Spoilers/Timeline: None/Set in future; B&B are in an established relationship.
A/N: This is a cracked out idea I got while collating for my cousin a couple months ago. It finally decided it wanted to be written on the flight down to New Orleans. Thanks to SSJL for the quick look over :)
Disclaimer: Bones is still not mine (won't they take a hint and just hand over the pen already?). Title found in Tim McGraw's Unbroken.
She spun in her chair, hoping this time it would work. For a split second - a glorious split second - she thought it had: the printer pulled the paper in and inked the first three pages of her manuscript. Then it stopped.
She groaned and pulled the paper out for the fifteenth time; this was getting ridiculous. All the settings on her computer were correct, the printer had ink and paper... so why was it malfunctioning?
"Bones, we have a-" He stopped just inside the doorway as his partner cursed and hit her printer. "That's not going to fix it."
"It's the only option left." She fell against the back of her chair and closed her eyes. "We have a case?"
"Yes, out in Maryland... You want me to look at this before we go?" He crossed behind her desk, gesturing at the offending machine. "I know your editor wants the new chapter by the end of the day."
"It's my printer, Booth, what can you possibly try that I haven't already attempted?"
"Just let me look, all right?" He raised his eyebrows and shot her a smile before opening the door to the ink cartridges. Several moments passed and she let her eyes linger over his broad shoulders and the sensuous curve of his back as he worked. "Try it now."
She turned her chair once more, clicked print, and held her breath as the machine delivered the first three pages of the document. Page four was pulled in and-
"You fixed it."
"Must have needed that Booth touch." He waggled his eyebrows as she stood and moved for her coat.
"Electronics aren't the only things that need the Boo-" She let out a laugh as she turned to face him again: a large spot of ink was smeared across his cheek. "Blush is supposed to go on both cheeks, Booth."
"What?"
"You have ink on your left cheek." She removed her completed manuscript from the printer, grinning as his hand flew up to rub away the ink. He only managed to spread it further.
"Oh, you think this is funny?" He closed the distance between them, his ink covered hands cupping her face.
"Yes." It came out a bit breathlessly and his mouth turned up as she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his. His hands fisted in her coat as she ran her tongue across his bottom lip, not caring about the ink marring her clothes; she was too intent on marking him.
"Hey, Cullen just called to say-" Cam trailed off as she hovered in the doorway, watching as Dr. Brennan pulled away and buried her head in Booth's chest. "You know, if you're going to do that, at least close the door." She shook her head and turned on her heel, leaving them standing there stunned.
"I," he took a deep breath, hands running up and down her back as he tried to steady himself, "I guess I should call Cullen back."
She sighed, mouth ghosting across his jaw before she stepped back and out of his embrace. "Yes, we can finish this later."
"Yeah," he held up his hands, "I'll bring the body paint."
"I look forward to it." She laughed and started for the SUV as he adjusted his pants and followed after her, never having been happier to be marked in all his life.