Danielleecheer prompt: Can you write a B&B fanfic about the photoshoot that Brennan had?

This story is pure fluff. I hope you enjoy it.

I don't own Bones.

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Entering the building, Booth stopped at the receptionist's desk and held up a bag, "My wife called me. Dr. Temperance Brennan. She asked me to bring something to her."

Nodding her head, Tina smiled and pointed to the left, "If you'll go through that door, take a right at the first hallway and then the second door on the right, you should be able to find her."

Nodding his head, Booth slung the bag over his shoulder and walked over to the door. Opening it, he frowned and turned back, "What do you people do here? Your sign just says Baker Lights and Magic."

Amused at his confusion, Tina replied, "We're an ad agency."

Clueless, Booth shrugged his shoulders and entered the short hallway. Following Tina's directions, he soon found the room he was looking for. Opening the door, Booth found a spacious room, dressed up as a laboratory. Puzzled, he approached a young woman standing near some cameras, "Hey, I'm looking for my wife, Dr. Temperance Brennan."

Pointing towards a door on the left, the young lady smiled, "She's in there with the other doctors. You might wait out here though. They're getting changed."

Shaking his head, Booth asked, "Changed for . . . "

The door opening, Booth stopped and watched as his wife exited the room with several other ladies, including Angela and Cam. His eyes widening, Booth smiled and hurried over to where his partner was now standing.

"Bones. . . Wow, I mean, uh, yeah, I brought that bag you wanted." Placing his hand on her shoulder, he moved his eyes up and down her body and grinned, "Wow!"

Glancing at Angela, Brennan pulled the bag from Booth's shoulder. "Thank you for bringing the bag. My release form for this shoot is in there. I had my lawyer go over it and he approved of the wording."

Still staring at her, Booth forced himself to listen to what his partner was actually saying, "Uh, yeah. . . . So, Bones, I thought you didn't want me to come to the shoot?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Brennan now glanced at Cam and then back towards Booth, "I didn't but I needed the form so of course I had to have you bring it."

Nodding his head, Booth clasped his hands in front of his stomach, "I see. Okay. So can I stay? I've never seen a photo shoot before."

Shaking her head, Brennan smiled, "No, I'd be nervous if you stayed."

Disappointed, Booth unfolded his hands, placed his arms around his wife and kissed her, "Just so you know, I expect you to reenact your photo shots for me tonight."

Laughing, Brennan returned his kiss and promised, "I think that can be arranged."

Reluctantly releasing his wife, Booth walked towards the door, his eyes barely leaving her body. Arriving at the door, he took one final look, waved and left the room.

Barely able to contain her laughter, Angela rushed over to Brennan's side, "Gosh, Honey. If you ever needed proof that Booth is faithful, I think you just got it."

Flicking her gaze towards the door and then back at Angela, Brennan frowned, "I don't know what you mean. All Booth did was give me my bag, kiss me and then he left."

Hearing Brennan's comment, Cam joined the duo, "All he did was give you your bag, kiss you and only looked at you. There are twelve lovely ladies in this room, modesty be damned, and all he was interested in was you. He never once looked at anyone else."

Pursing her lips, Brennan finally nodded her head. Placing the bag over near the changing room, Angela reminded her, "Bren, you left the release form in the bag."

Shaking her head, Brennan rejoined her friend near the back of the camera, "My lawyer sent that form over by courier this morning."

Her mouth opening in amazement, the artist laughed, "Oh my God, Bren. You wanted him to see you at the shoot. I thought you told me that you had forbid him to come."

Shrugging her shoulders, Brennan smiled, "He told me he's never seen a photo shoot. I thought it over and decided that it would be okay for him to see the set but not the shoot."

Curious, Cam asked, "Weren't you nervous about him seeing all of these lovely ladies in swimming suits?"

Shaking her head, Brennan replied, "No."

Turning to stare at the beautiful women surrounding them, Angela shook her head, "Well, you're a better person than I am. I told Jack there was no way he was coming."

Crossing her arms across her chest, Cam chipped in, "Yes and I told Arastoo he couldn't come either. I trust him but I don't believe in throwing steaks to dogs and not expecting them to at least want to lick them."

"Okay, kind of a gross metaphor, but spot on Cam." Glancing at the clock, Angela shook her head, "I hope they hurry up. I need to get back to the Lab soon."

Glancing at the clock, Cam assured her, "Don't worry about it Angela. I heard you have a very understanding boss."

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Entering the bedroom, Booth stopped short. Staring at his wife, he slowly closed the door behind him. Leaning against the door, Booth smiled, "Black bathing suits are definitely your style, Bones."

"Would you like to see my pose for the calendar?" Moving over towards the bed, Brennan sat down on the mattress.

Nodding his head very slowly, Booth stared very intently at her, "Oh you know I do."

A slight smile playing on her lips, Brennan stood up, leaned over so that her cleavage was pronounced and pretended to peer down at a bone on a table. "I am pretending to lean over a table and I am looking at an imaginary bone."

His eyes bright with interest, Booth licked his lips, "Bones . . . God help any man that hangs up one of those calendars at the Hoover or the Lab."

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Pure fluff. I hope this is what you wanted. Reviews would be great. Thanks.