Uhm... Beers, hockey, baseball, peanuts, chocolate covered peanuts, chocolate covered Bones... DAMN IT!!! Seeley! You can't do that...
Booth was quietly scolding at himself. They were sitting in the diner. He was having coffee and pie.
Bones however wasn't eating.
No He decided. She's torturing me.
She was having coffee and chocolate. Which was innocent enough. Were it not that she dipped the chocolate in the hot coffee, slightly melting it. Each time before she closed her luscious lips over the melting chocolate, she would dart out her tongue to make sure the coffee wouldn't drip of off the chocolate. And when she finally closed her lips over the chocolate, her eyelids would close.
The action's reminded him of similar actions, he would like to engage in with her.
So, being the gentleman he was or at least was trying VERY HARD (damn! wrong terminology!) to be, he tried to keep his mind occupied with anything that was NOT related with sex in any way, shape or form.
He decided to give that another go.
Uhm... grass, cows, horses, straw, hay, a roll in the hay.
He sighed loudly as he didn't succeed.
She looked at him and said: "Booth are you okay? It looks like you're having a hard day."
Booth closed his eyes, rubbed his hands over his face and answered: "You have no idea, Bones... You have no idea at all..."