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"Icecream?" Brennan muttered with barely feigned disdain as she watched Booth put the large tub of chocolate-chip ice-cream on the table.

"With a large helping of whipped cream," Booth announced, grinning like a little kid. "Oh come on Bones, don't give me that sad face...it's chocolate, chocolate's good for the soul."

"The notion of a 'soul' is--"

Booth shook his head slightly, waving the spoon in his hand around in an agitated matter. "Don't give me that. Just because you didn't like my last creation doesn't mean I should give up on it."

"Technically, it is not 'your' creation."

"Take the fun out of it, will you?" Rolling his eyes, Booth dipped his spoon in the whipped cream covered tub, and took a bite. "It's really good you know?"

"Your attempts to convince me to try the chocolate ice-cream aren't very successful."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

Booth muttered something around a spoon-full of ice-cream as he gave her his patented puppy-dog look. But all it got him was a set of raised eyebrows, and an unimpressed look as she crossed her arms over her chest. He knew that posture; it meant that she wasn't going to budge no matter what he tried or did.

He scooped up some more ice-cream and placed it in his mouth, all the while watching her from the corners of his eyes. Suddenly he stopped chewing, and frowned.

"What's wrong Booth?"

"I don't know," he answered, confused, as he stared at his spoon and then at the ice-cream in front of him. "Something's off." He grabbed the tub and sniffed it, frowning even more.

"Something's wrong with the whipped cream?"

Booth shrugged and held the tub underneath her nose, smirking slightly as he did, which only seemed to confuse Brennan more. "I don't see or smell anything..." Her last words were cut off as he suddenly raised the tub, covering her nose, and her cheeks in whipped cream.

Snorting with laughter, Booth put the tub down again. He watched as her eyes blinked in confusion, a horrified expression on her face, and a big dolup of whipped cream covering the tip of her nose.

"Oldest trick in the book, Bones..." he chuckled as he went back to eating the ice-cream.

"I can't believe you just did that..." Brennan mumbled, as she stared daggers at her partner. She narrowed her eyes for a second with an annoyed look on her face as she wiped the whipped cream from her nose and cheeks. Looking at her now whipped-cream covered index finger, she smirked and slowly licked off it's contents, noticing with barely veiled amusement as the spoon that had been on a trajectory towards Booth's mouth froze mid-flight.

With his attention diverted, she shot out her other hand razor quick, scooping up some whipped cream with the other spoon and shot it towards his general direction. She repeated the move a few times, until his face was covered in the sticky goo, before she halted her actions, a satisfied smile gracing her features.

Booth sat there flabbergasted, still reeling from the erotic display of seeing her licking her fingers clean. His normally sharp reflexes had been dulled by the impact of the scene, and his blood flow had rapidly been diverted towards a spot more south.

Brennan froze as he suddenly grabbed the entire tub, her eyes widening in shock and fear at the look of determination on his face. "Booth..."

"Relax Bones, I learned my lesson, beer trumps ice-cream" He stated dryly as he deposited the entire tub in the trash can, washed his face, and grabbed 2 beers from his refrigerator. "Least you can't throw these at my face."

"Actually..."

"Don't even think about it Bones!"

Fade to the black...