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A/n: Special update for pal Dispatch who had a not so fun day. Hope this makes it a little better! :)

Prompt: Booth/Brennan, shower sex.

Shower Sex


Brennan slipped inside the bathroom quickly so as not to let out the steam. She could see Booth's shadowy form through the frosted glass as she discarded her clothes. When she slid open the glass door of the shower, he turned and smiled.

"Hey," he greeted softly, extending a hand in her direction. "Did she fuss?"

"No, she barely even stirred." Brennan blinked against the assault of the water. "It was a very exciting day, she was exhausted."

"Yeah," Booth chuckled, shifting a little to block the flow of the shower head from hitting her square in the face. "Best game ever. Kicked ass on the ice and my girls were there. Those matching jerseys were freakin' adorable, you know," he said, drawing her closer to him.

Brennan made a face—she was certainly not a girl—but let it go. "I do enjoy your hockey games," she admitted. "But I don't enjoy this." Careful fingers brushed over a painful-looking bruise spreading over his shoulder. "I don't like it when you get hurt."

"It was the league finals," he said by way of explanation. "So the game was a little rougher than usual."

"You have several bruises." Her hands skimmed gently over his ribcage, fingers spreading in a soft caress. "How badly does it hurt?"

"Not that bad."

"Booth …"

"I swear," he soothed, head dipping to brush her lips. "I've had way worse. I'm just a little sore."

"Turn around," she ordered and he complied without argument.

Booth turned to face the wall and braced his palms on the pale blue tile. Brennan lathered up her hands with his soap, eyes cataloguing every scrape and bruise. With a small sigh and a kiss between his shoulder blades, she began to stroke his abused body in a gentle massage. The water was hitting his side now, rather than his back, but it didn't matter because her hands on him were working miracles.

He let out a loud, appreciative groan. Her hands always felt like magic. "You're the best at this."

"What's your point of reference?" she asked automatically.

"What?"

"How do you know I'm the best?" Brennan brushed her lips against his nape, slowly kneading the shifting muscles under her hands. "You would need a basis of comparison."

Booth's forehead fell forward and hit the tile with a slight thud. "Not playing this game, Bones," he mumbled, unwilling to let her rope him into a squinty discussion right at the moment. "Don't need no basis for anything. All I need to know is that nothing feels better than your hands on me."

Brennan chuckled and moved closer, her breasts pressing against his back. "I do like to have my hands all over you." She stroked her hands up and down his side, leaving behind a trail of suds. "I like it a lot."

Eyes closed, Booth smiled. "I know you only want me for my body. Why do you think I hit the gym every day?" he teased. "Can't let myself go or you'll kick me to the curb."

"I know what that means," she said, wrapping her arms around his middle, cheek pressed to his back. "And that would never happen."

"Mm, good to know," he said playfully, " 'cause there are more than a few guys at work all too willing to take my place."

Her fingertips traced over his abdominals, making him inhale sharply. "I'll keep that in mind if I ever feel the need to replace you."

"Funny."

A husky laugh escaped from her lips. "I suppose it doesn't really matter because I find you irreplaceable." Her mouth pressed a very soft kiss on the blue-black bruise on his shoulder and her fingers wrapped silkily around his cock. "And at the risk of inflating your ego, I will confess that I also find you irresistible."

Booth jerked, stomach clenching in anticipation as her soapy hands began an easy up and down glide. "You don't need to confess," he gasped, taking a deep breath and trying to exhale evenly. "I already know you find me irresistible."

Her gentle glide turned a little rougher. "Do you?" she murmured silkily.

Booth let out a choked laugh. "Of course," he dared, even knowing he was playing with fire. "You can't keep your hands off me."

"Maybe I should keep my hands off you right now," Brennan threatened pleasantly, but she didn't stop touching him. In fact, her fingers tightened, her strokes going from base to tip in one insanely hot handjob. "Maybe if I just go to bed, your cocky attitude can finish the job for you."

He knew she was teasing and going by the strokes on his rock hard erection, she was going to finish him off just fine. Gathering his tattered willpower, he grabbed her wrists. "Let go." She didn't and he squeezed, adding a hoarse, "Please."

