Title: PDA
Author: perfectcrime, morethanexist
Fandom: Bones
Pairing: Booth/Brennan
Genre: Fluff
Words: 540 give or take
Description: Booth explains to Brennan another pop culture shorthand.
A/N: I haven't written anything in a while and haven't posted anything in even longer, so this is my first stab at fanfic in a while. Feedback welcome and appreciated.
"Look, I don't know what was wrong with the kid, I just had to deal with him every time he was sent to my office," the principle of the school said. He was annoyed, and wasn't being very helpful. The setting probably wasn't helping, outside the school during lunch, and on such a nice day, most of the school was outside. But something told him that this guy wasn't going to be very helpful anyway.
Booth sighed, frustrated. "Did he have any friends in his class? Did anyone know him?"
"I don't know, and frankly, I don't—Hey you," he was cut off yelling at some students. "Yeah, I'm talking to you, how many times do I have to tell you kids, no PDA in school." The balding man glared angrily at the couple he was addressing. "I don't very much care," he concluded.
"If you don't care about the welfare of—," Brennan started, before Booth cut her off.
"Thank you, now if I can just give you my card and if you think of anything that might be helpful please give us a call, that'd be great," Booth said and began leading Brennan away to where their car was parked in the faculty parking lot.
As she was lead away Brennan protested to Booth, "That man is hardly deserving of his job if he doesn't care about the kids at all. Teachers and principals are supposed to care at least--,"
"Just leave if be Bones," Booth told her, his hand falling to her back as he ushered her to the parking lot.
She did what she was told, staying silent through the whole car ride.
When they got to their next stop, the victim's house, she started talking again. "I do have one question," she said as they got out of the car.
"What's that?" asked Booth, coming around the car to join her on the sidewalk.
"What's PDA?" she said. Booth looked confused for a minute. "The principal yelled at the couple telling them 'no PDA' what is it?"
Booth smirked at her lack of pop culture knowledge.
"What?" she asked, smiling.
"PDA stands for Public Display of Affection," he said, his smirk changing to a grin.
"Like what, kissing?"
"Yes, Bones, when people kiss in public it's considered PDA," he said, almost laughing now.
"Like this?" she asked, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek.
"No," he said, not quite sure how to respond to her kissing him, even on the cheek.
"Like what then?" she asked.
"Like kids making out." He told her, stressing the 'kids' part hoping that she would get it.
"So more like this?" she said, taking a step closer and planting a kiss on his lips. Booth was shocked for a second, Bones was kissing him, this had to be a dream. He just stood there, a hand at her waist, not really believing what was happening until he felt her tongue press against his lips. Finally registering that this was actually happening, he began to kiss her back. She put an arm around his neck and they both forgot where they were for a minute. It wasn't until they both ran out of breath that they came back down to earth.
"Yeah more like that," Booth said when he caught his breath.
Fin.