Spoilers/Timeline: None/Set in future; Booth and Brennan are in an established relationship.
Disclaimer: Bones doesn't belong to me. I just get to play in their world from time to time. Title can be found in the Counting Crows song New Frontier.
A/N: Thanks to SSJL who, I suspect, is seeing just how big of a challenge she can give me before I throw my hands up in defeat. To fully understand this fic, check out the craigslist link in my profile.
"Booth, come here." She leaned back in her desk chair, watching as he finished reading the report in the file in front of him.
"Angela find something new?" He closed the file and reclined against the couch for a moment.
"No, it's not relevant to the case."
"Oh? Looking for some of that Seeley Booth magic?" He wiggled his eyebrows.
"Booth...." The exasperation wasn't lost on him. Adorable.
"Fine, fine." He got up, almost tripped over the blanket that kept sliding off the couch while he was working, and moved behind her desk. "What's so important that you were neglecting our case?"
"I was not neglecting it! I just thought I'd continue my research while I waited for Ange to get finished with the reconstruction."
"Bones, I know. I was just kidding." He leaned forward, elbows resting on her desk. "Now which anthropological study is this for?"
"The one I'm conducting on online communities. It's really rather intriguing. Each user fulfills their own particular rol-"
"Got it. Are you going to let me see what you were reading?"
"Yeah, look." She turned the screen for him and observed as he read, confusion and, then, disbelief quickly flying across his face.
"'You must play a robotic dinosaur or.... or orgasm cannot occur'?!" His voice went up an octave. "Who are these people?!"
"Obviously, they're individuals who cannot find people in their immediate surroundings to help them meet their biological urges."
"Right...."
"It's a perfectly logical way to find a sexual partner willing to comply with your specific needs. Think about it, you can't just look at person and know that they're interested in role playing or-" He held up a hand.
"It's sick. Emotional connection, being with the person you love-" His eyes caught hers; she shuddered, "that's what makes sex amazing. What makes for-" He glanced at the ad again, "'blockbuster nights you never forget'."
"An individual isn't sick just because they have a certain fantasy that makes them sexually excited...." She stood, crossing her arms across her chest. "In fact, I don't recall you being so adverse to fantasies the other night."
"Fantasies are one thing, Bones, to take it to this extreme...." He floundered, trying to find the words.
"I know, Booth, I know." She closed the little distance between them, brushed her lips across his, and started for the platform, pausing at the doorway to call over her shoulder, "You might have to put an ad online the next time you want to be with a Catholic schoolgirl though." He laughed before following her out into the lab. That was his Bones all right.