AN: Hey, this is my first Bones fic, well I started another one first but this is the first one i've finished... anyway it's based on all the talk about fetishes and what not in 'Death in the Saddle'. It's a little bit AU and it's just for fun, so enjoy and leave me lots of reviews so i get my other Bones fic done faster :)
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"So Booth, are you sure you don't have any fetishes?" Bones teased when the pair were safely ensconced in the car heading back to the Jeffersonian the men and women dressed as ponies and riders no longer in their direct line of sight.
"No" Booth denied "Do you?" he asked suddenly remembering her earlier words, realising that maybe there was more to Temperance Brennan than he'd thought.
"Maybe" She replied teasingly, a grin plastered across her face. Booth twisted the key in the ignition and the car sputtered into life effectively covering his sharp intake of breath which accompanied unbidden thoughts of a leather clad Bones whip and handcuffs in hand. Bones he was sure would assume that he had a leather fetish and he would vehemently deny her conclusion, he would be equally affected had he imagined her lying on the beach in a tiny green bikini. He almost cursed out loud as the second image entered his mind uninvited.
It was then he realised that his partner was still speaking "I mean I've done my fair share of experimenting, in high school and college. Isn't that the only way you find out what you like, by trying different things?" Booth couldn't respond his mind still conjuring various images of his partner in various states of undress and in various positions.
"I mean, you can't tell me you've never had a girlfriend dress up in a funny costume, a teacher, French maid, school girl?" She asked knowing her words would make her partner thoroughly uncomfortable.
"That is nothing like pretending you're a pony and shoving a piece of leather in your mouth" Booth defended causing his partner to smile wider at his admission to playing dress up in the bedroom.
"You like to be in control don't you Booth?"
"No" he defended "I like having an equal relationship both inside and outside the bedroom" He squeaked his voice almost an octave higher than normal and Bones knew she was right again.
"If you say so" she muttered turning to stare out the window while Booth continued to navigate them back towards the city. The partners were silent for a long time and were almost back into the city when Bones spoke again "Guess you've never had a threesome either?" Her voice was teasing and although he would try to deny it the thought had crossed his mind once or twice, given the right two women of course.
When Booth was silent she continued "What about anal sex? Bondage? Handcuffs?" She continued to probe.
"Bones" He warned.
"C'mon Booth, you can't tell me you've never thought about shoving your penis into a woman's tight anus. Trust me it's great fun" She told him laughing as his face screwed up and he gestured wildly for her to be quiet and stop talking about sex. Booth almost swerved off the road as yet another inappropriate image of his partner entered his mind. This time she was on her knees, naked, her firm, round and pale ass waving in the air.
He felt his pants tighten and instinctively knew that it was not only inappropriate to think of his partner that way but it was even worse to react to those thoughts. Booth readjusted himself in the seat, hoping his partner wouldn't notice his pants bulging slightly, but the woman was far more in tune with human behaviour than she was given credit for and her eyes flicked to his black pants and up to his face which was tinged slightly pink.
"Booth, what are you thinking about?" she asked cheekily, her eyes flicking between his face and his bulging pants.
"Nothing" he denied, his voice husky.
"You're thinking about sex aren't you?" she prodded, already knowing the answer "You know it's okay to think about sex, I do" she admitted with no hint of awkwardness.
"You know in college I based my anthropology thesis on sex and how sexual intercourse is a manifestation of the power struggle between man and woman, of course it is also interesting from a sociological perspective, current sexual practices are so varied and yet the only sexual habits that are condoned are those between man and woman, anything out of the ordinary is judged. I wonder why that is, sexuality should be like speech; free." Booth for once found himself listening to every word his partner said and for once she made sense. He felt as if for a minute he was talking to the writer Temperance Brennan who could use her words to spin poetic tales of the most gruesome aspects of human existence.
"You know Bones, a male/female relationship is condoned because it is natural, and it's reproduction. Nothing else." Booth found himself arguing.
"Maybe" she muttered, not convinced, it was the closest she would ever come to conceding.
The pair were silent again for a few moments before Bones began speaking again, her voice quiet and slightly nervous "You know if you ever wanted to try any of those things in a non-judgemental, no strings attached environment you only have to ask"
Booth was about to groan again, hoping that the subject would change soon, back to bones and temporal lobe injuries, severed feet; anything but sex, when he realised what his partner had said "Did you just..." he trailed off looking to his partner for confirmation.
"Yeah, I think I did" She confirmed.
"Did you mean it?" he asked, watching as she squirmed under his gaze.
"I... don't know" she admitted. He glanced between his partner and the road for a long time trying to decide just what was going on.
"Well this is awkward" he finally muttered as they came to a stop at a set of traffic lights.
"Yes it is" Bones agreed.
As the pair finally pulled up in the Jeffersonian Institute parking lot Bones found herself suddenly clear "Booth?" she questioned as he pulled the key from the ignition and turned to get out of the car, he froze and turned back nodding for her to continue.
"I – well I meant part of what I said" she admitted cryptically.
"Which part?"
"The part about exploring your hidden desires and fantasies"
"O – Kay, which part didn't you mean?" Booth asked confused.
"The no strings attached bit. I mean for a start it is impossible, both literally and figuratively. To think that we could have sex and pretend nothing changed between us would be ridiculous, even though it's just sex" Bones explained rationally though her speech was hurried and her pitch a little higher than normal and Booth knew there was something she wasn't saying but decided to let it slide.
"You know if it was just sex it would never happen. I wouldn't do that, this partnership means too much to me" Bones searched his face for a moment, wondering just what he was thinking and what she was doing before turning to climb out of the vehicle.
A gentle hand on her shoulder stopped her before she could even reach for the handle and she turned back.
"But that's not all it would be, is it Bones?" She wanted to tell him, wanted him to know how badly she ached for him and only him but instead she kept her mouth firmly shut.
"Bones – Temperance" he corrected "I want to take you up on your offer... if you're serious. But I want you to know now that it is not about the bedroom stuff for me." He wanted to say more to explain fully, but Temperance Brennan was not a person who was in touch with her emotions and he knew from experience that she would shut down when certain words were used, he knew to say just enough so that she would understand his intentions.
"Who said anything about the bedroom?" she asked coyly.
"Woah, Temperance Brennan... you are a tease"
"No Booth, if I was a tease I would have flashed you my breasts. Of course from an anthropological perspective I have no problem with nakedness, in fact clothes were originally merely a way of keeping the body temperature warm enough to stave off hypothermia and protect the skin from the sun. Did you know that in Minoan culture females dress focussed on the breasts leaving them completely bare." Booth had the strange urge to shut his partner up at that moment, desperately wanting to kiss her ever moving lips into silence and see what she had to say about that anthropologically speaking but instead let her continue her spiel "But from a more sociological perspective human social constraints prevent me from baring my naked breasts to you, so you'll just have to wait until tonight" Booth almost missed the last part having tuned out her speech as he often did waiting for the bottom line and in this case it worked out quite well for him. The bottom line was that Seeley Booth would be going home with Temperance Brennan and she was going to bare her breasts to him, though his mind knew that was only the start.