Ready to get swinging [Bones]
Ready to get swinging
Bones//G//Booth, Brennan
phoenix_tears89 is wonderfully epiphanatically amazing at producing ideas. I like you. Lots. Pair of people (partners, just partners, not like that) go swing dancing and it's all sorts of uncoordinated fun.
Picture it in your head.
“Ready to get swinging, Bones?”
“I’m not sure what you mean.” She says, curious. “Why would you want to swing bones?”
He pulls at the collar of his shirt. “What it means is are you prepared to be amazed and awed by your partner and his dance skills?”
“Awed by your dance moves?” She laughs and leans in and adjusts his tie. “Do you even have any dance skills, Booth?”
“Of course I do, doubtful one.” He smiles at her and hooks his thumbs in his belt. “I mean, don’t you know you’re talking to a former dance off competition winner?”
“Really?” She tilts her head and studies him. “You never told me that before. What sort of dance off was this?”
“Well, ah.” He shrugs his shoulders and doesn’t meet her eyes. “You know…The one they had in sixth grade…”
“I don’t think that counts, Booth. Rituals to prove dominance and assertion-“
“Blah blah blah and how I’m an alpha male and all that jazz.” He shakes his head and slips up behind her. “Come on, Bones. It’ll be fun.”
“It’s a performance of courtship and requires the freedom of the joints in the foot which are severely limited by these shoes.”
“It is not a ridiculous performance. Besides, if you don’t like the shoes, you can kick them off.” He smiles at her and begins to steer her away from the table. “Besides, your shoes scare people off. I mean, they’re pretty lethal looking.”
“I don’t know if that’s a compliment or not.”
“Just take it as one.” The blare of the trumpet begins to sound and the staccato rhythm of the drum picks up. The saxophone begins to follow. “Just go with the music.”
“Jazz is all about syncopation and vitality and improvisation and polyrhythm, so your advice actually wouldn’t make sense in contrast to the goal of what we’re trying to do.” She smiles at the face he makes. “Still, I admit it could be fun.”
“Could be fun? Of course it’ll be fun, Bones! I mean, neither of us really knowing what we’re doing…”
“I thought you said you were going to awe me with your moves.” She sits down on a nearby chair and begins to undo the straps to her heels. “I think that you were right about not wearing shoes, though.”
“Well, don’t blame me if I step on your feet.” He holds his hand up in response to her look. “I don’t want to end up being stonewalled again just cause I stepped on your feet.”
“Fine, fine.”
He sheds his jacket and offers her his arm. “Now then, shall we?”
She takes his arm and laughs at him. “I’m going to warn you this might be bad. It feels strange with my heels off.”
“Oh?”
“It’s like the floor is arching up. Ouch! Booth!”
“Sorry! Didn’t see your foot there.” He laughs and lifts his arm up to spin her. “Uh, wrong way, Bones.”
“I don’t feel very graceful. I feel like I’m better with my hands.”
“Wait, what? You can dance with your hands?”
“Of course not. My phalanges are not capable of supporting my body like that. They can dance independently, though.”
“Dancing fingers?”
“Dancing phalanges, Booth. Phalanges.”
“Why are you leading?”
“Why shouldn’t I?”
“I’m the guy here. The guy leads.”
“Well, maybe- ow, Booth! That was my foot!”
“Sorry Bones!”
“Stop laughing at me!”
“You’re laughing too!”
“Only because you’re failing to impress me with your so called awe inspiring dance moves.”
“Oh, come on. You have to admit that that spin was good.”
“Except where you almost stepped on my foot again. I think I’m better at this than you.”
“What are you talking about? I’m such a natural at this. Hey, want to try a dip?”
“Only if you promise not to drop me on the floor.”
“Come on, who do you think I am? I don’t drop people when I dip them.”
“Booth!”
“What? I didn’t drop you!”
“You almost dropped me then! And stop laughing at me.”
“But I didn’t drop you. See? Besides, I wouldn’t drop you. We’re partners, after all.”
