10 Fics in 10 Days: Day 9; ALSO THE PROMO
“What was it like?”
“What?”
“You know what.”
“Angela…”
“Bren…”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Like hell you don’t. I saw the way Booth looked at you when he left your office this morning.”
“He didn’t look at me any differently than he normally does.”
“Oh hell yes, he did.”
“Then how did he look at me, Angela?”
“Like he wanted to throw you down on your desk and-“
“Angela!”
“What? Sweetie, if something happened, I’m happy for you.”
“Well, nothing happened.”
“Okay. If that’s what you say.”
“That’s exactly what I say.”
“Fine. But for what it’s worth - and trust me, my opinion on this should be worth very much - Booth wants to have sex with you.”
“You’ve been saying that for years.”
“Yeah, I have.”
“Then what makes you anymore right now than in the past?”
“I was right in the past, too.”
“Get out, Angela.”
*
“Angela knows.”
“What do you mean? Angela knows what?”
“That we…translated.”
“We translated? Woah, she thinks we killed someone?”
“No, Booth, I’m just using that word for the other…thing.”
“OH! You mean-“
“-yes-“
“The sex.”
“Translation.”
“Right. Bones, I’m in the car; no one can hear me here. Why should I be using a code word?”
“I…I don’t know.”
“You’re cute when you’re like this.”
“Like what? And I’m not cute. Furry animals are cute.”
“You are cute when you’re trying to play secret agent.”
“I’m not playing secret agent.”
“Whatever. And why does Angela think we…translated?”
“Because of the way you looked at me when you left the office.”
“How did I look at you?”
“I don’t know; Angela said you looked like you wanted to throw me on the desk.”
“I did.”
“Booth!”
“What?”
“That’s…”
“Turning you on?”
“No, I…”
“It is turning you on.”
“Booth, we’re working. We’re supposed to be professional. There can be no turning on of any sort.”
“Hey, I’m all for being professional. You’re the only calling me, telling Angela thinks we’re having sex - sorry, translating.”
“Now you’re mocking me. That’s not very nice.”
“I’m not mocking you, Bones.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Okay, a little.”
“Well, fine. If you want to mock me, then maybe I’ll just stay home tonight. By myself.”
“Oh, come on, Bones. Don’t hit a man where it hurts.”
“You once told me that threatening to hit a man where it hurts wasn’t very effective.”
“I was wrong?”
“Are you asking a question?”
“No.”
“But you’re saying that you’re wrong.”
“Yes.”
“Because you want to…translate tonight.”
“Yes. I’d like to translate many, many…books.”
“Is this all I had to do get you to stop arguing with me for all of these years?”
“Yes.”
“Goodbye, Booth.”
“Bye. And remember - Sweets office at 2.”
“I know.”
“Hey, do you want to get lunch?”
“Lunch? Okay.”
“I’ll be there in an hour.”
“Bye, Booth.”
*
“We shouldn’t be…”
“Probably not.”
“But no one ever comes in here during lunch.”
“Bones, I mean, if you’re sure.”
“I don’t know if...what was that?”
“Stay still.”
“I will if you will.”
“Did you just make a…you know…a joke…about the junior agent?”
“Junior agent? OH. That’s what you call your penis.”
“Bones! God!”
“What? Penis. It’s a clinical term.”
“Shh.”
“Why do you call it that?”
“I…”
“Because I don’t think it’s very, um, junior.”
“Oh. You’re coming on to me, aren’t you?”
“Trying.”
“You’re doing a hell of a lot better than trying.”
*
“Okay, what’s up with you two?”
“Nothing, Sweets.”
“Why would you say something is up?”
“Dr. Brennan, your voice is pitched slightly higher than usual. Agent Booth, you are sitting farther away from Dr. Brennan than you usually do. You’re both sitting in defensive positions, as if you’re hiding something.”
“I’m not hiding anything. Bones, you hiding something?”
“No. I’m not hiding anything.”
“See there, Sweets, not hiding anything. Nothing to hide.”
“Nothing. At all.”
“Look, Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan, you’re both hiding something. I know you are. Why don’t we just cut through the part where you lie to me, and you just tell me what’s going on.”
“Okay, you know what, Sweets, you’re right.”
“Booth!”
“No, Bones, it’s better if we tell him.”
“I really don’t think it is.”
“Remember, this is a truth zone. There’s nothing you can’t tell me here, I won’t pass judgment, and-“
“Fine. We’re having sex.”
