SnoopGirl, you maybe won't like this one.
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Brennan marched up to her partner, who was sitting at her dining table completing paperwork.
"Are you doing this deliberately to annoy me?" she asked, her arms folded and her eyes boring a hole into the back of Booth's neck.
"Do what?" he asked, looking up. He had thought living under the desert sky spending nights without a blanket would be the worst place he would have to live in his lifetime. But that was easy compared to living with his partner these last two weeks. It was hard to believe that she was the one who offered to let him move in when his house got flooded (forgetful old lady who lived her bath faucet running) but now here she was, standing over him, arms folded over her lime green silk camisole that was the top to her lace and silk shorts pajamas, boring a hole into his face with her eyes, griping about something else that he presumably did wrong.
"You left the toothpaste uncapped, Booth! I asked you over and over to please put the cap back on the toothpaste!"
"Well sorry Bones, I didn't mean to leave you precious toothpaste uncapped. Heaven forbid!"
"Please try to remember next time. It's really annoying!"
"You know what?" Booth got up, slammed down his pen and glared at her, "You're a neat freak!"
"And you're a slob!" she shouted back.
"I am not a slob. You're just damn persnickety."
"I am not persnickety. You're just damn insensitive. It wouldn't take much energy to just put back on the cap when you're finished with the toothpaste!"
"What's gonna happen if I leave it Bones? Will the toothpaste escape?"
"No! But I like my toothpaste cap properly screwed on tightly."
He gritted his teeth in frustration, shoved past her and went towards the bathroom.
"Okay, I'll screw your damn toothpaste!"
He entered the bathroom and took up the toothpaste tube, surprised to see the cap already on.
"I put it on myself!" Bones screamed from the hallway.
"Then if you could do it yourself, what the hell are you griping about?"
She came to the bathroom door, "I just wanted to tell you that it would be courteous of you to put it back on when you're finished."
"You know what?" he put down the toothpaste and walked up to her, "Tomorrow, I'm buying my own toothpaste. Then I can leave the cap off all I want. Alright, Bones?"
"Great idea," she stepped closer to him, standing nose to nose with him, "Then you should buy your peanut butter too, because I'm tired of you dipping spoons into mine."
"You have a problem with me using a spoon in you peanut butter?!" Booth could hardly believe.
"Yes! Would it kill you to use a knife?"
"Nobody
uses a knife to scoop peanut butter!"
"I DO!"
"You must be the most irritating roommate in the world Bones! What the hell is wrong with you?"
"You want to know what's wrong with me!?"
"YES!"
"You
are what's wrong with me, Booth! I'm really tired of you being in
my space! This is my space and you're mucking it up, dipping spoons
into my peanut butter and my jam, leaving your t-shirts on the
couch, showering in the morning before me so by the time I get in
there all I can smell is Old Spice? WALKING AROUND MY HOUSE IN
NOTHING BUT A PAIR OF BOXERS!? As far as I can see, you're the
inconsiderate one?"
"Oh and you think I've got it easy? You and your damn toothpaste is driving me up the wall! And then there are the nightgowns. What do you think this is, the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show? And when you get out of the shower, there is no good reason for you to parade up and down the halls in a towel! I won't even mention the damn yoga poses!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Fifty Push-ups Every Morning! You know another thing; do not fall asleep on my bed again!"
"As long as you stop falling asleep on mine!"
"I can't wait till you leave!"
"I can't wait till I leave either!"
He made to pass by her, but thought better of it, instead putting his hands on her bottom and pulling her to him. Her lips found his like they had countless times those two weeks, and her arms wound around his neck. His hands massaged her ass through the silk shorts she was wearing and her hips wiggled in time to his caresses over his crotch. She pulled back for a moment to pull her top over her head and one of her hands massaged her breast as her lips found his again. Booth pressed her to him, catching her gasp. He put his hands over the hand that was over her breast and she let him take over.
She stopped again, this time to help him out of his shirt. Once it was off, she peppered wet kisses across his shoulder and down his chest as he pulled her shorts down.
"Booth," she said between a kiss and a bite on his shoulder.
"Hmm?" he grunted.
"One more week and you're out of here."
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