#024 Sitting On The Fence (Brennan/Booth)
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Title: Sitting On The Fence
Fandom: Bones
Characters: Brennan/Booth
Prompt: #024 Undecided
Word Count: 204
Rating: T+
Summary: "Still sitting on the fence there?"
Notes: Written for
fanfic50. September 13.
"Still sitting on the fence there?"
"Hmm?"
"You haven't decided what to get yet?"
"Oh, uh... no. Not quite. There are so many things to choose from."
Booth grins and watches Brennan pour over the menu in front of her. He clasps his hands together, puts his elbows on the table and rests his chin on his still joined hands.
"I think I'll go with the pasta," Brennan finally settles on. She smiles, satisfied with her decision.
"Same as me, huh?" Booth grins. He reaches over, takes her menu from her and hands it, along with his, to a passing waitress.
"The same as you," she confirms.
"Nice."
"Yes."
Another waitress takes their order and they talk until their meals arrive, some twenty minutes later. By the time they've finished eating, they've fallen into comfortable silence.
"So. Aren't you glad I tore you away from the lab?" Booth says.
Her eyes flicker up to meet his. A soft smile forms on his face.
"Yes. Yes, I am glad."
"Good," he nods. "That's good."
As they leave the restaurant, she turns to him. "We should do this again. Next week?"
He smirks. "Only if you don't take half an hour to decide what to order."
Fandom: Bones
Characters: Brennan/Booth
Prompt: #024 Undecided
Word Count: 204
Rating: T+
Summary: "Still sitting on the fence there?"
Notes: Written for
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"Still sitting on the fence there?"
"Hmm?"
"You haven't decided what to get yet?"
"Oh, uh... no. Not quite. There are so many things to choose from."
Booth grins and watches Brennan pour over the menu in front of her. He clasps his hands together, puts his elbows on the table and rests his chin on his still joined hands.
"I think I'll go with the pasta," Brennan finally settles on. She smiles, satisfied with her decision.
"Same as me, huh?" Booth grins. He reaches over, takes her menu from her and hands it, along with his, to a passing waitress.
"The same as you," she confirms.
"Nice."
"Yes."
Another waitress takes their order and they talk until their meals arrive, some twenty minutes later. By the time they've finished eating, they've fallen into comfortable silence.
"So. Aren't you glad I tore you away from the lab?" Booth says.
Her eyes flicker up to meet his. A soft smile forms on his face.
"Yes. Yes, I am glad."
"Good," he nods. "That's good."
As they leave the restaurant, she turns to him. "We should do this again. Next week?"
He smirks. "Only if you don't take half an hour to decide what to order."
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Date: 2008-10-26 08:21 pm (UTC)hmm wierd that the one taking their menus isn't the one taking the orders
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Date: 2008-10-26 08:30 pm (UTC)That's weird, huh? It happens quite often around here. *shrugs*
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Date: 2008-10-26 10:42 pm (UTC)no subject
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