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lostakasha.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Aug. 5th, 2006 11:31 pm)Author: Lostakasha
Fandom: Bones
Pairing: Jack Hodgins/Seeley Booth
Rating: R
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Don't own them. But you'd see this on screen if I did.
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slashthedrabble humor challenge.
Watching the Wheels
Perched on the edge of the sofa, Booth grazes my belt buckle with long fingers, frowning at the figure cast in pewter. Rubs his thumb over the curved relief, purses his lips.
I can actually see him thinking. Angela noticed the same phenomenon early on; she originally dubbed it the hamster wheel special but over time we’ve shortened it to “Seeley-wheelie.”
“Didn’t think you were superstitious,” he says, taking the beer I offer with a nod.
“Because I’m not.” Stand over him, take a mouthful of my own beer.
“Laughing Buddha, right? Rub his belly for luck?” He lets his hand drop and pretends to decode the Sam Adams label.
I bite back snark because it’s been a horrendously long day, my ass is dragging, and he’s enjoying playing Special Agent I’m Not Really Here To Fuck You, Just Drink Your Beer.
I wish he’d leave and let me go to bed. Alone.
“Hotei was a monk who taught that we find salvation in the now. In what we do today.”
Booth looks up at me, all Seeley-wheelie. Even I know when I’m beat.
“What the hell. Come upstairs and I’ll let you rub my balls for luck.”
Fandom: Bones
Pairing: Jack Hodgins/Seeley Booth
Rating: R
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Don't own them. But you'd see this on screen if I did.
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slashthedrabble humor challenge. Watching the Wheels
Perched on the edge of the sofa, Booth grazes my belt buckle with long fingers, frowning at the figure cast in pewter. Rubs his thumb over the curved relief, purses his lips.
I can actually see him thinking. Angela noticed the same phenomenon early on; she originally dubbed it the hamster wheel special but over time we’ve shortened it to “Seeley-wheelie.”
“Didn’t think you were superstitious,” he says, taking the beer I offer with a nod.
“Because I’m not.” Stand over him, take a mouthful of my own beer.
“Laughing Buddha, right? Rub his belly for luck?” He lets his hand drop and pretends to decode the Sam Adams label.
I bite back snark because it’s been a horrendously long day, my ass is dragging, and he’s enjoying playing Special Agent I’m Not Really Here To Fuck You, Just Drink Your Beer.
I wish he’d leave and let me go to bed. Alone.
“Hotei was a monk who taught that we find salvation in the now. In what we do today.”
Booth looks up at me, all Seeley-wheelie. Even I know when I’m beat.
“What the hell. Come upstairs and I’ll let you rub my balls for luck.”
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Why is it that this never happens on the show?
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I love that you DO this pairing...
Total love here - with some snark thrown in...
*Hugs...*
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I love that it works for you --- it's a stretch for so many folks, but I see it clearly as day. They're just so cool together.