Nicknames (K+, fluff all the way, short drabbleshot) posted by beaglelvr on 13/9/2007

She secretly loved it when he called her 'Bones'.

Booth knew this, and that's why every morning without fail he could be found at her door at 7:00 sharp. He came with a coffee, a bagel, a charm smile and a 'Morning Bones!'. And every morning she would reply with a smile and a 'Thank you, but don't call me Bones.”

This little routine had been going on for months now and both found their mornings incomplete without it. When Booth went to Boston for a few days for a case, Bones was slightly depressed, knowing he wouldn't be at her door in the morning. To her surprise, the phone rang at 7:00 the next morning.

“Brennan.” She answered groggily.

“Morning Bones! Check your email.” Booth said cheerily.

“What? Why?” She asked, heading over to her computer to check her email.

“Just do it.”

“Okay. Bye.” He hung up.

She brought up her email account. (IluvSB at . Booth had repeatedly asked her what the 'SB' stood for. She had replied 'Ummm...Science Books...”) Clicking on the new message from Booth's email (IluvBones at . Brennan had asked the meaning of this, and he had replied 'Yeah, I love bones because... that means more cases, and cases mean I get to hang out with you guys all day and do squint stuff.)

The email was an ecard of a coffee and a bagel. It said:

'Hey Bones, I couldn't let you starve now could I? Eat something, please. I'll get into the airport around 12 tomorrow. Pick me up?

Booth'

She smiled. Now she could start her day.

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB A week later

He was mad. That insane nickname was... Arggg!!!! It was driving him crazy! He was so worked up that before he knew it, he had stormed into her office and had pinned her between her desk and his body. He stared her down, and she started right back.

“You ok, Boothy?” She asked innocently.

His control snapped.

He was kissing her fiercely, his tongue in her mouth demanding dominance, fighting, channeling three years of pent up sexual tension into her mouth. He stopped suddenly, pulling back to look her square in the eye.

“Don't. Call. Me. Boothy.” He growled into her ear, leaning down to nibble on her earlobe. She gasped, and then moaned.

“Let's go.”

They were you the door and on the road to her apartment before they knew it. It was the most awkward car ride they had ever experienced, but as soon as they got through the door to her place, the passion consumed them again and Booth lead the way to the bedroom.

Ha! Too funny. It's hilarious that their email addresses are so obvious but still they lie to each other. Hee!