This is the final chapter to this one. I know that it could go on virtually ad infinitum, but I wanted to end it on a fun note where Bones once more gets back at Booth and Sweets. Thank you for all the great responses to this story, and I hope you like this one. Gregg.
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Booth was in a great mood as he and Bones walked into Sweets' office. He'd had the best three weeks of his adult life, and it was only getting better. Bones was a walking, talking sex machine, and Seeley Booth was the damn lucky recipient of her laser-like focus for her attentions. Fortunately for him the horsey play was long in the past. She seemed, though, to be working her way through the Kama Sutra page by page. He needed to give her a small reminder that he wasn't as limber as he was a few years back, and his spine was a bit sore right then.
"Hey, Sweets! How they hangin'?" he asked in a booming voice.
"Booth!" Bones admonished. "That is not very nice seeing as Sweets could have been seriously injured."
"Could have been?" Sweets asked incredulously. "Try he was seriously injured!"
"Get over it, Sweets," Booth told the younger man. "You got a fruit basket out of the deal. What more could you want?"
"I nearly get my balls fried to a crisp and you think a fruit basket makes it all better?" Sweets cried out a few octaves higher than normal.
"You could have Daisy kiss it better," Bones offered. Inside she was pleased with herself as she said something that Booth had told her once about what he used to do with Parker to get Parker's mind off minor cuts and scrapes. She adjusted it for this one and began her slow payback. Booth looked ill at the thought of what she'd just said, so the payback was going well. Booth may have a plan for this session, but she was the one who would get the revenge, especially when she turned the session into one of her own plans instead of following Booth's.
"Uh, Daisy's not allowed near them for a while," Sweets managed to squeak out. It's not that he didn't want to be with Daisy, but he needed to work a bit on the irrational fear he had about Daisy going anywhere near the Boys.
"Well, let's get started, Sweets," Booth said with a sigh. He pulled out his cell phone and showed Sweets that it was indeed turned off, then he looked at Bones who did the same.
"Okay," Sweets said with a smile. "I was thinking that this session could be a trust building exercise."
"I would like to do word association," Bones blurted out all of a sudden.
Sweets paled and Booth turned beet red, clearly remembering the last time that they'd played that little game.
"You would?" Sweets gulped as he saw the deadly glare that Booth shot his way.
"Yes," Bones replied simply.
"Uh, Bones, how about we go with something simpler," Booth suggested. "I know! We can catch each other before the other hits the ground by falling back."
"Excellent suggestion, Booth," Sweets nodded in agreement. Anything to get away from word association.
"Word association," Bones said, throwing a glare of her own at the two men.
"Fuck," Booth muttered under his breath.
"Cock," Bones replied, a smug smile on her face, also noting the horror on Booth and Sweets' faces.
"Rooster," Booth said, desperately trying to clean it up, knowing that protesting that the word she'd worked off of was not a word for the exercise would get him nowhere.
Sweets watched the two and wanted to shrink into the floor and die. Dr. Brennan was clearly exacting some revenge for the last year's antics, and was using his manipulation of Booth on the subject of session boundaries to her advantage.
"Alpha Male," Bones responded, not letting the subject get too far away from where she wanted it.
"Alpha Female," Booth shot back smugly. Let her try and turn that one around. It was a positive one, after all.
"Dominant," Bones fired her own response. She saw Booth take a deep, steadying breath, which she found amusing.
"Bones," Booth blurted without thinking.
"Boning," Bones said with a sly wink.
"Hot," Booth said, again with no censoring, despite the fact that his conscience, which had some morals and standards left, was screaming at him to keep it clean.
"Hard," Bones said in a steady purr. She moved her gaze to Booth's lap and licked her lips at the site of his straining hard on.
Sweets was watching this with mounting horror. He'd had his damn office fumigated after the last visit, and now they were heading in the same direction. He was definitely going to write an article on the evils of word association after this one. It didn't build trust. It created nightmares and horror stories!
"Soft," Booth added, a little bit of a growl in his voice, his libido when it came to Bones getting the better of his moral sensibilities.
"Pussy," Bones said bluntly and directly, though with a very seductive purr to it.
"I want you," Booth blurted out. Jr. was clearly in control now and Sr. would be in confession that afternoon getting a serious lecture and getting called a pervert any number of times by his priest. He'd also be blushing to beat all Hell every time he as much as glanced at Bones for the next few days. But dammit! Sex with Bones was SEX WITH BONES!
"Then take me," Bones told him, a wicked smile gracing her lips. She figured that making out and having sex in Sweets' office every session for the next few weeks would send a message about who was really in charge to both Sweets and Booth. She'd make it up to Booth that night, though.
"Get out, Sweets," Booth ordered without taking his eyes off of Bones.
"Now hold on!" Sweets protested, demonstrating that he had some courage left stored up in his fried testes. "This is MY office. I just had the damn place fumigated from the last time you two did this!"
Booth tore his gaze away from Bones for a moment and glared at Sweets. "Sweets, I have a gun, and unless you want to have your dick shot off and the remains fed to you, you will GET OUT!"
Sweets stomped out of his office, red faced and humiliated once again. His own office was turning into a damn bordello for Booth and Brennan now that those two were together. He almost had heart failure when he heard what Brennan said as he was closing the door.
"Bend me over his desk and take me from behind, Boothy," she said with a husky, sexy bewitching tone of voice.
It was official. The last year was only the warm up. Sweets' whole life had just entered a state of Hell. The really fucked up part, in his opinion, was that the one wielding the whip now was none other than Dr. Brennan, and she had both himself and Booth by the balls. He pulled out his cell phone and called the cleaning service he'd hired the last time this happened. He had a feeling that this "session" would make the last one look like a day at the park.
A/N: All is right with the world and Bones has the upper hand, which she deserves after the antics that Sweets and Booth pulled over the previous year. Thank you for staying with me on this one, and the reviews have been wonderful. Gregg.