A/N: Hello, readers. =] I got a few little ideas, so I decided to make a sort of series of oneshots of the the little moments we missed in the two months between Getting There and Going the Distance. If you didn't read Getting There or are not reading Going the Distance...no worries. =] You can still read these if you want.
Anyway, this one will pretty much just be updated whenever a new idea comes to me and I decide to actually write it down.
Missing Moment #1:
Booth looked up at his wife, who was standing over the couch, when she plopped the hardcovered book onto his lap and sat next to him, tugging on the throw blanket so it covered both of their laps.
"Bred in the Bone, by Doctor Temperance Brennan," Booth read the title aloud in an overly animated voice, having to crack a smile when he saw the disapproving look she was giving him, "Bones, in case you forgot, I read this one already."
"I know." she assured him, taking the book from his lap and opening it up to the page that she had folded over, "consider this an English lesson. I want you to read this aloud," she pointed to the beginning of a paragraph, "from here to the end of the next page."
Booth knew she was up to something as he cleared his throat and began.
"After the long and draining case finally came to a close, and the perpetrator was locked away, Kathy invited Andy over to her apartment to share a few drinks and unwind. That was what she had planned, but when Andy showed up, still dressed in his suit from the work day, she was finding it difficult to stay on task. He was supposed to just come over for wine an-"
"Booth, can you please read in a normal voice?" Brennan asked, unable to concentrate on the words he was reading when he was doing it in the obnoxious, game show host-type voice.
"Sorry, sorry," he laughed lightly before he continued, "that was what she had planned-"
"You read that part already," Brennan told him.
"You know, you're making this very hard," he told her, "I'm still not sure why I have to read to you. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure you can read."
"I can read," she confirmed, skimming over the words, "just skip to here," she pointed to the beginning of a different paragraph.
"Alright, let's try this again," he murmured, starting from where her finger was resting, "Andy always loosened up once he had a few drinks, and Kathy had learned how to take advantage of that in their time together. When they were both undressed," Booth glanced at her, his eyebrow raised in curiosity when he read the beginning of the sentence, "he kissed a slow path from her neck to her clavicle, barely wasting a second before he-" Booth paused, looking at her with flushed cheeks, "okay, I'm not reading that."
"Oh, come on, Booth," Brennan sighed, slightly disappointed that he decided to stop before he got to the good part, "just finish it."
"No, no, no, absolutely not," he told her, skimming the rest of the paragraph, seeing that it only got worse as it went on, "get someone else to read the dirty pieces to you."
"But I'm married to you," she reminded him, "I want you to read it. And besides, you have a very good voice for narrating."
Booth closed the book, not bothering to mark the page.
"Forget it, Bones. Compliment me all you want, but I'm not doing it."
"Booth!" She complained when he stood up, placing the book in her lap before making his way to their bedroom, "Come on!"
Booth stopped and turned to look at her over his shoulder.
"If you decide you'd rather take a hands-on approach to this English lesson, I'll be in the shower," he told her.