“BONES!”
“What? You were going to tell him.”
“I wasn’t.”
“But you said-“
“I was going to make something up, throw him off the trail.”
“What were you going to tell him?”
“I don’t even know anymore. You alive over there Sweets?”
“I’m…I’m…Woah.”
“Horse?”
“Haha, good one, Bones.”
“The two of you…you’re…you finally-“
“Yeah, Sweets, we are. Which you shouldn’t be so shocked about, since you’ve been going on about our…you know, our-“
“Sexual tension. That’s the phrase, right Dr. Sweets?”
“Um. Yes. Dr. Brennan, that’s right.”
“Are you okay, Dr. Sweets? You really do look sort of pale.”
“I just wasn’t expecting…that.”
“Well it’s nothing to get excited about-“
“Hey there, Bones, I think it’s pretty exciting.”
“I’m not talking about the sex itself, Booth. That is…extremely…satisfying.”
“That’s more like it.”
“Stop talking! Both of you. Stop. With the talking. I need a moment to process here.”
“You’d think we’d just told him we killed someone, the way he’s acting.”
“Translation.”
“Stop it. I told you that I didn’t like being mocked.”
“What if I say it’s flirting instead?”
“You really do like to push-“
“Both of you. This is serious. Please stop talking. For just a moment.”
“He’s usually trying to get us to talk all of the time.”
“Booth…”
“Fine. I’m being good. Quiet.”
“We’ve got to talk about how this could affect your work.”
“It doesn’t. It won’t.”
“Booth, you don’t know if that’s true.”
“Why would it?”
“Well, Dr. Sweets is going to ask what would happen if our personal arrangement ended.”
“Personal arrangement? End? What the hell are you talking about?”
“Our sexual relationship.”
“I was under the impression you were pretty happy with it.”
“I am. But we can’t predict what we will want in the future.”
“Is this your backwards way of trying to end this?”
“No! I don’t want to stop. Don’t smirk like that.”
“I’m not smirking.”
“Agent Booth, you’re sort of smirking.”
“Sweets-“
“What is the nature of this relationship? I need to know in order to make some sort of determination.”
“We’re dating.”
“Booth, that’s kind of overstating it, isn’t it?”
“What do you mean?”
“We haven’t actually been on a date. Mostly, either I go home with you, or you got home with me, and we have sex.”
“Aw, Bones, come on. You make it sound so…”
“So what, Agent Booth?”
“She’s making it sound like it’s just sex.”
“I was under the impression that’s exactly what it was.”
“Bones, you can’t be serious.”
“Of course I am.”
“After…but…it’s not just sex.”
“It’s okay if that’s what you want, Booth; I’m not complaining.”
“I don’t just want to have sex with you, Bones.”
“Then what do you want?”
“Do we really have to have this conversation in front of Sweets?”
“Agent Booth, you shouldn’t feel afraid to say anything in front of me.”
“God, Sweets, I’m not afraid. This isn’t the type of thing people are afraid of.”
“People like you? It absolutely is, Agent Booth.”
“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“You act heroically in physically dangerous situations. That’s well established. You are self-sacrificing, and generally very kind. But this, you and Dr. Brennan, you’re relationship, that’s something that does scare you, because of the way it would feel if it didn’t work out.”
“Is he right, Booth?”
“I…”
“It’s okay if he is.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Well, then, do you want to go on a date with me? Dinner, movie, whatever you want.”
“I…I think that I would enjoy that.”
“Good. Great. I uh…oh, look at the time, there Sweets, it’s time for us to go.”
“You were my last session today; you could stay-“
“No, I think we both really need to be getting back to this case, Dr. Sweets.”
“Yes. Work. The case. We have a case.”
“But I haven’t finished-“
“And Sweets, this is probably something that you could keep under your hat, if you don’t mind.”
“Why would he keep something under his hat? Sweets doesn’t even wear hats.”
“It means that he wouldn’t tell anyone about our…thing.”
“Oh! Yes. Dr. Sweets, I’d really appreciate that.”
“I…yeah. Just…yeah, I won’t tell anyone.”
“Bye Sweets.”
“Bye Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan.”
*
“I’m certain they’re doing it and not telling. I saw Brennan walking out of that broom closet near Egyptology earlier today, and her hair looked like she’d been in a windstorm. A talk, dark, hunky, FBI Agent windstorm.”
