A/N: A little B/B piece, set around The Skull in the Desert. If Booth were staying at Angela's, wouldn't he have had to share that bed with Brennan? That's the way it's going to be here, at least. Because of time constraints, I've only watched the episode twice. Bear with any mistakes that may arise, please.
Completely inspired by both personal experience and Phantom Little Lotte's RENT story, Just For Kicks.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Sorry.
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Booth awoke to a sharp pain in his leg.
He sat up quickly, looking around for the source of his discomfort. All he saw, though, was his partner Temperance Brennan, soundly asleep beside him.
After being jabbed once again in the shin, it hit him. No pun intended, of course.
It was Brennan.
Dr. Temperance Brennan, renowned author and forensic anthropologist, kicked in her sleep.
Her foot connected with his knee.
Booth inhaled sharply through his teeth, trying not to disturb his partner.
She kicked hard.
He luckily managed to avoid her next swing, and spent a moment scooting as close to the edge of the bed as he could. Maybe this would help evade more pain.
Brennan kicked the back of his leg, and he winced.
Maybe not.
Being the FBI agent he was, he tried to tough it out, trying to keep himself from making any noise as he was attacked time and time again. Eventually, he could bear it no longer.
Slowly, carefully, he rolled out of the bed. He grabbed his pillow and sauntered over to the armchair. Booth stared at it a moment, trying to discover the most comfortable position.
He came up with nothing.
Taking a seat in the chair, he placed the pillow behind his head and leaned back.
This was going to be a long night.
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When he awoke, Brennan was sitting up in the bed he'd abandoned, watching him. Booth rubbed at his neck, sore from his unusual sleeping position. "Morning."
She just looked at him a moment before asking, "What are you doing over there?"
He smirked. "You kick."
"I do not." Temperance replied stubbornly.
"Yes. You do."
She shook her head. "No, I don't."
Booth waved an arm, gesturing for her to come closer. "Take a look at this." Brennan climbed out from beneath the sheets and walked over to him. He rolled up his right pant leg, revealing his array of just-forming bruises. "See?"
Brennan put a hand to her forehead and murmured more to herself than to him. "I kick." She sighed before meeting his gaze again and giving him an apologetic look. "I'm sorry."
He shook his head. "I've been through worse. Although you do kick pretty hard, Bones."
Smiling, she asked, "Can I make it up to you?"
Booth paused for just a slight moment in thought. "Yeah. You can sleep in the chair tonight."
And as Brennan continued their banter, only pretending to be annoyed by his request, she knew he'd end up in the bed and she'd end up in the armchair.
She liked having him around in one piece.
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End