On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me…
Booth entered their bedroom and after shucking his sweats, settled back onto the bed, sliding over to lay his head in Brennan's lap as she sat up watching a documentary. He sighed contentedly as she absently ran her hands through his hair, completely enthralled with whatever art history lesson she had turned on when Booth left the room to check on Christine and make one more sweep of the house.
"What the hell are we watching, Bones?" He sat up a bit and squinted at the screen. "Aztec mythology? I thought this was about art history."
Brennan shook her head in mock annoyance at Booth's pretended ignorance. "The piece they were showing when you came in is a tapestry depicting the Lords of the Night. It is centuries old, Booth."
"Lords of the Night?"
Brennan automatically switched to her professor voice as she explained. "Yes. In Mesoamerican mythology the Lords of the Night are a set of nine gods who each ruled over every ninth night forming a calendrical cycle. Each lord was associated with a particular fortune, bad or good, that was an omen for the night that they ruled over."
"Hmmm. Fascinating." Booth snuggled back down into Brennan's lap as he let his eyes drift shut, ignoring the program still playing quietly in the background.
"It is fascinating, Booth." She glanced down at his relaxed features. "But clearly not enough to keep your attention."
"Gimme a break, Bones. It's been a really long week with the holiday and case on top of case and I really just want to lay here, with our daughter sleeping safely down the hall, enjoy how good you smell and how soft you feel and just…be." He opened one eye and gave her a half-grin. "Without learning anything new."
Chuckling, Brennan leaned down to kiss him and what was supposed to be a quick peck rapidly turned into a heavy make-out session. Their remaining clothes went flying as Booth suddenly found himself on the bottom, watching as Brennan positioned him and slid herself onto him, releasing a sexy moan as he entered her.
Brennan stared at his face as Booth focused on where their bodies joined, the visual enough to make him moan and then cry out as she rotated her hips the way she knew he liked, and then dropped down completely as she ground their pelvises together. Unable to take not having control any longer, Booth grasped her hips and flipped them over, never losing contact.
"Impressive, Agent Booth." Brennan purred, and then gasped as Booth lightly bit one rosy nipple.
"You're damn right I'm impressive." Booth buried his face between her breasts and sucked the fragrant skin, letting his body do the talking from that moment on as they filled the room with the sounds of their lovemaking.
Afterwards, as they lay idly running their hands over each other's sweat-slicked bodies, Brennan sighed in satisfaction as Booth grinned. "Good?"
"Oh yes. Very good."
"I am a god."
Rolling her eyes, Brennan smacked his chest. "Isn't that offensive to your beliefs?"
"Don't care. Feel too good right now."
Snuggling into his side with an uncharacteristic giggle, Brennan agreed. "Yes, yes you do."
A/N: I swear there are 10 lords in there. Promise.