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Re: Bones-->Three Word Story
Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that
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Re: Bones-->Three Word Story
Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate
Re: Bones-->Three Word Story
Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips
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Re: Bones-->Three Word Story
Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from
Re: Bones-->Three Word Story
Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
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Re: Bones-->Three Word Story
Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered
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Re: Bones-->Three Word Story
Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced
Re: Bones-->Three Word Story
Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant
Re: Bones-->Three Word Story
Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth
Re: Bones-->Three Word Story
Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there´s something I
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there´s something I
Re: Bones-->Three Word Story
[quote="i_heart_bones"]Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth,there's something I must tell you
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth,there's something I must tell you
boneslady29- Head of Forensics
- Number of posts : 2074
Age : 36
Location : ipswich
Say What You Want : she needs a taste of booth medicine lol
Registration date : 2009-01-06
Re: Bones-->Three Word Story
Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there's something I must tell you."
Booth's lips didn't
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there's something I must tell you."
Booth's lips didn't
Meegs82- Therapist
- Number of posts : 4106
Age : 42
Location : California, USA
Say What You Want : Dancing Phalanges! Dancing Phalanges!
Registration date : 2008-06-14
Re: Bones-->Three Word Story
Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there's something I must tell you."
Booth's lips didn't MOVE AT ALL.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there's something I must tell you."
Booth's lips didn't MOVE AT ALL.
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Re: Bones-->Three Word Story
Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there's something I must tell you."
Booth's lips didn't move at all. "Uh, Booth, this
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there's something I must tell you."
Booth's lips didn't move at all. "Uh, Booth, this
Re: Bones-->Three Word Story
Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there's something I must tell you."
Booth's lips didn't move at all. "Uh, Booth, this is awkward,
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there's something I must tell you."
Booth's lips didn't move at all. "Uh, Booth, this is awkward,
Re: Bones-->Three Word Story
i_heart, you forgot a word! You get 1 more!
Meegs82- Therapist
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Age : 42
Location : California, USA
Say What You Want : Dancing Phalanges! Dancing Phalanges!
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Re: Bones-->Three Word Story
Ah well, I'll take it anyway...
Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there's something I must tell you."
Booth's lips didn't move at all. "Uh, Booth, this is awkward, I don't want
Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there's something I must tell you."
Booth's lips didn't move at all. "Uh, Booth, this is awkward, I don't want
Meegs82- Therapist
- Number of posts : 4106
Age : 42
Location : California, USA
Say What You Want : Dancing Phalanges! Dancing Phalanges!
Registration date : 2008-06-14
Re: Bones-->Three Word Story
Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there's something I must tell you."
Booth's lips didn't move at all. "Uh, Booth, this is awkward, I don't want this to be
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there's something I must tell you."
Booth's lips didn't move at all. "Uh, Booth, this is awkward, I don't want this to be
Re: Bones-->Three Word Story
Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there's something I must tell you."
Booth's lips didn't move at all. "Uh, Booth, this is awkward, I don't want this to be weird. I want
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there's something I must tell you."
Booth's lips didn't move at all. "Uh, Booth, this is awkward, I don't want this to be weird. I want
Meegs82- Therapist
- Number of posts : 4106
Age : 42
Location : California, USA
Say What You Want : Dancing Phalanges! Dancing Phalanges!
Registration date : 2008-06-14
Re: Bones-->Three Word Story
Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there's something I must tell you."
Booth's lips didn't move at all. "Uh, Booth, this is awkward, I don't want this to be weird. I want this to be
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there's something I must tell you."
Booth's lips didn't move at all. "Uh, Booth, this is awkward, I don't want this to be weird. I want this to be
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Re: Bones-->Three Word Story
Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there's something I must tell you."
Booth's lips didn't move at all. "Uh, Booth, this is awkward, I don't want this to be weird. I want this to be how we used
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there's something I must tell you."
