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It's March but anyways, here's one more.
Hurricane
Booth cracked open an eye. The light streaming in from the bedroom windows had been almost completely blocked out by the blinds but they still felt too bright. They felt like daggers to his eyes. His head was pounding in beat with his heart. Booth let out a groan. He turned his head slightly to check the time, the action worsening his headache momentarily.
It was ten-thirty in the morning. He tried to recall what day of the week it was and whether he should be worried that he was late for work. He shifted his body again, his arm stretched out, confirming what he suspected. He was alone in bed, his wife was nowhere in sight.
He let out another groan before slowly pushing himself up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He surveyed his surroundings. The bedside lamp had been knocked over. Articles of clothing were strewn over the floor. One of Brennan's prized statues from a little-known island that used to sit on the dresser was also on the floor. The chest of drawers where most of their undergarments were kept had most of their drawers pulled open, their contents spilled out onto the floor.
For a brief moment, Booth wondered why their bedroom was in such a mess. He even wondered if the house had been broken into. It made no sense to him, he was sure he would have been woken by the commotion. And then his brain seemed to awaken from it's deep slumber and he remembered the night before and couldn't help but smile.
He pushed himself up to stand, his headache, wiping the smile off his face effectively. Not bothering to put any clothes on, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom. He found Brennan standing in the hallway that led to the family room. She was standing there, in her robe, her back to him, sipping a cup of hot coffee.
"Bones." His voice was gruff.
"No need to shout Booth." Brennan replied, annoyed.
"I wasn't…" Booth stopped. She was probably as hungover as he was. He slowly made his way up to her, stopping when he was next to her. The late morning chill hit his skin and he now wished he had the wisdom his wife had to pull on a robe. She handed him a cup of coffee of which he gratefully took. Taking a sip of the hot liquid, he surveyed the family room.
"Wow, we did all that?"
"Apparently. It's either us or a small hurricane passed through the interior of our house last night."
Booth chuckled. "Yeah I'm thinkin' we had somethin' to do with that."
She laughed before commenting, "We have a lot of cleaning up to do before the children get home."
"And we'll get to it once I've had some ibuprofen with my coffee. My head is killing me."
"Coffee is a diuretic and techinically it could worsen the hangover. However, I find that it's the only thing that would help this morning."
Booth marvelled at how she could remain so squinty despite the headache she too must have been having.
"Last night was worth it though huh?" Booth grinned cockily at her.
Brennan turned to look at him, a returning the smile. She licked her lips involuntarily at the memory. "Yes it was. We started in the kitchen and had our first round of sex on the floor there. Then we made our way to the couch for a second round, followed by a third round on our bed. I do wish we didn't have so much to drink though, my memory is marred by the effects of the hangover."
"Well it was National Margarita Day, which also coincided with our date night."
"I do recall we had other forms of alcohol in addition to the margaritas you were mixing."
"Yeah I'm pretty good at mixing us drinks, maybe I should be a bartender once I retire."
"That would never happen." Brennan laughed.
"What me becoming a bartender or retiring?"
"Perhaps both." Brennan frowned. "I do recall knocking over various items in the throes of our passion but I cannot remember why we had to ransack our own drawers?"
"I remember that one." Booth grinned, happy to be able to recall something she wasn't able to. "After two rounds of sex, we started worrying about my super soldiers. You know how I got you pregnant with Hank the last time. So we figured, it'd be safer to bag my sniper. We were lookin' for condoms."
Brennan continued to frown. "I do hope we could find one."
"Actually Bones…"
Brennan sighed. "I am regretting my decision for you not to get a vasectomy."
"And I'm still not gettin' one. Besides, I thought you said you didn't mind adding to our family."
Before she could reply, they heard the front door.
"That would be Angela with our children." Brennan stated.
"Damn it!" Booth, remembering that he was naked, hurriedly handed Brennan his coffee, then ducked back into the bedroom.
"Wow!" Angela remarked with a cheeky grin on her face, as she entered the house, Hank and Christine in tow. "What happened here?"
"It was National Margarita Day."
"I can see that." Angela grinned.
"Hey guys!" Booth, who had pulled on a pair of jeans, greeted his children. The two children ran into their father's arms, then turned to hug their mother.
"Why's the house in such a mess Mommy?" Christine asked. "It looks like a hurricane went through."
"Oh um… I lost something and was very anxious to get it back." Booth quickly explained.
Angela laughed, pointing to a pair of lacy panties that was lying on the back of the couch. Booth moved swiftly to retrieve it, stuffing it into the pocket of jeans.
"Do you need help finding it Daddy?" an overly eager Christine asked, her voice seemingly too loud for her hungover parents' ears.
Brennan winced as she crouched down to Christine's eye level. "No thank you Sweetheart. Daddy has found what he was looking for."
"Hey um, why don't you two monkeys go play in your room for awhile okay? Mommy and I need to clean up this mess."
"Okay!" Little Hank, always glad to be allowed into his big sister's room said.
As the children disappeared into Christine's bedroom, Brennan turned to her best friend, "Thank you again for letting the children have a sleepover Angela."
"Not a problem Bren. Glad to see you guys had fun." She turned to Booth, her eyes raking over his exposed torso.
"Oh um, it was National Margarita Day and um… we had a little too much to drink." Booth's face turned red.
"We haven't had sex in quite some time, being busy with work and missing our previous two date nights."
"No need to explain Bren. I get it." Angela's hand fell on her pregnant belly. "Well I better get going. Glad I was of help."
"Thank you again." Brennan moved to offer Angela a hug.
"Like I said, no thanks needed. I got an eyeful of Studly…" Angela winked at Booth, "and of course I expect details tomorrow at lunch."
"Of course, that is if I can remember the exact details of what we did. I'm afraid the effects of alcohol has adversely affected my memory."
"Bones!" Booth hissed.
Angela laughed heartily. "Tell the kiddos I said goodbye."
"I will." Brennan nodded, wincing as the action aggravated her headache.
"Bye Studly."
The couple waited as Angela let herself out.
Brennan turned to Booth. "I still don't understand why you are embarrassed. Angela finds your physical appearance attractive, she has always told me that. I have also always shared details of our love making to her. She does the same about what she does with Hodgins. I find that we learn from each other, and when we apply what we have learnt, it benefits our spouses as well."
"Right. Only you could science up something like makin' love so well." Booth chuckled. "We'd better start cleaning up." He pulled out her panties from his pocket. "We don't want the kids stumbling on things like this."
This is my last instalment for the February challenge. Hope I managed to meet the brief with every one of these stories. They were very enjoyable to write, hope you enjoyed reading them too.
