☞ lance sweets | bones

[likeababyduck]

	✔ Cʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀs/AU ✔ Aᴄᴛɪᴏɴsᴘᴀᴍ ✔ Pʀᴏsᴇ	✔ Pɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs ✔ Oᴛʜᴇʀᴡᴏʀᴅʟʏ ✔ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs	♥ F/M ⏰ Sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ s6, ᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ

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[needsprotecting]

If you can't make dinner she won't take no for an answer -- lunch? Tomorrow. The Royal Diner like old times.

[likeababyduck]

[ He nods in agreement. ]

Sounds perfect. I'll be there.

[needsprotecting]

Great. [ And he finishes his drink. ] Sorry to cut this short but I promised I'd be home to put Christine to bed. [ Also sex. He promised Bones, sex. ] But, lunch. Tomorrow. Maybe we can rope Angela and Hodgins in. [ Maybe Cam. Hell, they should all just have a long lunch hour. ]

[likeababyduck]

[He waves a hand at the apology. The man has a family now, he can't fault him that.]

I'll be there. It was good seeing you, Agent Booth.

[needsprotecting]

You too, Sweets.