Disclaimer: The only thing I claim is the plot, which I hope I won't regret later. The characters aren't mine, neither is the song or its lyrics.
Rating: T...a few bad words—two I think.
A/N: This idea just came to me randomly, so, I sat in front of my computer and the story pretty much wrote itself. Here it is...

Dry Bones

Seeley Booth is a very crucial member of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. His job is important to the safety of many people, not just in Washington, D.C. but throughout the whole world. He's a snappy dresser and a damn good shot. All of these attributes should merit the attention and respect of anyone in his presence. Usually, it worked, too, except on Temperance Brennan. She, apparently, was immune to his charm.

So, there he stood in the Jefferson Lab bored out of his mind. His partner droned on in complex technical jargon about skeletons and the dead. Naturally, none of it made even a little sense to Booth.

Brennan's voice pulled him out of his reverie, "Booth, have you been listening to anything I've said?"

"Huh? Oh, sure, Bones, of course." Ha! Yeah, right! Any more of this and I'll willingly go talk to Zach.

"You're a liar. And don't call me Bones."

Trying to prove her wrong, Seeley amended, "No, really, I heard you."

Brennan gave a grunt of disbelief and pressured, "Good, then explain it to me in your own words."

Oh shit. Okay, think, Booth, think! She was going on about bones (duh!), but what else? Fuck. Well, I'll give it a whirl… "Please, Bones, have some faith."

"Booth," she warned impatiently.

Yeah, can't stall much longer. She does look kinda pissed. "Um…well, as you were saying, it's painfully obvious that, err, the foot bone connects to the leg bone. And the leg bone, that connects to the knee bone. And the knee bone connects to the thigh bone."

Bones couldn't suppress the smile that sneaked across her lips. To tell you the truth, she was even boring herself and it was nice to get a reprieve, even if it was Booth acting dumb.

Encouraged by her reaction, Seeley continued the game, "The thigh bone connects to the back bone which connects to the neck bone. From there, the neck bone connects to the head bone."

At this, Brennan finally came to her senses—the song was getting ridiculous. Besides, everyone knows there is not such thing as a 'head bone.'

But Booth hadn't finished, and he intended to do so, "And then the head bones connects to the, er, mouth bone. And the mouth bone connects to—"

"Booth!" Bones was outraged—a mouth bone?!

"The mouth bone connects to Booth?"

Seeley was elated. Time to tease and seduce Bones!

"I'm not sure if that's anatomically correct, but you're the doctor so you must know best. And if you think the mouth bone connects to Booth, then…"

Seeley leaned forward, his face centimeters from his partner's. Brown eyes bore into blue for a moment, each a pool of fiery passion. They both closed the distance that separated them. Mouth bones connected.