“Well, God knows it would be a relief to all of us. They’re residual sexual tension even gets me keyed up.”
“Don’t I know it. I don’t know how I’ve lasted with this celibacy thing for so long, with their hormones bouncing all over the place..”
“At least yours is self-imposed.”
“Oh, Cam, it can’t have been that long.”
“It really, really can. 7 months.”
“Christ. Why?”
“If I knew the answer, I wouldn’t have the problem.”
“Yikes.”
“Thanks a lot, Angela, for your caring and support.”
“Sorry. Hey look, here they come. And there they go, right in to her office.”
“I’m with you on this, Angela. I know for a fact that Seeley at least is getting something on a regular basis.”
“I knew it! Was he looking all extra-smoldery or something?”
“No, it’s his shirt and shoes.”
“What?”
“When he’s busy, well, getting busy, he neglects to take care of the smaller things. He doesn’t shine his shoes as often, and he doesn’t take his shirts to the cleaners as much, so they more crinkled than usual.”
“Wow. That’s amazing, Cam.”
“Not that amazing. Just a benefit of knowing him a long time. And I agree, he looks extra-smoldery. Not that I ever would utter that phrase.”
“Never heard it.”
“I’m glad we understand one another.”
*
“You know, I really did want to see that movie.”
“I’ll take you tomorrow, if you’d want. And I didn’t hear you complaining earlier.”
“I’m not complaining. Really.”
“Okay. Because if you were, I could find some way to make it up to-“
“Booth, we’re not in front of Sweets now.”
“I should hope we’re not. And please tell me that the idea of that isn’t sexy to you, because there are a lot of things I’m willing to do for you, but-“
“Booth, be serious.”
“I am serious.”
“Why didn’t you answer my question?”
“When did you ask me a question?”
“In front of Sweets.”
“Oh. That question.”
“Yes.”
“The question about what I wanted this to be.”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t answer it because we were in front of Sweets.”
“Then will you answer it now?”
“I…what do you want me to say?”
“I want you to say whatever it is you want to say.”
“I really don’t think you do.”
“What do you mean?”
“Earlier, in Sweets’ office, you said that this was just sex.”
“Until you tell me any differently, that’s exactly what I think it is.”
“Why do I have to be the one? Do you want it to be something different?”
“I…I don’t…I don’t know, Booth.”
“Then maybe I need to go.”
“Wait. I don’t want you to go.”
“Why?”
“It’s…I like it better when you’re here. I don’t know what that means, but I know that I do.”
“You like it better when we have sex, or just when I’m here?”
“Both.”
“I like both better, too.”
“Then we’re both.”
“Yes.”
“The sex and the just being here.”
“Yes. And possibly a movie at some other time when we’re in the mood for it.”
“And coffee.”
“Bones, that goes without saying. Coffee.”
“So, we’re coffee, and being here, and sex, and possibly a movie.”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
“Good. That we’ve straightened that out.”
“Yes. Good. What about work?”
“What about it, Bones?”
“How are we supposed to act? I’m fairly certain that we’re not supposed to be having sex in the broom closet.”
“I thought you enjoyed that.”
“I wasn’t commenting on whether I enjoyed it; I was commenting that it probably wasn’t very professional.”
“Okay, so no sex in the broom closet. I can behave myself if you can.”
“I’m perfectly capable of controlling my sexual urges, Booth.”
“That wasn’t the song you were singing 30 minutes ago.”
“Come on, be serious.”
“I am. Why don’t we just act like we always do?”
“Would that…I mean, is that okay?”
“Of course it’s okay.”
“I didn’t know if we were supposed to….”
“Supposed to what?”
“I don’t even know. Talk to one another differently, bicker less, change the way we act.”
“I don’t think we need to do any of those things.”
“Do we tell people?”
“Do you want to tell people?”
“I don’t like lying to Angela.”
“And if you tell Angela, the whole world will know in 30 seconds flat.”
“That’s the likely outcome. Would that bother you?”
“Why would that bother me?”
“Perhaps you want to leave the opportunity open for you to pursue other sexual conquests.”
“Bones, you can’t be serious. Wait, you’re not serious. I see that smile. You’re actually are kidding.”
“I am.”
“Come here, so I can wipe that smug grin off of your face.”
“I don’t think that’s going to happen, if you’re planning to do-“
“What were you saying, Bones?”
“If you were planning…to…”
“Planning to what?”
