Fic: Miami (Double Drabble #24)
Title: Miami
Pairing: Booth/Brennan
Prompt Table: Romance
Written for:
drabble123
Prompt: #3 (Comfort)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
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A chill wind whips against them as they trudge back to his SUV. It whistles in Booth's ears and creeps under his sleeves, making him shiver beneath his coat. His breath puffs out in a cloud ahead of him; he sighs and quickens his steps, pausing to shoot a dirty look at the man who steps in his path. "Watch where you're going, buddy," he bites out.
Winter sucks. He's tired of the gray skies and the cold that's soaked deep into his bones. Why is he freezing his ass off in D.C. instead of lying on a beach in Miami and letting the sun warm him from the outside in? Maybe it's time for a vacation. A couple days of sand, sea, and booze could be exactly what he needs.
When he reaches his car, he realizes Brennan is no longer with him. "Come on, Bones. Hurry up." Scowling, he turns on his heel to see what's holding her up.
She stands several feet behind him, arms outstretched. "It's snowing," she says, and there's something in her voice that makes him glance first at the sky and then back at her upturned face.
Maybe Miami can wait a while.
Pairing: Booth/Brennan
Prompt Table: Romance
Written for:
drabble123
Prompt: #3 (Comfort)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
Click here for fic index.
Click here to read the other drabbles in this series.
A chill wind whips against them as they trudge back to his SUV. It whistles in Booth's ears and creeps under his sleeves, making him shiver beneath his coat. His breath puffs out in a cloud ahead of him; he sighs and quickens his steps, pausing to shoot a dirty look at the man who steps in his path. "Watch where you're going, buddy," he bites out.
Winter sucks. He's tired of the gray skies and the cold that's soaked deep into his bones. Why is he freezing his ass off in D.C. instead of lying on a beach in Miami and letting the sun warm him from the outside in? Maybe it's time for a vacation. A couple days of sand, sea, and booze could be exactly what he needs.
When he reaches his car, he realizes Brennan is no longer with him. "Come on, Bones. Hurry up." Scowling, he turns on his heel to see what's holding her up.
She stands several feet behind him, arms outstretched. "It's snowing," she says, and there's something in her voice that makes him glance first at the sky and then back at her upturned face.
Maybe Miami can wait a while.