Author's note: I'm a little rusty. I hope you think this is cute though. Enjoy!
Why Angela Should Not Teach Lessons
"Why is Booth smirking like that?" Angela asked as she walked into her best friend's office. She sat down and put her feet up on the desk.
"Smirking like what?"
"Like the cat that ate the canary." And then, "like a very satisfied cat."
"We did have particularly satisfying sex last night."
"Sweetie! Details! Wait, I thought you were still arguing about where you're spending Christmas."
"Yes, I believe our disagreement continues."
"Then why would you have sex? Not that I'm discouraging it, but c'mon, you don't have sex when you're fighting."
"I'm unaware of that social convention."
Angela took a deep breath. "It's when you tell your boyfriend you won't have sex with him until he gives in."
"Oh. Is this common?"
"Common enough."
"I didn't know. So I should tell Booth we can't have sex until he agrees to go to Guatemala?"
"Well, not exactly. You could tell him you have a headache, and when he offers to get you some aspirin, tell him that you'll only feel better when you know you're going to Guatemala in a few weeks."
"And this works?"
"Like a charm." Another deep breath. "That means it works."
The next day…
"Woah, sweetie, you look exhausted. How did things go with Booth last night?"
"Great," Brennan replied, stifling a yawn.
"So you're all set for Guatemala?"
"Actually, we're going to New York for Christmas."
Angela was confused. "But you wanted to go to Guatemala, and I told you about withholding sex to get want you want. What went wrong?"
"Booth said he wouldn't sleep with me until I agreed to go to New York."
"That was a bluff!"
"He said he was calling my bluff." Brennan looked slightly disturbed. "I really believe he wasn't going to have sex with me! So I agreed."
Angela rolled her eyes. "I forgot how backwards you two are."
"Angela, he was serious about this."
"Of course."
"I almost missed out on sex."
"Right."
"And then he was doing this thing with his tongue-"
"Too much detail!"
"-and I think I agreed to let him drive my car."
"What?"
"And he might be moving in with me."
"Sweetie! That's a big step."
"Well, I was really horny," Brennan explained. "Does this withholding sex trick always go like this?"
"You shouldn't try to teach her things," Booth said from the doorway. He'd poked his head in to check on Brennan and accidently found himself in the middle of an amusing conversation. "Did you learn your lesson, Angela?"
"Yes."
"What lesson?" Brennan asked. She watched the two of them exchange a look.
"Bartering sex for choice of vacation spot is wrong?" Angela tried, then giving it a second shot, "teaching sexual bartering is wrong?"
Booth paused. "Both. C'mon, Bones, let's get out of here. Time for lunch." With a wink to Angela, he turned and walked towards the lab's exit.
"That means sex, I agreed to have sex on alternate weekdays at lunch," Brennan explained, "because every day would be too suspicious."
"Bones!" Booth called angrily, and that was the last they heard from the couple all though lunch. Because they went back to Booth's place to do it. Of course.