Fic: Starving (Ficlet #52)
Title: Starving (Ficlet #52)
Series: All That Lies Between Us
Word Count: 330
Rating: PG
Characters: Booth, Brennan, Angela
Timeline: Set two months after The Santa in the Slush
Spoilers: Oblique reference to something in The Santa in the Slush.
Notes: I wrote this to cheer myself up after the end of The Wire, one of the finest TV shows I've ever watched.
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely mean to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
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"Bones! Let's go. It's lunchtime, and I'm starving."
Brennan turned her attention away from Angela to see Booth peering at her from the doorway. "You're always starving. Mealtimes don't appear to have anything to do with it."
"I'm going to ignore that because I"--he grinned and pointed his thumbs at himself--"am in a very good mood."
"And why might that be?"
"Because it's Wednesday," he said, a stunned expression on his face, "and that means it's chili day at the diner."
Wrinkling her nose, Brennan said, "Then perhaps we should take separate cars."
"Is this a secret code for you two?" Angela shifted on the couch, turning to look at Booth. "You never ask me to join you for lunch." The mischievous smile playing about her mouth telegraphed the lascivious intent of her next words before she even spoke them. "So, does 'chili day' mean you're about to sneak home for a quickie?"
"Angela, just because you and Hodgins run off to the Egyptian exhibit during lunch doesn't mean everyone else is doing similar things."
"But they should be," Angela replied, her voice warm with laughter.
Groaning, Booth covered his ears. "I'm so not listening to this."
"Especially you two. This much unresolved sexual tension could be hazardous to your health. One day you'll just explode."
"That's scientifically dubious, Angela. People don't explode from sexual tension, and furthermore--"
"Honey, there's a first time for everything."
"--there is no unresolved tension of any kind between us, but if there was, it was resolved on Christmas Eve." Brennan stood and moved swiftly toward the door.
"What? Get back here, Bren."
"You heard Booth, it's chili day," she called over her shoulder, biting back a smile.
"You owe me an explanation, missy. Don't think I'm going to forget this," Angela said.
"That was cruel... So,"--Booth settled his hand at the small of her back--"your place or mine?"
"Mine," Brennan replied, grinning when Booth rolled his eyes. "What? It's closer."
A/N: It's like Booth said--"Everything happens eventually." ;)
Series: All That Lies Between Us
Word Count: 330
Rating: PG
Characters: Booth, Brennan, Angela
Timeline: Set two months after The Santa in the Slush
Spoilers: Oblique reference to something in The Santa in the Slush.
Notes: I wrote this to cheer myself up after the end of The Wire, one of the finest TV shows I've ever watched.
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely mean to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
Click here for fic index.
Click here to read the other drabbles in this series.
"Bones! Let's go. It's lunchtime, and I'm starving."
Brennan turned her attention away from Angela to see Booth peering at her from the doorway. "You're always starving. Mealtimes don't appear to have anything to do with it."
"I'm going to ignore that because I"--he grinned and pointed his thumbs at himself--"am in a very good mood."
"And why might that be?"
"Because it's Wednesday," he said, a stunned expression on his face, "and that means it's chili day at the diner."
Wrinkling her nose, Brennan said, "Then perhaps we should take separate cars."
"Is this a secret code for you two?" Angela shifted on the couch, turning to look at Booth. "You never ask me to join you for lunch." The mischievous smile playing about her mouth telegraphed the lascivious intent of her next words before she even spoke them. "So, does 'chili day' mean you're about to sneak home for a quickie?"
"Angela, just because you and Hodgins run off to the Egyptian exhibit during lunch doesn't mean everyone else is doing similar things."
"But they should be," Angela replied, her voice warm with laughter.
Groaning, Booth covered his ears. "I'm so not listening to this."
"Especially you two. This much unresolved sexual tension could be hazardous to your health. One day you'll just explode."
"That's scientifically dubious, Angela. People don't explode from sexual tension, and furthermore--"
"Honey, there's a first time for everything."
"--there is no unresolved tension of any kind between us, but if there was, it was resolved on Christmas Eve." Brennan stood and moved swiftly toward the door.
"What? Get back here, Bren."
"You heard Booth, it's chili day," she called over her shoulder, biting back a smile.
"You owe me an explanation, missy. Don't think I'm going to forget this," Angela said.
"That was cruel... So,"--Booth settled his hand at the small of her back--"your place or mine?"
"Mine," Brennan replied, grinning when Booth rolled his eyes. "What? It's closer."
A/N: It's like Booth said--"Everything happens eventually." ;)