Hello and Merry Christmas everyone! This story is first of all a Secret Santa fic gift to the awesome grc73! It is also a beginning to a new holiday series of short one-shots I'm hoping to keep up with in 2015 (I realized today I haven't posted or updated anything in 2014. Ooooops!).

Disclaimer: this story WILL require some audience participation (dangerous words when smut is involved haha)! More on that at the end of chapter 2. For now, enjoy…especially you, grc73! You asked for "Booth and Brennan fluff turned up to 11", so I hope this works!

-b&b-

The knock on the door was fast, a quick rap of the knuckles. Booth blinked in surprise and immediately looked to his right. Brennan was there, and she met his gaze. Their relationship was new enough that there would definitely be questions if someone they both knew saw them in their current state, him shirtless in a pair of boxers, and her bottomless in only his t-shirt.

"I'll get it," Brennan moved to stand up, and Booth tried to pull her down.

"I don't think so, Bones. Not like that you're not."

She frowned. "I'm wearing more clothing than you are, Booth," she said as she fully stood crossed her arms over her chest. Booth's eyes strayed at the movement and for a second, he lost his train of thought. "And it's also my apartment," she added, already moving toward the door.

He was right behind her, opening his mouth to tell her to at least look through the peephole to see who it was before she answered, but he was too late.

But it was all for nothing, as the only thing on the other side of the door was a Fed Ex package. It was addressed to Temperance Brennan, and Booth peered over her shoulder as she bent to pick it up. "Expecting a package, Bones?"

"Not that I know of," she answered, already taking it over to her table.

Booth did a likely unnecessary (but he wasn't taking any chances) look around the hallway before closing the door and re-locking it. Then he turned to see Brennan pulling two jars from the box. Inside each jar were several strips of paper. "What's with the jars, Bones?" he asked as he made his way over.

She frowned and pulled out an accompanying envelope. "It's says "Bren" on here," she murmured as she opened it. "Only Angela calls me that, and-" Her voice trailed off as she scanned the contents of the letter. Booth watched as her eyebrows rose, and his curiosity got the better of him. He picked up one of the jars and turned the lid, pulling out a few strips of paper.

"Hand," he read from one. "Mouth," he read from another. "Pussy-what the hell?!" he tossed the paper onto the table, reacting like he might catch a disease. "Bones, what is this?"

Brennan handed him the letter and gathered up the strips of paper. "As you know, Angela already knows we are…" she motioned between their bodies. "Experiencing sex," she finished.

"Experiencing," he deadpanned back to her. "I think it's a little more than experiencing, am I right?" he smiled. "We experienced each other four times this morning."

She eyed him for a moment, and he motioned for her to continue. "So, she has sent over this game to help spice up our sex life."

"What?" Booth huffed and did a quick read of the letter. "Spicing up? The fuck, Bones? We've been sleeping together for like two weeks-" He froze and then looked up at her with horror. "Did you tell her our sex needed spicing up?"

Brennan immediately heard the vulnerability in his voice, and she moved to step closer. She placed one hand on his bare chest, unable to stop herself from gently stroking his skin. "Of course not, Booth. In fact, I've told her that it's been incredibly amazing. Especially after last weekend when we-"

Booth pressed two fingers to her lips and his eyes went wide. "You told her about that!?" his voice was a near squeak and had dropped down to a whisper. Brennan rolled her eyes and pulled his hand away from her face.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of Booth."

"I'm not ashamed," he postured. "Trust me. I've got nothing to be ashamed of at all."

"Then we agree."

Booth just eyed her for a second before looking back to the paper. "The purpose of the game is to take turns," he read aloud. "Pick a body part from the jar, and then pick a location from the other. Your job is to make your "partner", he paused. "She added the quote marks around partner—she's so hilarious," he drawled and rolled his eyes. Brennan smiled as he continued. "Your job is to make your partner come in the specific location, using the body part mentioned. But remember," he stopped to clear his throat and palm the back of his neck. "Don't tell the other person; they should always receive their gift as a surprise." He chuckled humorlessly and shook his head. "Son of a bitch, Bones. This is nuts."

When she didn't reply immediately, he looked her right in the eye. "Seriously? You're going to go along with this?"

"What?" Brennan shrugged a single shoulder. "It might be a little fun." When Booth tensed up, she moved closer to him. "You know we're compatible, and over the years I've considered being with you in different places…in different ways. Haven't you?"

A fucking "this is your life"-level montage of places and ways rolled through his brain in a Technicolor slideshow. "Yeah, of course, Bones." He smiled and pulled a single slip of paper from the second jar. "Interesting," he grinned to himself and looked at her as if considering.

"Give me that," she demanded and tried to pull the paper from her hand.

"No," he immediately turned away and tucked the paper as close to his body as he could. "You're not playing by the rules, Bones," he laughed.

"Hmmmm," she murmured as she wrapped her arms around him from behind. "But you like it when I don't play by the rules."

Booth placed his hands on hers against his stomach. "True," he conceded. "But I have a feeling that in this instance, playing by the rules will be more fun. And it's always good to have fun, right?"

He turned on her and wrapped his arms around her waist, growling low in his throat before sliding his hands down to cup her behind. Immediately, he pulled her closer and nipped at her lips.

"Yes. And besides," she added. "We're supposed to take turns. So I'll get to pick next time."

A slow heat spread through his body as he considered all of the possibilities. "Remind me to thank Angela the next time I see her."

"I'll be happy to do that, Booth," Brennan replied. "In fact, I can probably tell her exactly how we utilize the-"

"No," he pulled her up until her legs were wrapped around her waist. "Don't even think about it, Bones."

-b&b-