Um, lets say this is a little after the season finale
Pirate
The small canvass tent feels like an oven as Booth starts to change out of his clothes, hoping that Brennan is okay with the heat in her own tent. With the image of his pregnant girlfriend passed out on the ground, he quickens his movements, cursing himself for answering the phone the previous morning instead of snuggling in bed with Brennan.
"How you doing over there, Roxie?" he calls through the material, pulling the calf length leather boots onto his feet.
"I have more layers than you do," Brennan answers irritably, obviously struggling with her outfit.
"Yeah, but are you doing okay with the heat and you know, the bun?" he continues, trying to tie up the laces at the throat of his shirt without pulling them too tight and looking like a dork.
"Yes, Tony, I'm not going to faint every time the temperature rises," she says defensively. Suddenly she is speaking softly, apparently leaning into the canvas separating their spaces. "I thought we weren't going to talk about the baby at work?"
"Bo-Roxie, it's just us," he whispers back, using the undercover name just in case. "And I thought you were ready to tell everybody?"
"I am, just not during a ca-…the festival," she answers, the sound of fabric indicating that she has resumed changing. "It may be just us now, but soon Cam and Hodgins will be attending and I don't want them to find out that way. After, I promise."
"Okay, but doesn't mean I'm not going to be keeping an eye on you. Hey, look at this!" he smiles widely, picking up a long sword in a leather scabbard.
"Obviously I can't look. Ugh, this costume is ridiculous!"
"Okay, I'll wear the poofy shirt and the boots but I am not wearing the stupid bandana," Booth says decisively, shoving his clothes into the provided bag to be placed in his car. He steps out of the tent, adjusting the leather vest to fit more comfortably. "Babe are you almost done?"
"Do not call me babe," Brennan grumbles, stepping out of the tent.
Booth's jaw drops as he looks over at her. The heeled calf length boots accent her long legs perfectly, aided by the tight black pants. A corset placed over a off the shoulder white billowy shirt shows off her womanly curves so well that Booth has to stifle the urge to drag her into the tent and pillage her.
"We, uh, we are keeping the costumes right?" Booth asks hopefully, staring at her.
"Why do you get a sword?" Brennan asks indignantly, placing her tri-corner hat over her curled hair.
"Well, hey, you got a hat," he smiles.
Brennan rolls her eyes and turns back into the tent. Booth gets a glance of how her behind looks in those skintight pants and has to remind himself that they're still trying to hide their relationship from their co-workers. Brennan reappears just as he gets his control back and places her hand on her hip, unconsciously striking the sexiest pirate pose Booth has ever seen.
"Oh, this is going to be a long case," he mutters.
