seeley booth (hates_clowns) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-10-19 21:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy summers, seeley booth |
Who: Buffy and Booth
What: stuuuuuffff.
When: today
Where: his place
Warnings: TBA
Booth was happy to be free of the infirmary. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy being around Martha, it was the fact that he was bored most of the day when she had to disappear for work. He was left to his own devices more then half the time. Simon was in and out, a few colorful characters had been as well. But all in all, Booth was bored to tears so he negotiated his way out. He told Martha he would do everything she told him, Cleaning the bandages on his chest, clean the wounds, deal with the stitches in the most gentle way he possibly could. Besides it wasn't like he was going back to work just yet, Martha still had him out on leave. He could do his thing back at his place no problem. He'd been hurt worse. His only real problem was mental. He couldn't get Buffy out of his head. He wanted to be with her again. He knew it was weird considering the age difference, and he knew he looked like Angel but that was just the thing. She dated guys who were centuries old. Angel was dead. Or undead. Or whatever. There had to be a loophole in there somewhere right?
He tried not to think about it. That was his loophole. Thinking about their age difference only weirded him out more. He decided a distraction was in order. What better distraction then Buffy herself? He had his gun and his cellphone back in his possession, his eyes were on his computer partially, but most of his attention was drawn toward the kitchen. Buffy seemed to like his cooking. He couldn't make anything complicated due to the stitches, but he would try to make something at least moderately appealing. Seeley still had strawberries left over from the last time Buffy was there, strawberries and sex were never a bad combination. He needed to keep them around more often. Unfortunately good ones were hard to come by since they weren't entirely in season just yet. He had to ration the ones he had from the local farmers market.
Booth opened up his fridge and began to pull different things out, strawberries and hard shell chocolate more specifically. With both in his hands he winced and nearly dropped them. Being careful to grab them in a more comfortable grip he put them down on his counter and nudged the fridge door shut with his foot.
Washing three strawberries, he dried them on a clean paper cloth and put them down on a small white plate. Carefully he drizzled some of the hard shell chocolate over them and set the bottle down to admire his work. he wasn't fancy like the restaurants but it'd do. He pulled up one of the stools and sat down, his hand gently resting on his thigh, the other on the counter top beside the strawberries.