fic: coffee and kisses - brennan/booth
coffee and kisses. a booth & brennan fic. (893 words)
"One scoop of the coffee icecream in a cone, thanks." She uses a dainty finger to point to the little sign saying 'Coffee' in the display case, peering over to look at the rest of them. She feels like a little kid again.
Written for britishwannabe1. I finally did it!
She likes coffee, and icecream, so it's logical that she would like coffee icecream as well. So she is more than pleased when her cell rings, and it's Booth on the line, asking whether she wants to go get some coffee icecream at this new place that's opened in the street that joins onto the one near the diner (his words, not hers).
The place is nothing flash, a small little shop that is somehow reminiscent of a boutique, simply called "Icecream Parlour". The delicious smell of icecream wafts out from it, and the thought of a cool refreshment in the summer heat pleases her.Booth walks beside her, casually dressed in jeans and a T-Shirt, not the usual suit she sees him in.
That might have something to do with the fact that it's a weekend and there's no case for them to work on, however. Stepping through the threshold, she immediately faces a refrigerated display counter with dozens of flavours in different boxes, the scoop sitting idly on the side of the bench.
The man behind the counter is slightly overweight, with a grey handlebar moustashe and a shiny, bald head. He looks slightly... strange in the soft, welcoming parlour.
"What do you want, Bones?" Booth asks, smiling at her and pressing his hand on the small of her back, the comforting movement that usually helps propel her through doors. It feels slightly odd in this setting, however. She can't put her finger on it, but something seems different and it unnerves her.
"One scoop of the coffee icecream in a cone, thanks." She uses a dainty finger to point to the little sign saying 'Coffee' in the display case, peering over to look at the rest of them. She feels like a little kid again.
"I'll have the same." Booth says, placing a 10 dollar bill on the bench. The man grabs the scooper, while Brennan surveys all the posters and advertisement stuck up on the walls; there's a theatre performance next Thursday Night for mime, a picnic in the park next Sunday, and there's a new chocolate with M&M's in it.
Promptly handing over two cones, the man collects the ten dollars, punching in some numbers in the cash register and hands Booth his change. The two of them then walk outside, and sit on the flimsy cafe chairs. She leans back in her seat, meekly poking her tongue out and taking a lick of the scoop.
She hasn't done this for years. She remembers back to when the four of them had gone to the local icecreamery when she was seven, and she had ordered chocolate chip with a wafer, and was so eager to eat it that she got a big dollop of brown on her nose. Her mom had wiped it off with a serviette while Russ and her dad had laughed as her face slowly turned red. She misses that security, that sense of family.
He smiles at her, taking a bite out of his cone, taking a large chunk of icecream with it.
"Booth, you're supposed to lick icecream." She disapproves, as if lecturing a small child, without the usual harshness her voice carries; a sense of... peace lilts through instead. "Not bite it."
"What's the point in that?" You'd never finish it, Bones." He rolls his eyes childishly, patting his mouth with a serviette.
"I've eaten icecreams by licking them before, thankyou very much."
"Never said you hadn't." Another bite, another dissaproving look, another grin.
They eat in silence for a few minutes, and the conversation somehow... descends into awkardness. She laps at the icecream, and he crunches on it.
"So... this coffee flavour's great, huh?"
~~~~
The two of them walk the streets, having finished their cones. Brennan had done so with an aura of smugness, as if proud that she proved Booth's statement wrong, and he had laughed. She has her hands in the pockets of her jacket, and his swing freely by his side as he walks. Idly, topics are discussed like Parker's visit last weekend, how Russ and Amy were going, and their opinion on the best restaurant in D.C.
She still swears that Carly Victor, the chef who made fantastic mac and cheese whose death they investigated last year held that title, but Booth didn't think so. Her argument was that he'd never really been there, and his was that she'd never been to the place he was talking about.
Eventually they come to a little strip of tranquility and trees buried amidst the urban surroundings; a small playground accompanied by a sturdy, wooden park bench. They head straight for the latter, and he steps aside to allow the 'lady' to sit down first. They talk some more, birds chirp, a family walks by with a stroller and a little baby inside.
And then, they're leaning closer all of a sudden.
And their lips are touching, and it feels good. She suprises herself by not pulling away; it's a very... un-Brennan thing to do. But instead, her lips are opening, in tune with his, and she's lost in thoughts of bliss and peace and...
"The... the.. I can taste the coffee icecream in your mouth, Bones." He holds back a laugh, his shoulders shaking.
"I.. I thought you said you liked it?"
