Disclaimer: I'd rather own a chocolate factory. Maybe I could own the Star Bars factory. I did make it up.

This one is as a result of three (yes three) chocolate muffins at lunch. So don't judge. 

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"It's to raise money for a new computer lab at Parker's school, Bones. You don't have to eat it. Just show your support."

"Can't I just donate money to the cause? They really aren't my favourite chocolate bar." Brennan continued to look at the screen of her lap top.

They were outside, sitting on a picnic table under a large tree, eating lunch. It had been suggested by Booth, as their normal lunchtime hangout was today packed with persons in the city for a comic book conference. Brennan was typing a report and Booth was trying to peddle candy.

"Dammit. They're melting. Come on Bones. You can do that too, but Star Bars are really good. They have almonds and nougat and little chewy…things. They taste good. Just buy a few."

"I told you. I don't like them."
"Milk Chocolate, Bones! What's not to like, really? And they will taste even better once you remember it's for a worthy cause." He flashed a candy bar in front of the computer screen, made it walk across her range of vision. In a squeaky, barely seductive voice, he said, "Hey Temperance. I'm a yummy juicy Star Bar. Don't you wish you could tear off my wrapper and ravish me?"

She looked up at him, "Are you neglecting to take some kind of medication?"

"Come on, Bones! So far I've only sold one box. Out of ten! You gotta help me."

"Booth, what you need is a better marketing strategy. I refuse to eat something I don't like." She buried her head back in her work.

"Why don't you like them?" he asked her.

"I just don't Booth."
"Come on. They're good."
"I don't think so."

"Come on. Take a taste test."
"I do- mmmmph!"

As her mouth opened, Booth crammed a piece of chocolate in on his finger. He didn't realize his finger had gone in too until he felt her tongue swirling around it. Her eyes were wide as saucers with a hint of confusion. He on the other hand, had a reaction that was causing him to squirm on the picnic table they were sitting on.

"Uh…woops. How does it taste?" he said, then he winced, "The candy. I mean the candy."
He took his finger out of her mouth, and then watched as she chewed and watched him back. Her brows came together in confusion.

"Just as bad as the last time. I really don't like it."

"Hmmm," he said thought fully, putting a piece in his mouth.

"But maybe if I tried it a different way…"

Suddenly she leaned forward and caught his mouth with hers. He made a sound of surprise as she leaned closer and closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. There was a tongue battle, the heat of which caused the candy to melt on both their tongues. She pulled away after what seemed like a really good eternity, and smiled.

"No. Still bad."
"I don't think it's that bad," said Booth, his heart hammering. Did she really just kiss him and act like it was nothing?

"Well I do. Aren't I entitled to my own opinion?"

"Not when it's stupid," he said childishly.

"I happen to like chocolate very much, Booth" she said, sounding defensive, and if it were possible, seductive at the same time.
"What kind of chocolate?" his voice was low and husky.

"Many types. I happen to have a big bottle of chocolate syrup in my fridge at home," she said in a low whisper.

"Oh, yeah?" he leaned even closer to her, his pants getting uncomfortable as he did the math; Bones-plus-chocolate syrup-plus-him-equaled half of his dreams in recent years.

"Yes. Along with chocolate ice cream, cherries and sprinkles. All the ingredients of a good sundae."

"It should be very tasty," he said, his gaze drifting to her chest.

"Oh, yes, Booth. So good I go positively orgasmic as I taste it," just to show she had noticed him looking at her, she let her eyes do a long glance down to his lap. "Why don't you come over sometime and I'll make one for you?"

"Sure. As long as you make it with a dash of…"
"You two!"

They turned to see Cam coming out of her car and heading towards them. Bones quickly handed Booth her lap top and he put it over his problem area.

"What is it?" Booth asked Cam as she neared the table.

"The lead suspect in the Fireman in the Freezer case? His body was just found in an ice machine."

"Dammit," said Booth, not only because he had to go look for a new suspect, but also because he was now expected to get up.

"Um…he's coming into the in about an hour," said Cam.

"Good! I mean, yeah, okay, meet you there in n hour," Booth realized he was nodding profusely and stopped.

"Oookay," Cam turned away and back to her car.

As Booth breathed a sigh, Brennan smiled.

"We have an hour to kill. Do you wanna go make sundaes?"

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Tee hee hee. That was naughty.

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