Twisted
Summary: Bones and Booth get a bit twisted in his apartment.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. Stop rubbing it in!
Fluff attack! Duck! Or don't, because it's so fluffy it won't hurt!
I know this is short (while not technically a drabble as it is not 100 words), my attention has been on "What's a Year" and some other not yet posted fics, I wanted to give the followers of this story something. I hope you enjoy it never less.
B&B
"Bones, stop squirming or I'm going to fall."
"Isn't that the point?"
"This isn't a contact sport; you aren't supposed to make me fall."
"By our current positions, I was under the impression that this is a very contact laden activity."
"If I fall, you fall," Booth grumbled.
"As long as I fall second though, that means I win…right?"
"Right!" Parker cheered.
After a busy week, Brennan appeared with Chinese takeout at Booth's apartment for an evening of fun with Parker-drenched foolery. Somehow, between watching Transformers and making a pillow fort on the couch, Parker talked the partners into a rousing game of Twister. Parker proclaimed proudly that he was to be the "spinner," the FBI agent and forensic anthropologist took their places on the flimsy plastic mat.
Currently, many spins into the game, the partners were tied into a knot; legs and arms were haphazardly entwined in a desperate struggle against gravity.
"Are you sure you don't want to play?" Booth groaned.
"No thanks daddy! You and Bones are funny to watch!"
"In a way," Brennan began, "this is akin to the entertainment that a Roman Emperor would have received in the coliseum. Except, you and I are playing this odd contortion game instead of attempting to fight one another for our lives."
"Gee, thanks Bones that makes me feel really good."
"Right hand yellow," Parker said, looking up to watch the awkward moments of the two crime fighters.
Brennan reached under Booth's convex position, sliding her hand to a yellow dot.
"Woah, getting a bit close to me there."
"It's just a game of survival," she watched as his hand slid over, brushing finger tips with hers.
Parker spun the badly balanced spinner, "Right foot blue."
Both players groaned audibly; their right feet were currently on green and blue was a long ways away.
"Dad always tells me 'no complaining,' so can't I say the same to you?"
The pair attempted to move their feet, only to collapse to the mat in a tangled and twisted heap.
"Booth! You're on my arm!"
"And you're on my leg."
Suddenly, their closeness hit them like a brick wall.
"I-I should get up now before blood circulation in my extremities."
"And… me too."
"No fun!" Parker dropped the spinner. "Next time, we play Life."
B&B
Told ya it was short. Review if you liked it or if it was too short. ;)
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