Booth's lips didn't move at all. "Uh, Booth, this is awkward, I don't want this to be weird. I want this to be how we used
Re: Bones-->Three Word Story
Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there's something I must tell you."
Booth's lips didn't move at all. "Uh, Booth, this is awkward, I don't want this to be weird. I want this to be how we used to be. You
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there's something I must tell you."
Booth's lips didn't move at all. "Uh, Booth, this is awkward, I don't want this to be weird. I want this to be how we used to be. You
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in a system where contemporary myths are owned by corporations instead of owned by the folk.
-- Henry Jenkins
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Re: Bones-->Three Word Story
Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there's something I must tell you."
Booth's lips didn't move at all. "Uh, Booth, this is awkward, I don't want this to be weird. I want this to be how we used to be. You must feel it
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there's something I must tell you."
Booth's lips didn't move at all. "Uh, Booth, this is awkward, I don't want this to be weird. I want this to be how we used to be. You must feel it
Re: Bones-->Three Word Story
haha apparently i was a bit slow that dayMeegs82 wrote:i_heart, you forgot a word! You get 1 more!
Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there's something I must tell you."
Booth's lips didn't move at all. "Uh, Booth, this is awkward, I don't want this to be weird. I want this to be how we used to be. You must feel it is not right."
Re: Bones-->Three Word Story
hehe, no worries! I'm slow quite often.
Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there's something I must tell you."
Booth's lips didn't move at all. "Uh, Booth, this is awkward, I don't want this to be weird. I want this to be how we used to be. You must feel it is not right."
"It's different, we're
Bones examined the remains at the grizzly crime scene. When Booth arrived, he assigned agents to stomp on the overflowing cesspool seething with disgusting, rotting, decomposing flesh. This angered the entire agency including Booth's very own Deputy Director Cullen. Booth apathetically stalked towards his partner.
"Hey, Bones! How's the soup today?"
"Tastes like cheese," she said.
"That's my girl, Bones. Now how's about we forget about this whole mess, and dance our way to the lab."
When they arrived there, Bones was sobbing hysterically. She realized that the victim had a psychiatric disorder, the same one she had been diagnosed with as an adolescent. Thinking about Booth naked was her favourite thing to imagine every minute of the day. She got distracted all the time with his hot bod and could only imagine him touching every single bit of her smooth, soft, creamy, white body. When Booth noticed the way she constantly looked at him and the look she was currently portraying, he decided it was simply enough, and he took it upon himself to tell her she better explained her thinking... She was flustered, but finally spoke up.
"Well, Booth, it's quite simple really."
"Oh, really? I don't understand. Help me try to understand."
He looked at her like a man who wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her now heated body and make her forget who she was. In return, she licked her lips thinking about what she'd do if he touched her. She wouldn't ever dream of doing it otherwise, but today it felt just right.
She took a step towards him, stretched her hand to his manly, beautiful, strong, hard and sculpted chest and sighed. He took her wrist and held it close to his heart and smiled.
"This time, we are going to make the best of our night."
"Will you let me take you to places you've never been?"
"I will. And will do the same for you."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips softly on hers.
She felt her stomach flop and her head spin. She grabbed his t-shirt and plastered her body against his, wishing they could become one.
But, in order for that to happen, they had to confess their real feelings for one another.
Brennan decided it was time to make hers known. Trembling, she stepped back and breathed deeply, only to discover Booth was about to kiss her on her neck. She trembled in anticipation, but just as Booth was leaning in, Brennan let out a very loud burp. Her eyes went went wide with what looked to Booth like embarrasment.
"Did you just-" Booth smiled, shaking his head in astonishment.
"I, uh...think I may have let that mexican I ate-" but Booth's lips stopped her from finishing her sentence.
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced at his giant bicep muscles. "Booth, there's something I must tell you."
Booth's lips didn't move at all. "Uh, Booth, this is awkward, I don't want this to be weird. I want this to be how we used to be. You must feel it is not right."
"It's different, we're
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