"Why do people always think we're in a sexual relationship when we barely even touch each other?" Temperance Brennan hissed to Seeley Booth as the flight attendant perched over them perkily, asking Booth to get back to his seat.
Even though that was weeks ago, Booth could still hear it in his head. He sighed.
"Booth, are you okay?" Brennan looked up at him, her face full of concern.
"I'm fine, Bones." He grinned at her.
"Well, maybe you shouldn't have pie again. There are many health benefits to becoming vegetarian…" she added as they prepared to cross the street to the diner.
"I know, Bones. You've told me the exact same thing before." His eyes darted around, checking for cars. And stopped unexpectedly on two men across the street.
They were staring at Brennan intently, nudging each other and giving her lewd stares. Booth felt an immediate urge to stride over and knock the living daylights out of them.
But of course, that wouldn't be rational, would it? And he could just bloody well arrest himself for unprovoked assault on an unarmed civilian right then and there.
Why do people always think we're in a sexual relationship when we barely even touch each other?
Booth blinked. Did she mean that people who touched each other, ahem, often, were in a sexual relationship?
They weren't sleeping together, but those men didn't do that, did they?
"Bones! Look before you cross the road, okay?" He grabbed her arm and pulled her back. She pouted.
God, did he love it when she pouted.
"It won't be too healthy for our partnership if you had to work from the hospital." He slung an arm around her shoulder and nudged her forward. Once they were on the opposite end, entering the diner, he glanced at the two men, who were looking at him with obvious distaste.
If only they knew she wasn't attached, he mused.
The door shut behind them, and his hand slid to the small of her back, guiding her to their usual table.
And that's where his hand stayed.
