47. Starve
"Bones! Come on! If you don't hurry up I'm going to starve to death!"
"Assuming you remained hydrated, it would take approximately thirty to forty days before you starved to death, Booth."
"Bonessssss!"
"I'm going as fast as I can, Booth. If you hadn't insisted we have intercourse in the shower we wouldn't be having this problem."
"I did not insist anything, Bones, it's not my problem that you can't resist me."
"It's hard to resist you when you're performing oral sex on me, and then pinning me against the wall."
"I didn't hear you complaining, Bones."
"Why would I complain? It was very enjoyable."
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"Wow— Bones, you look— wow."
"Really?"
"Bones, you look beyond gorgeous. Now, come here."
—
"Believe me now?"
"Mhmm."
"Since when were you insecure about your looks, Bones?"
"Since I've given birth to three children, and I haven't lost all the baby weight yet, and—"
"Bones, you know I don't care about how you look, right? I loved seeing you pregnant, and now I love seeing you with our children. So what, you haven't lost all the baby weight yet? It just reminds me that for nine months you carried around and protected our daughter. You've given me three wonderful children, and you're so great with Parker, Bones, nothing else matters, okay?"
"Okay."
"I love you, Bones."
"I love you, Booth. Thank you."
"For what?"
"Everything."
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"We should go, I don't want you to starve to death, I'd miss you too much. Also, who would I get to make love to me in every possible location?"
"Okay, we're leaving now. No one else is ever getting you, Bones."
"You're being very possessive."
"You're mine aren't you, Bones?"
"Of course, like you are mine, but—"
"No one else, Bones."