“That’s good to know.”
Bones//G//Booth, Brennan
phoenix_tears89 is wonderfully epiphanatically amazing at producing ideas. I like you. Lots. Pair of people (partners, just partners, not like that) go swing dancing and it's all sorts of uncoordinated fun.
Picture it in your head.
“Ready to get swinging, Bones?”
“I’m not sure what you mean.” She says, curious. “Why would you want to swing bones?”
He pulls at the collar of his shirt. “What it means is are you prepared to be amazed and awed by your partner and his dance skills?”
“Awed by your dance moves?” She laughs and leans in and adjusts his tie. “Do you even have any dance skills, Booth?”
“Of course I do, doubtful one.” He smiles at her and hooks his thumbs in his belt. “I mean, don’t you know you’re talking to a former dance off competition winner?”
“Really?” She tilts her head and studies him. “You never told me that before. What sort of dance off was this?”
“Well, ah.” He shrugs his shoulders and doesn’t meet her eyes. “You know…The one they had in sixth grade…”
“I don’t think that counts, Booth. Rituals to prove dominance and assertion-“
“Blah blah blah and how I’m an alpha male and all that jazz.” He shakes his head and slips up behind her. “Come on, Bones. It’ll be fun.”
“It’s a performance of courtship and requires the freedom of the joints in the foot which are severely limited by these shoes.”
“It is not a ridiculous performance. Besides, if you don’t like the shoes, you can kick them off.” He smiles at her and begins to steer her away from the table. “Besides, your shoes scare people off. I mean, they’re pretty lethal looking.”
“I don’t know if that’s a compliment or not.”
“Just take it as one.” The blare of the trumpet begins to sound and the staccato rhythm of the drum picks up. The saxophone begins to follow. “Just go with the music.”
“Jazz is all about syncopation and vitality and improvisation and polyrhythm, so your advice actually wouldn’t make sense in contrast to the goal of what we’re trying to do.” She smiles at the face he makes. “Still, I admit it could be fun.”
“Could be fun? Of course it’ll be fun, Bones! I mean, neither of us really knowing what we’re doing…”
“I thought you said you were going to awe me with your moves.” She sits down on a nearby chair and begins to undo the straps to her heels. “I think that you were right about not wearing shoes, though.”
“Well, don’t blame me if I step on your feet.” He holds his hand up in response to her look. “I don’t want to end up being stonewalled again just cause I stepped on your feet.”
“Fine, fine.”
He sheds his jacket and offers her his arm. “Now then, shall we?”
She takes his arm and laughs at him. “I’m going to warn you this might be bad. It feels strange with my heels off.”
“Oh?”
“It’s like the floor is arching up. Ouch! Booth!”
“Sorry! Didn’t see your foot there.” He laughs and lifts his arm up to spin her. “Uh, wrong way, Bones.”
“I don’t feel very graceful. I feel like I’m better with my hands.”
“Wait, what? You can dance with your hands?”
“Of course not. My phalanges are not capable of supporting my body like that. They can dance independently, though.”
“Dancing fingers?”
“Dancing phalanges, Booth. Phalanges.”
“Why are you leading?”
“Why shouldn’t I?”
“I’m the guy here. The guy leads.”
“Well, maybe- ow, Booth! That was my foot!”
“Sorry Bones!”
“Stop laughing at me!”
“You’re laughing too!”
“Only because you’re failing to impress me with your so called awe inspiring dance moves.”
“Oh, come on. You have to admit that that spin was good.”
“Except where you almost stepped on my foot again. I think I’m better at this than you.”
“What are you talking about? I’m such a natural at this. Hey, want to try a dip?”
“Only if you promise not to drop me on the floor.”
“Come on, who do you think I am? I don’t drop people when I dip them.”
“Booth!”
“What? I didn’t drop you!”
“You almost dropped me then! And stop laughing at me.”
“But I didn’t drop you. See? Besides, I wouldn’t drop you. We’re partners, after all.”
“That’s good to know.”