Booth froze.
On camera...
Jennifer, the film student..
"Why?" He replied hesitantly. "What have you seen?"
Brennan's jaw dropped open. "Booth!"
"What?"
"You've allowed yourself to be filmed during sex!"
Silk sheets.. Velvet throws.. Corsets and neckties and glasses of wine..
"It was tastefully done." He muttered, remembering..
Skin flickering in the glow of the fireplace, the scene set in Victorian era, those ridiculously tight pants, her hair piled on top of her head, curls cascading down..
He'd really liked that corset, so he'd taken it a step further.
Brennan would look great in a corset.
And hose..
With garters..
The camera could zoom in on his hands, undoing the clasps of her garter, rolling the hose down those incredibly long legs..
"What do you mean?" She interrupted his thoughts.
"What?"
"It was tastefully done?" She repeated. "How?"
Booth coughed, and shifted position. "It was on a movie set, made to look like a Victorian bedroom, it was for a scene in the movie."
Brennan looked confused. "What movie?"
"Just some indie thing the film students put together. In college." He grinned. "It was supposed to only look real.. But it was real.. We actually had sex. You can't see.. You know." He winked.
"Oh."Brennan looked disappointed.
"And then, there was that time.." Booth mused.
The lap dance.
The camera sitting on the counter.
Him tied to the chair.
And Margot, gyrating on top of him, music playing in the background.
She'd removed her top..
And rubbed herself all over him.
He hadn't even tried to get free.
Why spoil the show?
Eventually he'd loosened the bonds that held him to the chair, and tackled her to the floor and..
"Booth,"
"Yeah?"
"You said there was another time?"
He smiled innocently. "It wasn't my idea."
But he'd had his own camera on the coffee table, unknown to Margot.
So that he could catch the action from behind, later.
He'd learned a lot from Jennifer.
And Margot wasn't the only one he'd used his knowledge on.
He'd never do anything to embarrass the girls.
He had the videos tucked away in his secret hiding place.
And they always knew there was a camera on, somewhere. He just didn't tell them where.
Made it more natural.
"I'm surprised you agreed to be filmed." Brennan noted. "Given your dislike for porn."
Booth raised an eyebrow. "Who says I dislike porn?"
"Well, but that case in the suburbs.."
"Did you see that whip? I should have confiscated that. It was great, really smooth action, and a comfortable grip." He remembered suddenly.
"What?" Brennan dropped her pen.
"Bones, just because I don't show YOU my porn collection doesn't mean I don't have one."
"You have a COLLECTION? I've never even seen a pinup poster at your place!"
"You should look under the housecoat on the back of the bathroom door then."
She tilted her head, taking note mentally. "I will."
"Good."
"Good."
"So..Ever been on camera Miss Brennan?" He drawled.
She hesitated. "Security Camera."
His eyes lit up. "Where?"
Maybe he could get the footage..
"The library."
Booth chuckled. "Did you get banned?"
"Of course not. I'm a doctor."
Booth sat up. "Wait, I thought the library happened when you were a student!"
Brennan smiled sweetly. "Who said that?"