very funny, Bones.” His eyes narrowed.
He wish he’d never borrowed that book.
~&~
Breathing in the oriental aromas that was Wong Foo’s, they reached the booth where their friends sat. Hodgins looked up to see Brennan smirking at him.
“What?”
genre; humour (it was meant to be)
summary; “it’s a godly pursuit, man.”
set any time after 4x03, take your pick.
note; first (&last) fic I will ever write, and you will notice as you read how dirty my mind really is. I am too immature to go down the nc-17 path; would’ve if I could’ve. WARNING; unbeta-ed.
~&~
“Booth!”
He scrambled from his lounging position in his desk chair, shoving the heavy book he was reading into his bottom drawer.
“Yeah?”
He scratched his head and stretched, inconspicuously, he hoped.
“We’re all going to Wong Foo’s to visit Sid, Hodgins has heartburn again.”
“Great, dinner with the squint squad.” He jumped out of his chair and grabbed his coat, relieved that she hadn’t remarked on what he had been doing.
“What- what were you reading? It looked pretty big,” Brennan asked as they walked out, gesturing to the area where the book had previously occupied.
“What? I read big books all the time. The other day, me and Parker were reading from an encyclopedia on dogs by a Dr Bogus. Did you know that the Chow Chow has a blue tongue?” He unsuccessfully tried to divert the conversation from the book he had been engrossed in just moments ago.
“Dr Fogle. And that wasn’t his book, his isn’t that thick.” His deliberate and failed attempt to change the topic had aroused her interest. They reached the elevator and Booth pressed the button several times, restless.
“Right, whatever. Yeah, different book.” His short reply coupled with his inability to make contact with her eyes only piqued her interest further.
“What was it Booth? It looked familiar, but I just can’t seem to remember the name.” She frowned, the depth of concentration written all over her face. He gulped, and stared forward. Familiar?
“Hodgins lent me a book on tantric sex positions,” he blurted, crossing his arms defensively.
She snickered.
The snicker turned into a snort, and before long, her body was racking with laughter.
“Bloom gone off the rose, Booth?” She grinned, recalling his exact words.
“Haha, very funny, Bones.” His eyes narrowed.
He wish he’d never borrowed that book.
~&~
Breathing in the oriental aromas that was Wong Foo’s, they reached the booth where their friends sat. Hodgins looked up to see Brennan smirking at him.
“What?”