After one more second of hesitation, she released him and Booth whirled around. His gaze tracked over her figure, full of barely contained hunger. Her front was slightly soapy from where she pressed against his back and he reached out, smoothing a hand over the soap tracks running down her stomach. He followed the water and the soap to the juncture of her thighs and gently brushed her sex. Brennan's hands shot out to grip his biceps and her thighs spread for him.

"Booth." His name was nothing but a breathy sound of anticipation.

"Talk about irresistible," he purred, smoothing a fingertip over her clit. He gave the tiny bundle of nerves a few passes and then inched into her warmth. Her fingernails bit into his skin as he stroked her carefully from the inside. "So damn sexy."

She whimpered, hips moving on his fingers. "More."

Slowly, he added another digit, rubbing her with careful precision. Her back arched in approval and Booth tried to control his own excitement to really study her. He liked watching her reactions and all too often he was too busy gasping in air and going cross-eyed to really appreciate it.

Little rivulets of water wound over her perked breasts and he leaned down, blowing air against one pink tip. He teased both breasts without touching until her hand stroked up the curve of his shoulder and wound into his hair. Blue eyes were dark and heavy lidded, her lips pursed in unmistakable impatience. With a soft laugh, Booth curved an arm around her waist, crushing her against his body. Without warning, he moved them both right under the shower spray and Brennan gasped. He swallowed the sound with his mouth and removed his hand from between her thighs to cup her bottom.

She threw her arms around his neck and strained against him. Her tongue stroked his playfully and then she nipped at his bottom lip hard enough to tell him that she was done playing. Wrenching his mouth away, Booth kissed along her jaw. He blinked rapidly against the water and automatically gripped her tighter, taking a few steps back until he was pressed against the shower wall with her flushed against his front.

"Booth," she immediately murmured, "your bruises."

At her soft words, his fingertips stroked along her spine and he curled one hand under her nape, underneath the weight of her soaked hair. Warmth and tenderness mixed with heat and lust. He'd been used to physical pain most of his life, but she always reacted with the sweetest concern to anything that hurt him. Even so much as a paper cut warranted a soothing kiss and that little frown between her brows that always indicated her distress.

"It's fine," he reassured, cupping her jaw. "I promise." He kissed her throat, licking away water drops. "Only one thing hurts right now."

Brennan smiled at the words and slid one thigh over his hip. Booth growled a little and switched their positions, pressing her against the slick tiled wall. He shifted his hold to lift her and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"How bad does it hurt?" she asked again and this time, her words were intentionally sultry.

He pushed inside her with a low, low groan. "Bones …baby, oh yeah."

"Oh god, so good," she moaned, eyes closing in pleasure. "You always feel so good."

His reply was muffled against her neck. He slid deep inside her and then pulled out so he could feel her all over again. Once, twice and then he could only rock against her. She could feel him unraveling, his breathing hard and choppy.

"Don't hold back," she whispered, running her hands over his back, careful not to press her fingers into his bruises. He didn't and the intensity seared her, making her light-headed. Her own orgasm took her almost by surprise. Brennan gasped his name and his entire body shuddered before spilling hotly inside her.

Booth pressed his cheek to her shoulder, coming down from the high. Her legs were still wrapped around him and her hands rubbed gently over his back. He lifted his head from her shoulder and smoothed back a wet lock of hair.

He gave her a soft, dazed smile. "This went a lot better than the last time we tried to do this in the shower."

"Much," she agreed. "You didn't sprain anything this time."

"And you didn't slip and hit your elbow."

At the time, it had been rather painful, but enough weeks had passed that Brennan found herself laughing. "You'd think we would have learned our lesson."

"Hey, you got in here with me," he reminded her. "I've been abiding by your no sex in the shower rule." Imposed after their little accident the previous month.

"Yes, you have," she nuzzled his jaw with her lips, feeling sleepy and happy. "Though you have been making up for it once we go to bed."

"Well, you took away the shower," he grinned wickedly. "Something had to replace it."

"Perhaps I was too hasty in my decision."

"Were you?" He raised an amused eyebrow and ran his hands over her slippery body. "Does that mean the shower ban is off?"

She gave his roaming hands a swat. "I said, perhaps."

Booth laughed and dipped his head for a quick kiss. "Well, perhaps I can convince you."