“Booth?”
“Yes, Bones?”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
.
“What?”
“You know what.”
“Angela…”
“Bren…”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Like hell you don’t. I saw the way Booth looked at you when he left your office this morning.”
“He didn’t look at me any differently than he normally does.”
“Oh hell yes, he did.”
“Then how did he look at me, Angela?”
“Like he wanted to throw you down on your desk and-“
“Angela!”
“What? Sweetie, if something happened, I’m happy for you.”
“Well, nothing happened.”
“Okay. If that’s what you say.”
“That’s exactly what I say.”
“Fine. But for what it’s worth - and trust me, my opinion on this should be worth very much - Booth wants to have sex with you.”
“You’ve been saying that for years.”
“Yeah, I have.”
“Then what makes you anymore right now than in the past?”
“I was right in the past, too.”
“Get out, Angela.”
*
“Angela knows.”
“What do you mean? Angela knows what?”
“That we…translated.”
“We translated? Woah, she thinks we killed someone?”
“No, Booth, I’m just using that word for the other…thing.”
“OH! You mean-“
“-yes-“
“The sex.”
“Translation.”
“Right. Bones, I’m in the car; no one can hear me here. Why should I be using a code word?”
“I…I don’t know.”
“You’re cute when you’re like this.”
“Like what? And I’m not cute. Furry animals are cute.”
“You are cute when you’re trying to play secret agent.”
“I’m not playing secret agent.”
“Whatever. And why does Angela think we…translated?”
“Because of the way you looked at me when you left the office.”
“How did I look at you?”
“I don’t know; Angela said you looked like you wanted to throw me on the desk.”
“I did.”
“Booth!”
“What?”
“That’s…”
“Turning you on?”
“No, I…”
“It is turning you on.”
“Booth, we’re working. We’re supposed to be professional. There can be no turning on of any sort.”
“Hey, I’m all for being professional. You’re the only calling me, telling Angela thinks we’re having sex - sorry, translating.”
“Now you’re mocking me. That’s not very nice.”
“I’m not mocking you, Bones.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Okay, a little.”
“Well, fine. If you want to mock me, then maybe I’ll just stay home tonight. By myself.”
“Oh, come on, Bones. Don’t hit a man where it hurts.”
“You once told me that threatening to hit a man where it hurts wasn’t very effective.”
“I was wrong?”
“Are you asking a question?”
“No.”
“But you’re saying that you’re wrong.”
“Yes.”
“Because you want to…translate tonight.”
“Yes. I’d like to translate many, many…books.”
“Is this all I had to do get you to stop arguing with me for all of these years?”
“Yes.”
“Goodbye, Booth.”
“Bye. And remember - Sweets office at 2.”
“I know.”
“Hey, do you want to get lunch?”
“Lunch? Okay.”
“I’ll be there in an hour.”
“Bye, Booth.”
*
“We shouldn’t be…”
“Probably not.”
“But no one ever comes in here during lunch.”
“Bones, I mean, if you’re sure.”
“I don’t know if...what was that?”
“Stay still.”
“I will if you will.”
“Did you just make a…you know…a joke…about the junior agent?”
“Junior agent? OH. That’s what you call your penis.”
“Bones! God!”
“What? Penis. It’s a clinical term.”
“Shh.”
“Why do you call it that?”
“I…”
“Because I don’t think it’s very, um, junior.”
“Oh. You’re coming on to me, aren’t you?”
“Trying.”
“You’re doing a hell of a lot better than trying.”
*
“Okay, what’s up with you two?”
“Nothing, Sweets.”
“Why would you say something is up?”
“Dr. Brennan, your voice is pitched slightly higher than usual. Agent Booth, you are sitting farther away from Dr. Brennan than you usually do. You’re both sitting in defensive positions, as if you’re hiding something.”
“I’m not hiding anything. Bones, you hiding something?”
“No. I’m not hiding anything.”
“See there, Sweets, not hiding anything. Nothing to hide.”
“Nothing. At all.”
“Look, Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan, you’re both hiding something. I know you are. Why don’t we just cut through the part where you lie to me, and you just tell me what’s going on.”
“Okay, you know what, Sweets, you’re right.”
“Booth!”
“No, Bones, it’s better if we tell him.”
“I really don’t think it is.”
“Remember, this is a truth zone. There’s nothing you can’t tell me here, I won’t pass judgment, and-“
“Fine. We’re having sex.”
