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Parker was giggling uncontrollably and Lou was staring in silent shock, as Booth, his face now covered in marshmellow and chocolate, lifted a finger and ran it along his jaw, collecting smore. Smiling evilly at Brennan he muttered, "Oh no you didn't! All's fair!" and smeared it on her nose. Lou's bellow joined in with Parker, along with Booth and Brennan who began to laugh as well until they heard Booth's cell phone ring shrilly. Always something to ruin the moment.

"Booth...Hi Rebecca...Yeh ...Snowed in? Really?...Wow...Sure, no problem. I'd better call work too. Hmmmm. Ok, I think he'll be excited...Yep, we're having a great time. How's the skiing? Great, glad you're having a good time too. Yeh I'll call and find out. Sounds good, thanks for calling. Bye." Booth turned to find 3 pairs of curious eyes peering in his direction. "Well, um. It seems that Rebecca is snowed in, all the flights to DC got cancelled because they declared a state of emergency due to the foot of snow that got dumped on them the past 3 days. So.."

Parker began to bounce.

"YAY! Daddy does that mean we get to stay???"

Brennan's forehead creased.

"Wait, what?? They declared a state of emergency? What about the lab?"

"Bones, I'm sure the lab is just fine, snow covered, but fine just the same. But a state of emergency means that only authorized vehicles will be allowed on the roads. And it'll be near impossible to get into or out of the city, no matter what your mode of transportation. Bud, I'm not sure if we'll be staying here, Mr. Lou was kind enough to dig us out. And Daddy might have to go into work." Booth ran a hand down his face and through his hair then grimaced. Crap, marshmellow. "Let's just sit tight while I make a couple calls and see what's going on." Moving to his bathroom he pulled the chocolate smeared shirt over his head and threw it in the laundry pile, then began dialing while running warm water over a washcloth to rid his face of smore.

Parker turned to Lou, pouting, as Brennan began picking chocolate goo off her nose and fumbling for her phone. "Mr. Lou? Can you undig us out? I don't want to go home yet."

"Well Parker, I'll tell you what. Either way we have time to make another round of smores." Lou gestured to the marshmellow bag and the sticks leaning against the table, "Let's do what we can while they figure things out."

Parker grinned, "Ok Mr. Lou! At least we get to have some fun!"

Back in his room Booth was wiping his face deep in thought as he pondered his reflection in the mirror. Another night. We probably have another night! What can we do? Maybe she has more games...or maybe I can wear Parker out and put him to bed early. No, that's not fair. Hmmm. We never did make a snow man, now there's a good idea. He grinned. Ok back to the phone call to Cullen to see what's going on. "Cullen. Booth here. So what's the story? I hear you guys got dumped on..."

Pacing the living room, Brennan listened to the introduction message at the Jeffersonian and quickly dialed 15 to reach Dr. Goodman's office. "You have reached the desk of.." Groaning in frustration she snapped the phone shut. Angela, call Angela. Damn, Angela won't be able to get back from the spa either. Not that she and Hodgins will try that hard to get back to DC anyway they're having a good time relaxing and being in love...Wait a second...We're having fun up here, there's no reason to rush back. Why am I in a hurry to go back to normal, when obviously we're both enjoying the beginnings of this...this -- being together. We should enjoy the time we have. She placed the phone on the counter and smiled at Parker and Lou making smores in the fireplace as she passed on her way back to find Booth.

Hearing him in the bathroom she made her way to the door, pausing to knock softly, she then pushed it open to reveal the broad back of a frustrated shirtless Booth on the other side, talking into his phone and gesturing wildly to no one. "But Sir, it's really no problem. I can certainly-" After a pause to admire the firm planes of his back Brennan's hand reached out of it's own accord and she lightly ran a finger down the side of his neck. Booth raised a shoulder as if to rub off an offending itch. Brennan stifled a giggle, then reached out both hands and ran her nails down his spine. Booth spun quickly and dropped the phone with a clatter. "Bones" he hissed in a whisper, "What are you...Ohhhh" He moaned as she spun him back around and began kneading his tense shoulders. He reached his arm down and searched blindly for the phone. Locating it, he lifted the phone to his ear relieved that he could hear Cullen still ranting about unmanageable agents who just wouldn't take an extra day off. "Sir, yes sir - no sir, that's fine. As long as you don't need me...I'll see you Wednesday morning Sir. Goodbye." He clicked the phone shut and dropped his head as she began to rub his neck, then he placed the phone on the counter. "Bones...Why didn't I know you could do this before?"

She smirked, "Do what before?"

"This this, unghhh..." He moaned again as her hands swept skillfully over aching knotty muscles. He's so easy, if I had known it would be this easy I would have done this sooner. Wait would I really? Nahhhh. But now...Maybe he'll let me drive...

"Booth, you really should take a hot shower and just let the water pound into you. It would get rid of so much of this tension." Oh if she only knew...

He lifted her arm and turned to face her, tightening his grip to pull her closer. Looking down his eyes were drawn irresistably to her lips, and he lowered his head to taste them. After a few seconds she placed a hand on his chest and pushed away. He quirked an eyebrow at her frown. "Booth, Parker is still out with Lou. We can't stay in here. There's time for this later." He raised her hand up and kissed her inner palm gently.

"Okay, we're done. For now, but later..." He grinned and brushed past her to grab an FBI shirt from his drawer. "Later, Parker will be in bed and then...Then you can't use him as your excuse." Brennan walked out of the bathroom and leaned over his shoulder as he checked once more to make sure he had gotten all the marshmellow off his face.

In a husky whisper she said, "Excuse, oh I don't need an excuse..." and running her finger lightly along his lips she turned and went out the door to try another smore.