i honestly don't remember who came up with the idea of this to begin with, it was born in a group chat with all of the wonderful mods over at KinkintheBones on lj, but i wrote it. :) in response to sweetjamielee's tattoo/piercing prompt. if you don't know what a Prince Albert piercing is, you might want to google it (but beware that it's quite NSFW).
Brennan wandered into the kitchen in an oversized bathrobe, poured herself a glass of orange juice and settled herself on a barstool across from her new lover. "You know, I never would have pegged you for a Prince Albert kind of guy."
Booth focused his attention back on the skillet before him. The package of turkey bacon he found in her fridge was Bones' idea of a compromise, no doubt. "Yeah, well, it wasn't exactly my idea," he muttered.
Brennan fixed her eyes on him when he didn't continue right away. "Do you honestly think you can say something like that and not explicate?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"I'm not above blackmailing you again, Agent Booth."
"Come on, Bones. What are you gonna use against me?"
She raised her eyebrows.
Booth froze and stared at her. "You swore you would never tell anyone about that night."
"You remember incorrectly, Booth. I swore no such thing."
His jaw ticked. "Fine. But I can't tell you the whole story."
Brennan reached out and pulled the cordless phone from its cradle on the counter. "Think I'll call Angela first."
"I can't tell you," he started insistently, "because I don't remember everything."
Brennan's eyebrows rose again and she dropped the phone back where it had started. "Go on."
Booth sighed. "To make a long story short, a few of my army buddies and I were on R&R in France. And we got drunk. We got really really drunk and..." he paused, eyes boring into hers as he worked up the nerve.
"Yes?"
"Next time you visit a back alley dominatrix, do not - I repeat DO NOT forget your safe word."