#003 Toilet Training (Brennan/Booth)
Title: Toilet Training
Fandom: Bones
Characters: Brennan/Booth
Prompt: #003 Pain
Word Count: 238
Rating: G
Summary: “You’re a pain sometimes, you know that?” Booth says.
Notes: Written for fanfic50. November 27.
“You’re a pain sometimes, you know that?” Booth says. He fixes her with a calculating stare.
Brennan stares back and flatly responds. “What? What did I do?”
He lifts an eyebrow. “It’s what you didn’t do.”
“And that would be?”
“You didn’t put the toilet seat down,” he continues, stumbling over the last of his words. He stops there, shakes his head and turns to glare at Sweets who is watching them, his eyes alight with childish glee.
“You know what?” Booth tells him. “This role-playing thing is really not working out for me. It’s a waste of time!”
“Booth!”
“Hey, now. Bones? I thought you agreed!”
“Usually I would agree - we agree on a lot of things - but this has gone too far. You have a problem Booth and if we’re going to keep living together…”
“Fine. I’ll try to remember to put the seat down,” he says with an exasperated sigh, “from now on.”
“Try?” Sweets interjects.
“I will put the seat down,” he corrects. “Happy?”
He watches Brennan as her expression brightens and she grins at him. “Happy,” she confirms.
Retrieving his keys from his pocket, he nods towards the door and stands. Brennan follows him out and they fall into step beside each other as Sweets stutters useless protests that their session isn’t over.
“Are we okay?” he asks.
Brennan’s lips brushing against his own before she slips into the car is enough answer.
Fandom: Bones
Characters: Brennan/Booth
Prompt: #003 Pain
Word Count: 238
Rating: G
Summary: “You’re a pain sometimes, you know that?” Booth says.
Notes: Written for fanfic50. November 27.
“You’re a pain sometimes, you know that?” Booth says. He fixes her with a calculating stare.
Brennan stares back and flatly responds. “What? What did I do?”
He lifts an eyebrow. “It’s what you didn’t do.”
“And that would be?”
“You didn’t put the toilet seat down,” he continues, stumbling over the last of his words. He stops there, shakes his head and turns to glare at Sweets who is watching them, his eyes alight with childish glee.
“You know what?” Booth tells him. “This role-playing thing is really not working out for me. It’s a waste of time!”
“Booth!”
“Hey, now. Bones? I thought you agreed!”
“Usually I would agree - we agree on a lot of things - but this has gone too far. You have a problem Booth and if we’re going to keep living together…”
“Fine. I’ll try to remember to put the seat down,” he says with an exasperated sigh, “from now on.”
“Try?” Sweets interjects.
“I will put the seat down,” he corrects. “Happy?”
He watches Brennan as her expression brightens and she grins at him. “Happy,” she confirms.
Retrieving his keys from his pocket, he nods towards the door and stands. Brennan follows him out and they fall into step beside each other as Sweets stutters useless protests that their session isn’t over.
“Are we okay?” he asks.
Brennan’s lips brushing against his own before she slips into the car is enough answer.