“BONES!”
“What? You were going to tell him.”
“I wasn’t.”
“But you said-“
“I was going to make something up, throw him off the trail.”
“What were you going to tell him?”
“I don’t even know anymore. You alive over there Sweets?”
“I’m…I’m…Woah.”
“Horse?”
“Haha, good one, Bones.”
“The two of you…you’re…you finally-“
“Yeah, Sweets, we are. Which you shouldn’t be so shocked about, since you’ve been going on about our…you know, our-“
“Sexual tension. That’s the phrase, right Dr. Sweets?”
“Um. Yes. Dr. Brennan, that’s right.”
“Are you okay, Dr. Sweets? You really do look sort of pale.”
“I just wasn’t expecting…that.”
“Well it’s nothing to get excited about-“
“Hey there, Bones, I think it’s pretty exciting.”
“I’m not talking about the sex itself, Booth. That is…extremely…satisfying.”
“That’s more like it.”
“Stop talking! Both of you. Stop. With the talking. I need a moment to process here.”
“You’d think we’d just told him we killed someone, the way he’s acting.”
“Translation.”
“Stop it. I told you that I didn’t like being mocked.”
“What if I say it’s flirting instead?”
“You really do like to push-“
“Both of you. This is serious. Please stop talking. For just a moment.”
“He’s usually trying to get us to talk all of the time.”
“Booth…”
“Fine. I’m being good. Quiet.”
“We’ve got to talk about how this could affect your work.”
“It doesn’t. It won’t.”
“Booth, you don’t know if that’s true.”
“Why would it?”
“Well, Dr. Sweets is going to ask what would happen if our personal arrangement ended.”
“Personal arrangement? End? What the hell are you talking about?”
“Our sexual relationship.”
“I was under the impression you were pretty happy with it.”
“I am. But we can’t predict what we will want in the future.”
“Is this your backwards way of trying to end this?”
“No! I don’t want to stop. Don’t smirk like that.”
“I’m not smirking.”
“Agent Booth, you’re sort of smirking.”
“Sweets-“
“What is the nature of this relationship? I need to know in order to make some sort of determination.”
“We’re dating.”
“Booth, that’s kind of overstating it, isn’t it?”
“What do you mean?”
“We haven’t actually been on a date. Mostly, either I go home with you, or you got home with me, and we have sex.”
“Aw, Bones, come on. You make it sound so…”
“So what, Agent Booth?”
“She’s making it sound like it’s just sex.”
“I was under the impression that’s exactly what it was.”
“Bones, you can’t be serious.”
“Of course I am.”
“After…but…it’s not just sex.”
“It’s okay if that’s what you want, Booth; I’m not complaining.”
“I don’t just want to have sex with you, Bones.”
“Then what do you want?”
“Do we really have to have this conversation in front of Sweets?”
“Agent Booth, you shouldn’t feel afraid to say anything in front of me.”
“God, Sweets, I’m not afraid. This isn’t the type of thing people are afraid of.”
“People like you? It absolutely is, Agent Booth.”
“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“You act heroically in physically dangerous situations. That’s well established. You are self-sacrificing, and generally very kind. But this, you and Dr. Brennan, you’re relationship, that’s something that does scare you, because of the way it would feel if it didn’t work out.”
“Is he right, Booth?”
“I…”
“It’s okay if he is.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Well, then, do you want to go on a date with me? Dinner, movie, whatever you want.”
“I…I think that I would enjoy that.”
“Good. Great. I uh…oh, look at the time, there Sweets, it’s time for us to go.”
“You were my last session today; you could stay-“
“No, I think we both really need to be getting back to this case, Dr. Sweets.”
“Yes. Work. The case. We have a case.”
“But I haven’t finished-“
“And Sweets, this is probably something that you could keep under your hat, if you don’t mind.”
“Why would he keep something under his hat? Sweets doesn’t even wear hats.”
“It means that he wouldn’t tell anyone about our…thing.”
“Oh! Yes. Dr. Sweets, I’d really appreciate that.”
“I…yeah. Just…yeah, I won’t tell anyone.”
“Bye Sweets.”
“Bye Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan.”
*
“I’m certain they’re doing it and not telling. I saw Brennan walking out of that broom closet near Egyptology earlier today, and her hair looked like she’d been in a windstorm. A talk, dark, hunky, FBI Agent windstorm.”
