Almost a month away from the Premiere. I am SO ready for it! And...maybe this week Ausiello will post the key art in an exclusive. Bring it, mister! We've been ready for that one for weeks so NOW would be a good time to spoil.
Oh, wait, this is an author's note. Not some message to a critic who doesn't read my fics anyway. Here's another sweet installment. If only we could get moments like this. Hopefully new promos will inspire some new ideas and who knows what the show will give us. Is it November 3rd yet?
Thanks to those who left reviews, and those who added the story to their alerts. You all rock and THANK YOU for taking the time to say something. It seems getting reviews these days is like pulling teeth so I'll gladly accept all of those I get (and the alerts) and consider them a very good sign that these drabbles aren't half bad.
B&B&B
"No Booth, you're not doing it right."
"What? Don't tell me there is a scientific way to paint a wall?"
"Well, actually there is. You know you should -," Brennan started.
"No Bones, you are NOT giving me an anthropology lesson on painting. I'm a guy! I know how to paint!" Booth defended, staring his partner down.
They were standing in the nursery of their new house, trying to get their little girl's room in a fitting color. Emphasis on 'trying' since in the past hour, the wall didn't look any better and Brennan had kept informing Booth of better painting techniques.
"Besides, you are the one screwing with the paint! Come here. There is something on your face."
Brennan waddled closer, expecting Booth to dab away the splatch of pastel purple that apparently got on her.
Unbeknownst to her, her face was still very clean. That was until Booth sneakily dabbed his finger in his brush and with a cheeky grin, dabbed his finger all over her nose.
"Booth!" A scowl showed on her face but a grin began to grow on her lips too, his gleam now mirrored in her own.
A healthy laugh echoed through the still empty nursery and a cute giggle soon followed when Brennan rolled her paint roller all over the front of his Flyers t-shirt.
"Orange looks very nice with lilac." She observed.
A gasp came from the special agent's lips and a growl followed next. "You are so paying for that, you evil woman!"
The next five minutes were spent with paint not even remotely ending up on any wall but all on the two human beings chasing each other in the small space, laughs following in their wake.
However, being eight months pregnant interfered keeping up with darting Booth and soon the amazing Temperance Brennan had to give up, much to her chagrin.
Seeing and sensing her defeat, Booth put down his brush and walked over to her, the fight out of his demeanor.
Circling his arms around her expanded waist from behind, he laid his head on her shoulder, overlooking their failed piece of work.
"Maybe we should hire some professional painters after all. I don't think we're very good at this. Although I have to say, you look very cute in purple."
Brennan turned her face his way and smiled at him. Focusing on his lips, she pressed hers against his, leaving behind some paint that she'd transfered. A snort came out when she looked at him again.
"Lilac. And so do you. Feminity suits you, Booth!"
