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ATHENA AND TARZAN

CHAPTER NINE

SUSAN H

"We leave tomorrow morning. That leaves us another night in the box."

"So Bones, how should we spend our last day in Vegas?"

"I would like to do laundry. We packed light, so…,"

"…we need to keep what we have clean."

"Right. What did you want to do?"

"No, laundry is good. Let's do laundry." Booth grabbed his plastic laundry bag.

"Hey Bones, after we finish our laundry, let's go shopping. I will pick out some pajamas for you, and you can pick out some for me."

"Pajamas?"

"Yeah," Booth smiled, "Pajamas."

"Okay," Brennan shrugged.

***

The two met for lunch after their shopping trips.

"I've been thinking about Zeus. He calls me Athena."

"What do you mean?

"According to Ancient Greek mythology, Zeus ate his first wife, Metis, because he was afraid she would give birth to a son that would kill him. Then, he developed a headache, and had his head cracked open, and out came Athena. Athena never had children of her own, but became a foster mother to Gaia."

"Bones why does someone always get eaten, when you get involved? So, now, we have a Zeus and Athena connection. Anything else to help us get into this guys head, oh, sorry, I guess you were already there," Booth laughed.

"Athena remained an unmarried virgin, and actually was thought to enforce sexual morality. I'm pretty sure there are no similarities there. The fact that Zeus insisted we get married, actually digresses from the myth."

"So, what does that tell us?"

"As far as I can figure, nothing at all. I was just making conversation. I mean, there is no way even I could find an Athena, Tarzan, Zeus connection."

"How did your shopping trip go?"

"Fruitful. And yours?"

"I'm feeling pretty good about it," he smiled, "Hey, let's order some sandwiches for takeout. I want to eat supper in tonight."

***

Back in the room, Brennan put the sandwiches in the refrigerator. Booth stood silently behind her, and she bumped into him when she backed away to close the door. He rubbed her arms, and she leaned against him.

"Should we trade gifts now," he asked, and started swaying.

"Isn't it a little early for pajamas?"

She bent her head forward, and Booth covered the back or her neck with moist, soft kisses. "It's jammy time somewhere in the world," he whispered.

"True enough," she breathed. He laid his open hands on her waist, and she felt his breath quicken on her neck. She continued swaying with him, unaware of anything else. He rested his chin on her shoulder, and several stray whiskers tickled her ear. He turned his head and breathed directly into her ear.

"So, do you want to exchange gifts?" he whispered in her ear again.

"I don't want to leave this spot."

He turned her around and ran his tongue along both her lips, until her lips caught his tongue and drew it in. He tickled the roof of her mouth and drew back out. She opened her mouth and pressed against his mouth and tried to draw him back in. Her tongue chased his, but he wouldn't obey, so she drew his bottom lip into her mouth. Booth moaned.

"Okay," she said, "we can trade gifts now."

Booth pulled her tighter, and slipped his hand under her shirt and squeezed her back. He ran his fingers under her bra strap, and teased the skin. Brennan's knees grew weak.

Booth broke the embrace. "Okay," he said, and grabbed his bag. He held it out to her. She caught her breath, and cleared her head before taking the bag. She looked inside, "It's red."

"Yes, pull it out."

She pulled out a long t-shirt. The front said, Anything that happens in Vegas…, she turned the shirt over, Stays in Vegas!

"I don't understand. This is not what I expected."

"Look at the tag. 100 percent organic cotton, all natural dyes, and 10 percent of the profits go to charity. I thought it was perfect."

"It is perfect. I expected something sexier, but I love it."

"You'll be comfortable in it, and nothing is sexier than you when you actually relax."

"This is so thoughtful."

"My turn," he held out his hand

She handed him a bag. He pulled out a pair of black boxers.

"They're 100% silk, and I thought they'd feel good on your skin. I wanted you to be comfortable too, but I didn't think you were the kind of man to buy yourself silk."

"You're right about that, but these really feel good." He pulled a white t-shirt out of the bag.

"How do you explain this extremely poorly made t-shirt?"

"Oh, that's all about THE MOMENT."

"What moment?" he asked, but she had closed herself in the bathroom.

***

Booth dressed in the boxers and the cheap t-shirt. He lay on the bed, and waited for Brennan. She opened the door dressed in the red nightshirt, with her hair pinned up, and wearing a pair of glasses.

She knelt on the bed at his feet, and crawled up along his body to his lap.

"This moment," she said and took off the glasses and hair clip, shook her hair out and ripped his shirt straight down the middle. She bent forward and kissed him.

"Oh, that moment," he moaned.