“You’re bored and you know it,” Skip says with a laugh. “You need a little action on the non-sexual side of your life. I know your sexual needs are being met because Sunny and I talk about it in great detail. All snuggled up on my couch, eating popcorn.”
Bones gives him one second.
That’s all.
Then he’s out of his chair and around the table, but Skip’s already gone.
“I guess the meeting’s over,” Spike says, shaking his head. “Dismissed.”
Following everyone out, I find a spot against the wall and settle in to watch the show.
“Skip,” Sunny calls, laughing as he ducks behind her, “what did you do this time?”
Skip plants his hands on her hips, using her as a shield.
A brave choice.
A stupid one, but brave.
Instead of moving Sunny aside and tossing Skip to the floor like we’ve seen him do a dozen times, Bones stops.
Then he smirks.
Interesting.
“Why’s he smirking?” Skip asks, his laughter fading. “Sunny. I think I’m in actual danger.”
Bones looks around the room, spots what he wants, then walks away from Sunny and Skip.
Skip’s eyes narrow. “Wait. Where’s he going?”
Bones reaches for the back of his shirt.
Skip straightens. “Hey. Why are you taking your shirt off?”
Bones tosses the shirt aside, walks straight to Eli, and stops beside him with a slow smile.
Eli’s eyes go wide.
Bones leans down and whispers something in his ear.
Eli blushes, and Skip loses his mind.
“Hey!” he shouts, still frozen behind Sunny. “Get away from my man.”
Sunny bends over laughing.
Bones says something else, too low for the rest of us to hear.
Eli reaches up and wipes the corner of his mouth.
“Oh, absolutely not,” Skip snaps. “Put your damn shirt back on. Pretty boy, you better tear those eyes away from his body. Bones, stop making my man blush. Are you flirting with him? You’re not even gay.”
Bones only smiles wider.
Because I’m apparently in the mood to encourage chaos, I remove my shirt too and make my way to Bones’s side.
Eli makes a strangled sound.