"Yeah, I do."
And they kiss again.
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"One scoop of the coffee icecream in a cone, thanks." She uses a dainty finger to point to the little sign saying 'Coffee' in the display case, peering over to look at the rest of them. She feels like a little kid again.
Written for britishwannabe1. I finally did it!
She likes coffee, and icecream, so it's logical that she would like coffee icecream as well. So she is more than pleased when her cell rings, and it's Booth on the line, asking whether she wants to go get some coffee icecream at this new place that's opened in the street that joins onto the one near the diner (his words, not hers).
The place is nothing flash, a small little shop that is somehow reminiscent of a boutique, simply called "Icecream Parlour". The delicious smell of icecream wafts out from it, and the thought of a cool refreshment in the summer heat pleases her.Booth walks beside her, casually dressed in jeans and a T-Shirt, not the usual suit she sees him in.
That might have something to do with the fact that it's a weekend and there's no case for them to work on, however. Stepping through the threshold, she immediately faces a refrigerated display counter with dozens of flavours in different boxes, the scoop sitting idly on the side of the bench.
The man behind the counter is slightly overweight, with a grey handlebar moustashe and a shiny, bald head. He looks slightly... strange in the soft, welcoming parlour.
"What do you want, Bones?" Booth asks, smiling at her and pressing his hand on the small of her back, the comforting movement that usually helps propel her through doors. It feels slightly odd in this setting, however. She can't put her finger on it, but something seems different and it unnerves her.
"One scoop of the coffee icecream in a cone, thanks." She uses a dainty finger to point to the little sign saying 'Coffee' in the display case, peering over to look at the rest of them. She feels like a little kid again.
"I'll have the same." Booth says, placing a 10 dollar bill on the bench. The man grabs the scooper, while Brennan surveys all the posters and advertisement stuck up on the walls; there's a theatre performance next Thursday Night for mime, a picnic in the park next Sunday, and there's a new chocolate with M&M's in it.
Promptly handing over two cones, the man collects the ten dollars, punching in some numbers in the cash register and hands Booth his change. The two of them then walk outside, and sit on the flimsy cafe chairs. She leans back in her seat, meekly poking her tongue out and taking a lick of the scoop.
She hasn't done this for years. She remembers back to when the four of them had gone to the local icecreamery when she was seven, and she had ordered chocolate chip with a wafer, and was so eager to eat it that she got a big dollop of brown on her nose. Her mom had wiped it off with a serviette while Russ and her dad had laughed as her face slowly turned red. She misses that security, that sense of family.
He smiles at her, taking a bite out of his cone, taking a large chunk of icecream with it.
"Booth, you're supposed to lick icecream." She disapproves, as if lecturing a small child, without the usual harshness her voice carries; a sense of... peace lilts through instead. "Not bite it."
"What's the point in that?" You'd never finish it, Bones." He rolls his eyes childishly, patting his mouth with a serviette.
"I've eaten icecreams by licking them before, thankyou very much."
"Never said you hadn't." Another bite, another dissaproving look, another grin.
They eat in silence for a few minutes, and the conversation somehow... descends into awkardness. She laps at the icecream, and he crunches on it.
"So... this coffee flavour's great, huh?"
~~~~
The two of them walk the streets, having finished their cones. Brennan had done so with an aura of smugness, as if proud that she proved Booth's statement wrong, and he had laughed. She has her hands in the pockets of her jacket, and his swing freely by his side as he walks. Idly, topics are discussed like Parker's visit last weekend, how Russ and Amy were going, and their opinion on the best restaurant in D.C.
She still swears that Carly Victor, the chef who made fantastic mac and cheese whose death they investigated last year held that title, but Booth didn't think so. Her argument was that he'd never really been there, and his was that she'd never been to the place he was talking about.
Eventually they come to a little strip of tranquility and trees buried amidst the urban surroundings; a small playground accompanied by a sturdy, wooden park bench. They head straight for the latter, and he steps aside to allow the 'lady' to sit down first. They talk some more, birds chirp, a family walks by with a stroller and a little baby inside.
And then, they're leaning closer all of a sudden.
And their lips are touching, and it feels good. She suprises herself by not pulling away; it's a very... un-Brennan thing to do. But instead, her lips are opening, in tune with his, and she's lost in thoughts of bliss and peace and...
"The... the.. I can taste the coffee icecream in your mouth, Bones." He holds back a laugh, his shoulders shaking.
"I.. I thought you said you liked it?"
"Yeah, I do."
And they kiss again.
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