"David Boreanaz, stop being so relaxed," said Temperance Brennan. "Murder scenes are very serious."
"I think my name is Seely," said David Boreanaz. "And yours is Temperance. Temperance. Did you arrive here on the Mayflower? Is your dad Cotton Mather?"
"I do not understand the subtle witty nuances of your conversation!" cried Temperance. "I am very literal, but hot enough for it to be cute instead of irritating."
"You are pretty hot," murmured David Boreanaz, reaching over to brush a strand of hair away from Temperance's face with a feather-light touch. She jerked away.
"This can never be, David Boreanaz," she said seriously. "I have no idea why but I'm fairly certain about this. After all, everyone wants us to get together so badly that there must be a pretty good reason why we can't. Maybe I just couldn't handle your wisecracking. Maybe I don't want to compete with Buffy."
"Hey, you're not perfect either!" protested David Boreanaz. "Your nickname is Bones. Perhaps during lovemaking I would picture you as the doctor from Star Trek."
They both paused to consider that image, but neither looked too grossed out.
"Be with me!" David Boreanaz continued. Their audience leaned forward, waiting, as the distance between their adorable faces lessened and lessened...
"I think my name is Seely," said David Boreanaz. "And yours is Temperance. Temperance. Did you arrive here on the Mayflower? Is your dad Cotton Mather?"
"I do not understand the subtle witty nuances of your conversation!" cried Temperance. "I am very literal, but hot enough for it to be cute instead of irritating."
"You are pretty hot," murmured David Boreanaz, reaching over to brush a strand of hair away from Temperance's face with a feather-light touch. She jerked away.
"This can never be, David Boreanaz," she said seriously. "I have no idea why but I'm fairly certain about this. After all, everyone wants us to get together so badly that there must be a pretty good reason why we can't. Maybe I just couldn't handle your wisecracking. Maybe I don't want to compete with Buffy."
"Hey, you're not perfect either!" protested David Boreanaz. "Your nickname is Bones. Perhaps during lovemaking I would picture you as the doctor from Star Trek."
They both paused to consider that image, but neither looked too grossed out.
"Be with me!" David Boreanaz continued. Their audience leaned forward, waiting, as the distance between their adorable faces lessened and lessened...
"NO," said Temperance.
"FUCK," said the audience.
Then they solved a crime.
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:D Well done!
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Well played!
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lol
thank you!!!!!
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