A Pile Of Bones
AN: Hello all, and thanks to all who reviewed the last chapter! This update is inspiried by all the rain we've been having.
"You should have worn better socks Booth."
"They're my lucky frog socks. Good things happen when I wear them."
"Oh yes. I do recall you wearing those the first time we had sex." Bones remarked casually. Booth rolled his eyes, having finally gotten used to her openness about that particular subject.
"Yeah, and I wish you would have let me keep them on. They're lucky!" Booth pointed emphatically at his feet.
"Well, that's unexpected. Typically people undress completely before engaging in sexual activity. What is it with you and socks?"
"Lucky socks, mean I have good days." Booth winced as more cold water soaked his toes. His "lucky" socks had a hole in them and the chill rain water was seeping in. Thus why Bones was nagging him about proper footwear.
"While it may seem silly, keeping your feet dry is extremely important, Booth. You need to take better care of yourself!"
"Look it's not like I'm gonna get gangrene from strolling around with damp feet."
"That's accurate. Many soldiers got infections from improper footwear and constant walking during the Vietnam Era. An evening in inproper footwear could hardly be enough to cause that."
"What are you a textbook? I'm walking in a bit of rainwater, it's not like I'm walking through a rice paddy field. And why are you so worried? Worst case scenario, my feet get cold." Booth winced as a little more cold water seeped through his boots into his toes.
"Fine. I respect your decision to wear impractical socks. Freeze your toes off. You are an adult after all. I just don't know why you like such oddly patterned socks anyways."
"I just like to. It cheers me up." Booth shrugged and continued strolling. The rain had slowed to a sultry drizzle that smelled like earth and warmth. Bones laughed suddenly.
"I bet in patterns like those, you have to find women's sizes!"
"Hey! They make striped socks for men!"
"Not ones like yours I'm afraid." She snorted.
"I admit nothing." Booth chuckled.
"Eww!"
"What?" Booth demanded kindly.
"Nothing." Bones murmured sternly, a blush giving her away.
"You looking at that worm over there? That happens when it rains." Booth laughed as they continued walking and she grimaced openly at a rather long earthworm crawling in the puddles.
"I know that. Rain fills up the worms' burrow and they try to escape. I must admit, I just don' t like how they move."
"Seriously? You're afraid of a little worm?" Booth laughed in amazement. "I'm seen you touch brains, broken bones, bugs, slime…"
"I am well aware that worms are harmless creatures, being both blind and spineless. I always acknowledge that there excrement is good for the earth."
"But?" Booth prompted in glee.
"I already said it. I just don't like them."
"So I'm crazy for loving socks, and a forensic anthropologist afraid of a worm is normal?"
"I'm not afraid of it. Hey don't pick it up!"
"Here, just pet it. Since you aren't afraid of it."
"I will most certainly be able to do that. But first you must admit that some of the more colorful socks you own are truly in women's sizes."
"Okay, yes. Some times I see striped socks that I like and buy them, even if they were made for women. Nothing wrong with that."
"Thank you Booth. And for the record, I will not hold that worm."
"You promised." Booth warned.
"No." Bones shook her head.
"But he's just a little earthworm!" Booth chided, now trying to force it into her hand.
"No! I don't wish to hold it!"
"Hold the worm Bones."
"No."
"Then admit it makes you nervous." Booth dangled it a bit closer.
"Why would a simple creature that that make me nervous?"
They were both very intelligent people, both holding respectable jobs and having mature natures. But no one watching Booth chase her with a wriggling slug, while she ran away, would ever believe so.
AN: H'mm maybe a bit OCC? Oh well, I like it. Plus she was afraid of snakes, so who knows?