Disclaimer: I don't own them, if I did I wouldn't be writing fic.
AN: This is for the 50 Shades of Booth and Bones Challenge for Rynogeny's birthday. I hope this lives up to her standards, it's been a while since I wrote smut!
Enjoy!
How To Do a Push-Up By Thoretso
"47...48...49...50" Brennan walked into their bedroom after settling Christine for the night to find Booth on the floor doing sit-ups before bed. He had a nightly routine, bicep curls, sit-ups, and finally her favorite, push-ups.
As someone with a degree in forensic anthropology, she didn't work with the soft tissue often. Although she knew all the names of the muscles and how they affected the skeletal structure, she had only ever studied kinesiology as a means to better understand her bones. But if anyone could make her appreciate soft tissue, it was Booth. (Not that any part of him was soft.)
As Booth flipped over to begin his push-ups, Brennan took a seat in the arm chair and just watched. Her favorite physical attribute of his was the broad shoulders. She had admired them from the beginning, but ever since they had begun their physical relationship, she had truly come to love them. She had cried on his shoulders many times and she loved curling up along side him at night, head on his shoulder, strong arms wrapped around her.
But right now, her thoughts were far from the safety and security those strong shoulders, chest and arm muscles provided. Nope, as she watched his muscles ripple as he lowered himself to the floor and pushed himself back up on their bedroom floor in nothing but a pair of shorts, she was not thinking of a warm and cuddly teddy bear at all.
She could feel her body flushing as she watched. A pleasant heat spread through her whole body as she waited for him to finish. She must have gasped or moaned as she shifted in the chair watching him, because Booth paused mid push-up, cocked his head to look up at her and gave her that famous grin. He knew what he was doing to her and he loved it.
Well, two can play at that game she thought. First step was to take off her clothes. Booth wasn't watching as he had resumed his routine so she quickly whipped off the now uncomfortable clothing and dropped it on the floor next to him. She may not have the muscles and her body has definitely changed since Christine, but she was never shy in front of Booth. And she knew just what to do to make him crazy.
Instead of push-ups or crunches, she decided to showcase her flexibility with some of his favorite yoga stretches. Booth was finishing as she began with the usual Big Toe pose, so when he looked up at her, there she was in her skimpy underwear, showing him her long legs, ass in the air. He almost went for her right then, but this was only the beginning and he loved watching her bend and move.
Knowing she didn't want this to last long she moved right into the Standing Split, lifting her right leg straight in the air, almost brushing Booth with her toes as she lifted it to the ceiling. When Booth still didn't stop her, and all of the blood rushed to her head, she slowly came out of the pose doing a quick sequence of Downward-Facing Dog to Cobra making sure Booth got an eyeful of her chest.
She knew Booth was unraveling by the change in his breathing. She moved to a pose she knew Booth appreciated, Wild Thing. But by the time she was unfolding herself to stand back up he would have her in his arms. And tonight was no different, seeing her spread out and bent back with her body on display was the last straw.
He pulled her hips flush with his as she stood and claimed her mouth. When she pulled away to catch her breath he immediately attached to her neck as he spun her towards the bed. He more threw than placed her on the bed, and before she stopped bouncing on the mattress, he had kicked off his boxers and already started on her bra. This was going to be fast and the realization turned Brennan on even more.
Brennan threw her head back and arched off the bed as Booth moved lower on her body with hot wet kisses. Reaching her belly button, he spent time teasing her with his tongue and he worked off the last piece of clothing that separated them. After throwing her panties onto the floor, Booth took his time moving back up her body, getting lost in sucking and licking her soft breasts and hard nipples.
Although Brennan loved the attention, her body was begging for more and begging for it now. She grabbed Booth by the ears and pulled his lips up to meet hers again. She wrapped her legs around Booth, nudging him with her hips, needing pressure on her core. Booth answered her thrusts with his own, putting himself against her heat. He could feel how wet she was, there was no need to draw this out.
Brennan felt Booth lift himself off of her and groaned in loss until the groan turned to moans of pleasure as he quickly pushed into her, filling her. Booth set a quick pace of thrusts, making them both race toward completion. He wasn't going to last much longer and knew she would need a little more before she saw stars. Taking advantage of her flexibility (thank you again, yoga), he brought her right leg up, hooking it in his elbow. The tighter fit made him groan and increase his thrusts, dipping his head to her throat again.
Brennan grabbed at Booth's shoulders, digging her fingers into the muscles she had been admiring minutes before. She was trying not to leave marks on his back, but as his thrusts became quicker but also deeper, her body was on fire and she clung to him, trying to pull him closer.
Booth felt her shuddering against him, pulling him deeper and then heard her long low moan as her body tensed and then relaxed back against the bed.
With a few more strokes he joined her in bliss, collapsing on top of her. After coming back to reality they pried themselves apart and climbed under the blankets, sated and grinning madly.
As Booth drifted off to sleep, he mentally patted himself on the back. Shirtless push-ups worked every time.