“Well, God knows it would be a relief to all of us. They’re residual sexual tension even gets me keyed up.”
“Don’t I know it. I don’t know how I’ve lasted with this celibacy thing for so long, with their hormones bouncing all over the place..”
“At least yours is self-imposed.”
“Oh, Cam, it can’t have been that long.”
“It really, really can. 7 months.”
“Christ. Why?”
“If I knew the answer, I wouldn’t have the problem.”
“Yikes.”
“Thanks a lot, Angela, for your caring and support.”
“Sorry. Hey look, here they come. And there they go, right in to her office.”
“I’m with you on this, Angela. I know for a fact that Seeley at least is getting something on a regular basis.”
“I knew it! Was he looking all extra-smoldery or something?”
“No, it’s his shirt and shoes.”
“What?”
“When he’s busy, well, getting busy, he neglects to take care of the smaller things. He doesn’t shine his shoes as often, and he doesn’t take his shirts to the cleaners as much, so they more crinkled than usual.”
“Wow. That’s amazing, Cam.”
“Not that amazing. Just a benefit of knowing him a long time. And I agree, he looks extra-smoldery. Not that I ever would utter that phrase.”
“Never heard it.”
“I’m glad we understand one another.”
*
“You know, I really did want to see that movie.”
“I’ll take you tomorrow, if you’d want. And I didn’t hear you complaining earlier.”
“I’m not complaining. Really.”
“Okay. Because if you were, I could find some way to make it up to-“
“Booth, we’re not in front of Sweets now.”
“I should hope we’re not. And please tell me that the idea of that isn’t sexy to you, because there are a lot of things I’m willing to do for you, but-“
“Booth, be serious.”
“I am serious.”
“Why didn’t you answer my question?”
“When did you ask me a question?”
“In front of Sweets.”
“Oh. That question.”
“Yes.”
“The question about what I wanted this to be.”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t answer it because we were in front of Sweets.”
“Then will you answer it now?”
“I…what do you want me to say?”
“I want you to say whatever it is you want to say.”
“I really don’t think you do.”
“What do you mean?”
“Earlier, in Sweets’ office, you said that this was just sex.”
“Until you tell me any differently, that’s exactly what I think it is.”
“Why do I have to be the one? Do you want it to be something different?”
“I…I don’t…I don’t know, Booth.”
“Then maybe I need to go.”
“Wait. I don’t want you to go.”
“Why?”
“It’s…I like it better when you’re here. I don’t know what that means, but I know that I do.”
“You like it better when we have sex, or just when I’m here?”
“Both.”
“I like both better, too.”
“Then we’re both.”
“Yes.”
“The sex and the just being here.”
“Yes. And possibly a movie at some other time when we’re in the mood for it.”
“And coffee.”
“Bones, that goes without saying. Coffee.”
“So, we’re coffee, and being here, and sex, and possibly a movie.”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
“Good. That we’ve straightened that out.”
“Yes. Good. What about work?”
“What about it, Bones?”
“How are we supposed to act? I’m fairly certain that we’re not supposed to be having sex in the broom closet.”
“I thought you enjoyed that.”
“I wasn’t commenting on whether I enjoyed it; I was commenting that it probably wasn’t very professional.”
“Okay, so no sex in the broom closet. I can behave myself if you can.”
“I’m perfectly capable of controlling my sexual urges, Booth.”
“That wasn’t the song you were singing 30 minutes ago.”
“Come on, be serious.”
“I am. Why don’t we just act like we always do?”
“Would that…I mean, is that okay?”
“Of course it’s okay.”
“I didn’t know if we were supposed to….”
“Supposed to what?”
“I don’t even know. Talk to one another differently, bicker less, change the way we act.”
“I don’t think we need to do any of those things.”
“Do we tell people?”
“Do you want to tell people?”
“I don’t like lying to Angela.”
“And if you tell Angela, the whole world will know in 30 seconds flat.”
“That’s the likely outcome. Would that bother you?”
“Why would that bother me?”
“Perhaps you want to leave the opportunity open for you to pursue other sexual conquests.”
“Bones, you can’t be serious. Wait, you’re not serious. I see that smile. You’re actually are kidding.”
“I am.”
“Come here, so I can wipe that smug grin off of your face.”
“I don’t think that’s going to happen, if you’re planning to do-“
“What were you saying, Bones?”
“If you were planning…to…”
“Planning to what?”
“Booth?”
“Yes, Bones?”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
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