Birthday Suits in a Suite
Chapter One
Susan H.
Brennan woke and inhaled. Her pillow smelled wrong, and her blanket felt too rough. Where was her top sheet? Her head banged her left eye shut when she tried to open it. A deep voice moaned softly behind her.
The weight of a male arm rested on her waist. She fought harder to open her eyes, but the effort washed nausea over her body. Her last thought was that she definitely felt bare skin against her back.
***
Consciousness tickled and tapped at Brennan's brain again. The room was darker now, and she opened her eyes. Her previously banging head only thudded. Warm breath washed down her neck to her back. Had she met someone? Wouldn't she remember?
"Um, excuse me." She croaked.
"Hmm?" the unidentified man stirred.
After the nausea stopped threatening her, Brennan tried again.
"Um, please wake up."
She heard groaning, and the arm pulled her tighter. Her body stiffened. She took a deep breath, braced herself for the worst, and yelled, "Wake up!" and then she retched.
The body behind her stirred, and rolled away from her, in the process taking away Brennan's support so she fell on her back.
"Booth!"
"Bones!" He lifted the blanket and looked at his body. "You finally got me drunk and had your way with me!"
"Are you crazy?"
"You roofied me!" He grabbed his head and lay back down and was unconscious in seconds.
Brennan fought, but she too gave into the darkness.
***
The next time Brennan woke up, the room was dark.
"Booth?"
"Yeah."
"What's going on?"
They both lay on their backs with their arms outside the blanket creating a barrier between their bodies.
"I think we were drugged. I'm fairly certain that when I'm able to stand, the door will be locked. What's the last thing you remember?" He asked.
"I remember filling your pink thermos with some excellent coffee I bought at a specialty store."
"I remember heading to a small town in Virginia."
"What town?"
"I can't remember."
"Who would want to take our clothes and lock us in a room together?"
"Angela."
"Maybe, but she would never act on it Booth."
"Well, we have a nude Special Agent, and a nude Genius. I'm pretty sure we'll break out soon, after a little nap." Booth fell asleep.
Brennan stared at the black ceiling, feeling too weak to try and find a light switch, she too, fell asleep.
***
Brennan opened her eyes, and the room looked like dawn. Booth again held her tightly against him. Brennan relaxed into his embrace. She reasoned that nobody could prove it anyway, so she may as well enjoy the moment.
***
A short time later, she felt Booth wake up. He gently removed his arm, and carefully lay on his back, using his arm on top of the blanket as a barrier again.
"Hey Bones, wake up."
"Hmmm?" she said, feigning sleep.
"We gotta get out of here."
"I'm awake," she said and rubbed her eyes.
Booth sat up and started gathering the blanket around himself.
"Hey!" Brennan protested and held on to her half of the blanket.
"I have to get up Bones."
"Yeah, well you can't take the blanket."
Brennan's head flopped back when Booth grabbed her pillow. He stood up with a pillow in front of him and a pillow behind him, and ran into the small bathroom and slammed the door. The sounds of ripping fabric came from the bathroom. Brennan yanked the fitted sheet off the bed, it was the only sheet in the room, and fashioned a toga type covering for herself.
Brennan heard water running, and then Booth brushing his teeth.
"Hey Bones," he yelled through the door.
"Can you believe they left us some motel toiletries?"
"I would prefer clothes."
Booth walked out, and Brennan laughed. The ripping sound was Booth turning the pillow cases into a loin cloth. His bright orange socks added color to the ensemble.
"You got to keep your socks? That's just wrong. Where are my socks?"
"Not a priority at this time Bones. First, we need to take stock of what we do have."