Prompt 10: Cookies

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Booth entered the house and found his wife and children in the kitchen baking. The aroma making his mouth water, Booth entered the kitchen and looked around for whatever it was that was making him hungry. "Okay, what are you making? It smells really good in here."

While scooping a gingerbread cookie from the baking sheet, Brennan slid it on a cooling a rack and warned her husband, "These cookies are for the Daycare Christmas party, Booth. You can't have any . . . Emma C's mother promised to make cookies last year and she brought store bought cookies instead. She said they were homemade, but of course anyone of average intelligence could tell she was lying. I volunteered to make them this year so that the children wouldn't be subjected to palm kernel oil and the preservatives found in most manufactured cookies."

Disappointed, Booth leaned against the counter and watched Christine and Hank decorate already cooled cookies with colorful frosting. "What the hell, Bones . . . not even one cookie?"

Aware that Booth wanted a fresh baked cookie, Brennan slowly shook her head. "I'm sorry. I have one cookie for each child plus the Day Care workers. If I give you a cookie then someone will have to do without."

Dipping his finger in the green colored frosting, Booth licked his finger. "Okay, but it isn't fair to torture me like this. Making me smell the cookies, but not letting me have any is kinda cruel."

Sad that her father wasn't allowed to have a cookie, Christine looked at her mother and made a suggestion. "Mommy, Daddy can have my cookie. I don't need one."

Surprised at the offer, Booth smiled and patted his daughter's hand. "Nah, that's alright. I don't want you to have to watch your friends eat a cookie and you do without. Don't worry about it, Munchkin. I still have my bag of Oreos, I'll have some of those."

Booth moved across the kitchen, found his Oreos in the cabinet and brought the bag back to the counter. Removing one of the cookies from the bag, Booth dipped his finger in the red frosting Hank was using and wiped it on the top of his Oreo. Taking a bite, he sighed in pleasure. "Oh God, this is good." Chewing the cookie with relish he eyed the frosting and debated whether or not to make another festive Oreo.

Alarmed, Brennan shook her head. "Booth, we need the frosting for the cookies we're making."

His plan ruined, Booth picked up his bag of Oreos and left the room. "Fine . . . me and my cookies are going to watch the game."

Rolling her eyes, Brennan commented, "Oreos can't watch TV, Booth."

Giggling, Hank and Christine continued to frost their cookies.

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After the children had taken their baths and were in bed Booth cleaned up the bathroom while Brennan cleaned up the kitchen. Once he was done, he walked into the kitchen, grabbed a beer and started to leave when Brennan stopped him. "Wait Booth. I have something for you." Removing a plate from the cabinet overhead, she removed the paper towel covering it and handed the plate to Booth. "While you were bathing the kids, I made you a gingerbread man. It was still warm when I put on the frosting so it melted a little."

Surprised, Booth took the plate from her and looked at the cookie. A little shocked, Booth's mouth fell open in surprise.

Not sure why he was reacting the way he was, Brennan frowned. "I thought you wanted a gingerbread cookie. That's why I made you one."

Finding his voice, Booth cleared his throat. "Bones, you didn't make any cookies like this for the Day Care Christmas party did you?"

Irritated, Brennan used her finger to remove some of the frosting from the cookie and licked it. "Of course not Booth. I am aware that anatomically correct gingerbread men might not be appropriate for most children. I made this one just for you . . . I wanted to amuse you."

Relieved, Booth stopped his wife from stealing more frosting from his cookie. "It is pretty . . . um . . . funny. Um . . . it's not what I expected that's for sure." Leaning over he kissed her, tasting the frosting she had just eaten. "Um, delicious, better that on Oreos."

Taking the plate from his hand, Brennan placed it on the counter. "Does the cookie give you any ideas?"

His hands now freed he moved them to her waist, glanced at the cookie and then back at Brennan. "Yeah . . . a glass of cold milk will help wash that cookie down."

Outraged, Brennan pushed on his shoulders. "What . . . No, Booth, you were supposed to say that . . ."

Interrupting her with a kiss, Booth felt her mold her body closer to his. Once they had to separate to catch their breath, Booth laughed. "I was just teasing, Bones. That cookie gives me plenty of ideas all of them pretty naughty."

Amused, Brennan laughed. "I thought it would."

Releasing Brennan, Booth picked up the plate. "You know we should take this with us. We can have a snack later tonight and this would definitely fill us up . . . of course, I'll still need some milk."

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