Short, but sweet.
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"Somehow, Bones makes sneezing cute." he had written on a napkin. They had been out in the field a lot, and she had had an allergic reaction to something unknown. It wasn't serious, but she couldn't stop sneezing.
Even hours later, out at the diner, she was still sneezing and blowing her nose almost constantly.
"I'm sorry." she said, sniffing. "I don't-" achoo "-know what it is-" achoo "-and I can't stop."
Booth was laughing and shaking his head. "You sound ridiculous!" he chuckled.
"Booth! She exclaimed, then followed it quickly by another sneeze into her napkin. "I can't control-" achoo "-it!" she blew her nose again.
He couldn't help but laugh, though, because her frequent sneezes- and indignation at his amusement- just tickled him so much.
He had scrawled it on a clean napkin the third time she had excused herself to go to the restroom. He quickly folded it up and put it in his breast pocket.
"Somehow, Bones makes sneezing cute."
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"I admire Booth's individualistic sense of style." And how could she not? She laughed to herself as she remembered the particular day she'd written it. He had been wearing one of his slim, goofy ties, his cocky belt buckle, and striped socks. The contrast of his no nonsense suit paired with these decidedly non-regulation accessories was quintessential Booth. It was a perfect reflection of his personality. He was professional and competent when needed, but he was also very funny, and knew how to let loose every once in awhile. Sometimes she wished she could be more like him, a little less buttoned up. He knew just how far to push the envelope, and she loved that goofy side of him.
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