Thanks to skagengiirl, who inspired me to write a second chapter. It didn't turn out quite the way I was planning, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!
The ride to the airport was spent largely in silence, often interspersed by a few seconds of thoughtless chatter.
"I still don't get what was so funny," remarked Booth speculatively.
"Probably some sort of innuendo. Angela can make a sexual reference out of almost anything," replied Brennan, looking absently out of the window at the grey tarmac speeding along beneath her.
"True. I mean, 'shaving the truffle'; what the hell's that supposed to mean?" he scoffed, taking his eyes off the road to glance at the back of Brennan's head.
"I think Angela gets kicks out of making sure that people know it's innuendo, not actually making the reference in itself. That is, it doesn't mater what it means as long as people know what she's thinking. Which, of course, is impossible," she amended quickly. "What I meant was that--"
"I know what you meant, Bones," interrupted Booth. "Angela wants us to get it on, same old, same old..."
Brennan looked at him, surprised; it was unlike him to address their relationship - or lack thereof - so directly.
"I guess."
An awkward silence ensued. Booth kept his eyes strictly glued to the road and Brennan stared pensively at the side of his head.
"Do you?" she asked quietly, praying silently that he would respond and she wouldn't be left hanging.
"Do I what?" he enquired suspiciously, eyeing her dubiously in the little mirror currently obscuring his view of the next road sign.
"Do you want us to... 'get it on'?" she repeated, slightly more confident now. Booth turned visibly red and refused to meet her gaze.
"Um... well," he spluttered nervously. "I wouldn't say no to... any advances that might be made," he said ambivalently. Brennan raised her eyebrows slightly and nodded her head slowly.
"Neither would I," she agreed, satisfied. "Say no to any advances that might be made, that is."
Booth made a noncommittal grunting noise.
"Good," he finally choked out.
"Good," she replied with amusement. "So... we should have sex."
"What?!" squeaked Booth, his cheeks -if possible - reddening even further.
"Well, we've established that neither of us object to 'advances'. If we carry on without doing anything after this conversation, the sexual tension will only increase, which Angela, of course, will sense and use to her advantage at any and every possible opportunity," explained Brennan reasonably.
"That's... true," conceded Booth, his knuckles turning white with the amount of force he was exerting on the steering wheel.
"It is," she agreed quickly. She stared at his profile for a moment longer, than spontaneously reached out, twisted his head sharply round to face hers and kissed him passionately on the lips. He didn't protest; on the contrary, he complied immediately and kissed her back vigorously, momentarily forgetting that he was meant to be concentrating on the road.
The kiss lasted for what seemed like an eternity, continuing with just as much energy as it had started with. Suddenly, a blaring horn alerted Brennan to the fact that this probably wasn't the best time for her to be 'making an advance'. She pulled away immediately and grabbed the steering wheel, yanking the car back into place on the right side of the road. The driver of the truck speeding past them stared back incredulously and made an obscene hand gesture in his wing mirror.
She laughed nervously and cleared her throat, pushing her hair back with her hand. Booth appeared to be in shock.
"So, uh... how was that for an advance?"
"We should definitely get it on."
I know, I know... anticlimactic. So sue me. Or, even better, review me!
