A/N: This is a big moment for me. This is the last thing I will ever write on this laptop. Sigh. From the start, everything I've ever written for Bones has been on here and now I bid it adieu. I couldn't think of a better way to say goodbye than some good ol' fashioned December smut. You done real good, Lappy but now it's time to hang up the power cord.
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Dec. 2nd: Natesmama1128 chose the word "fondue". Yep, that's right, we made it a full 24 hours before pulling out the kinky food sex. I'm proud of you all. Keep it coming. :)
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"Oh no." Booth said with a chuckle as he glanced at the present in his hand.
"Another one?!" Brennan sighed incredulously.
"What does that make three?"
"Four. Four fondue pots." She said as she took the wrapping from him and stuffed the trash bag a little fuller. "What part of marriage indicates that we will be eating fondue at all, let alone enough that we would require four fondue pots?"
"I have no idea."
"Also, what is the point of registering for all those items if we didn't receive any of them?" She asked as she added the pot to the pile of gifts to return.
"You're upset because you wasted a Saturday?"
"Yes." She said. "We got married very quickly, that time could have been spent doing other tasks."
"Other tasks that would have fallen through anyway after your mother burned down the church."
"My mother did not burn down the church! You cannot blame her for this. You were the one who lit the candle."
"I'm just saying…she hates me."
"She does not hate you. And even if she does, she's dead, she doesn't get an opinion."
"Have you ever seen a horror movie?" He asked. "This is how they start. An angry ghost, a church burns down, unsuspecting newlyweds move into a new house built over a cursed ancient burial ground."
"Did you check the property for ancient burial grounds before you bought it?" She asked. He snapped his fingers.
"I knew I was forgetting something." He said seriously before winking.
"I swear you're antagonizing me more now that we're married." She said as she rolled her eyes.
"We're married." He said as he pushed the gift pile aside to crawl over top of her.
"Yes. We are. We have been for days now. Are you going to grin like that every time someone mentions it?"
"Yes. I am." He nodded before kissing her. "You know why?"
"Why?"
"Because we're married." He grinned even wider and she playfully pushed him off of her.
"You're incorrigible."
"And you're stuck with me." He said with another grin as he trapped her against the couch.
"Christine will be awake any second." She reminded him as she glanced at the clock.
"Then we better be fast." He said as he reached for his belt.
"Mm, my husband: the romantic." She teased as she shifted to the floor anyway. As if on cue, Christine began to call down from her crib. Booth sighed as he hung his head. "I told you." Brennan grinned.
"We'll continue this later." He promised.
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Brennan had finally gotten Christine bathed and in bed that evening when she heard Booth rustling around in the kitchen. She glanced at the time and wondered what he could possibly be making. She headed down the steps and peeked into the kitchen.
"There she is. Come on in. Don't be shy." Booth grinned as he continued cutting strawberries. Brennan took a look around before she realized what he was doing.
"Tell me you didn't…" She sighed as she sat down at the counter.
"Oh, I did." He said as he stirred the chocolate fondue in the new pot. "I decided to keep two of the fondue pots. One for chocolate and one for cheese." He said as he motioned to the counter. "I figured we could try out the chocolate one tonight for dessert."
"So while I was wrestling a one year old into her pajamas, you were melting chocolate?" She said, unimpressed.
"I was preparing a date night for my beautiful wife." He said as he flashed his charm smile at her and she shook her head, but smiled none the less. "Here, it's ready. Take this." He said as he handed her a skewer. "I got pineapple, strawberries, and bananas. Take your pick." She watched as he he picked up his own skewer and stabbed a piece of banana. She followed his lead, stabbing a piece of strawberry and dipping it in chocolate.
"This is good." He commented as he glanced over at her. "Oh, here." He smiled as he motioned for her to come closer. "You've got a bit of chocolate right…there." He said as swiped the corner of her mouth and showed her the chocolate on his finger. She gave him a daring look before sucking the finger into her mouth.
"Mmm." She hummed and she watched Booth's eyes grow darker. "That is good." She agreed with a devilish smirk. "Here, try mine." She offered as she dipped a strawberry in the chocolate, removed it from her skewer and fed it to him on her fingers. He greedily licked the chocolate off her skin and Brennan felt her nipples harden in jealousy.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Booth asked hoarsely.
"I'll bring the fruit. You grab the chocolate." She said as she jumped off her barstool. She raced him to the bedroom and promptly cleared a bedside table and set the fruit down on it. Booth was right behind and set up the chocolate in place of the lamp. Booth smirked as she began undressing as fast as she could.
"I want to slather you in chocolate and lick you from head to toe." He confessed hotly in her ear.
"Good because I want you to." She agreed quickly as she lay a few towels down on the bed. As soon as she was situated, Booth grabbed a spoon.
"Hold still." He commanded as he drizzled warm chocolate over her breasts and stomach. He picked up a piece of pineapple and ran it over one breast before popping it in his mouth. Brennan tried not to squirm as she anticipated his mouth following the pineapple's trail. Never one to disappoint, Booth's tongue went straight to work, laving up the chocolate and pineapple juice off her breast.
"Oh yes…" She moaned as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. He moved a strawberry over the next breast and continued his work. Brennan's fingers clutched his hair as his tongue danced down her body, cleaning chocolate off her until she was vibrating with desire.
"Mm, I think you're ready." He smiled as he took a strawberry from the bowl. Brennan watched as he slowly spread her thighs and ran the strawberry through her wet folds. He popped the strawberry in his mouth and closed his eyes. "Oh god, that's good." He moaned in delight. She felt herself grow even wetter at the erotic sight and she had to touch her breasts to relieve the tension that was growing there yet again. Booth opened his eyes and saw her rubbing herself and he grinned. "Alright, enough with the games." He decided as he buried himself between her thighs.
"Ohhh." Brennan purred as his tongue set to work driving her mad. She had never considered herself someone who got lost in sex before she met Booth. Sex was a sport, like exercising. But she had always trusted Booth enough to let go completely. He owned her, body and soul. "Mmm, Booth…Booth!" She begged, getting closer and closer to the release she so desperately wanted. She gasped as her world shattered around her and she let the pleasure rumble through her. Booth's hands firmly grasped her thighs as she rode out the intense orgasm.
When she finally looked down again, he was wiping his mouth on his t-shirt before tossing it to the floor.
"I'm starting to see the appeal of the fondue pots." She relented.
"Mmhm, and we're just getting started." He promised.
