The response to "Mangoes" completely blew me away. Much love to you all!

This was a suggestion made by bostonlegalgirl during a twitter discussion for ideas for this collection. Get the bucket of cold water and cigarettes ready for this one, folks.

Cotton Candy

"You're not honestly telling me that you've never had cotton candy," Booth asked Brennan as he dragged her gently by her arm through the crowd of carnival patrons—mostly teenagers, and over toward a food cart.

"No, I've had it; it's just been nearly twenty years. I might as well have never had it. Dad always called it spun sugar or candy floss," Brennan mused as they approached the long line.

Booth pulled Brennan in closer to his right side, slid his hand around to her backside, and nudged his hand into the right back pocket of her youthful looking denim skirt.

Brennan gave Booth a disapproving look, but Booth didn't remove his hand from her behind.

"Ya know, Bones; I still can't believe I got you to come to this carnival. I thought for sure that I'd be stuck here like all the other loser dads, waiting on the sidelines as their kids and their friends took free reign of this place."

"You look like you're having fun to me, and you're not a loser Booth."

The line moved up a bit.

"No, I'm not, but to the kid who is currently off with his friends trying to ignore that I exist, it makes me feel like it."

"Booth—"

"No, it's okay. It's part of growing up. Parker's just embarrassed that I'm not like his friends' parents. I'm not 'cool' enough to just drop them off here and then come pick them up later. I had plenty of moments like that growing up around Pops. Ya know, it's a wonder he even still talks to me after the crap I did to defy him and dodge him when he insisted on taking me places. But at least right now I have the pleasure of having you keep me company."

They were next in line after the couple in front of them and he hugged her to him closer as they stepped forward.

"You're a good father, Booth," Brennan said seriously, as she moved her left hand from around his waist and down into the left back pocket of his own jeans.

Booth turned to look at her with raised brows. He was met with a warm and playful smile.

Taking their change and their popcorn, the teenaged couple in front of them moved off into the crowd. Booth and Brennan separated themselves as they stepped up to the window and Booth ordered a cotton candy. Brennan decided that she didn't really want one of her own and that she'd just have a few pieces of Booth's.

They moved to stand in a not so heavily trafficked area to consume the cotton candy.

Booth unwrapped the clear plastic from around the pink and blue fluffy candy. He pinched a little bit and pulled it away, holding it out to Brennan, who tried to take it with her fingers.

"Nuh-uh-uh, Bones," Booth said jerking it out of reach.

"Stop teasing, and let me have it."

"When a fun snack is being shared at the carnival, it's the guy's job to feed it to his girl."

"I cannot even begin to tell you everything wrong with that statement. I can feed myself, Booth."

"Yes, I know you can, but this way is more fun. Just indulge me a bit, please?"

If I'm going to do this, I'm going to make sure it's fun, Brennan thought to herself.

"Okay," she agreed.

Booth had already popped the first piece into his mouth since she didn't take it, so he pulled another piece away.

This piece was a little bigger and more strung out than the first one. He held the piece up to her mouth, and she leaned the last bit into the candy, taking her time as sweet filaments of the candy melted away into sweet nectar.

She pulled away slightly, slowly licking her lips and watching as the remaining piece between his fingers shrunk as it was exposed to the moisture from her mouth.

"Sweet. Sticky," she murmured before taking his wrist in her hands and guiding the piece back to her mouth.

Slowly, she consumed the piece, making sure that her lips came into contact with Booth's fingertips. He opened his fingers to surrender the piece to her, and before he could pull away to get her another piece, she'd pulled his index finger between her sticky, pink lips, grazing it with her teeth and tongue as she guided it back away from her again so that she could do the same with his thumb.

Booth stood there slack-jawed and barely breathing as he fought to keep his arousal at such a simple (and sofuckinghot) gesture from becoming a visible evidence of her effect on him.

Booth tossed the rest of the cotton candy toward the trash near them, not even caring if it made it to its destination.

"Booth! I wasn't—"

"Yes, you were, and I believe you have a little right… here," he cut her off and pulled her into him hard and kissed her with so much fervor and passion, and tasting the sweet stickiness on her lips, that they both almost forgot of their very public location.

It finally took some smart-ass kids calling out to them to, "Get a room," before either one of them had sense enough to keep it from going excessively further than was appropriate.

Booth checked his watch.

9:30. Good, a whole half an hour until we are supposed to meet Parker at the Ferris Wheel to get ready to leave.

Booth looked around, and spotted a fairly deserted attraction.

"C'mon, Bones," Booth said, grabbing her hand and pulling her along with him.

When they approached the attraction, Brennan's eyes lit up, "A House of Mirrors?"

Booth just grinned and waggled his eyebrows at her.

Walking up to the carnie, Booth pulled out a fifty-dollar bill.

"How long has it been since someone's gone in there," Booth asked.

"Several minutes. No one's in there now," the scraggly old man replied. "It's late enough that all the younger children have been taken home. The older kids and adults prefer the bigger rides and games."

"Not tonight, pal. Let's say… you let us have about twenty or twenty-five minutes, huh?" Booth asked, holding out the fifty in front of the man.

The old man just smiled and nodded at the couple, "Ah…"

The man flipped the sign around, took the bill from Booth, and gestured them inside before he chained the entrance off.

"Gotta take a smoke break anyway, might as well get paid fifty bucks for it," he muttered to himself as he stepped around to the back of the rig to light up.

Inside the maze of mirrors, Booth led them to a dead end toward the center. He knocked on the shiny reflective surface and then pressed hard against it.

"Booth, what are you doing?"

"Testing the strength. It's a plexi-glass instead of regular glass mirror, so we don't have to worry about shattering it and having it shred us to death."

"Is the strength satisfactory?" Brennan asked.

"Oh yeah. C'mere," he said as he stepped into her personal space and backed her into the corner of the dead end. He claimed her mouth roughly against his, their hands already seeking purchase on whatever they could grab.

It wasn't long before Booth's hands found themselves riding up underneath the hem of her skirt.

"Smart choice with the skirt, Bones."

"Mhmm," she acknowledged as she moved her mouth down his jaw and throat.

Booth lifted the skirt a bit and teased the panties down her legs. As she stepped out of them, she leaned down to pick them up and stuffed them into the pocket of Booth's green canvas jacket.

"Oh, souvenir," Booth growled. "Nice."

Booth reached his hand between them and ran his fingers up her slit, dipping them in slightly on their journey, but not quite reaching the her sensitive bundle of nerves before retreating and repeating the stroke.

Brennan's head fell hard back into the mirror at the sensation she was feeling as Booth's thick fingers stroked her folds.

"That's why I checked to see if it was real glass," Booth said, with a hint of self-satisfaction of being able to think properly enough through his clouded mind to ensure their safety.

"Oh, God, Bones. You're so wet."

Brennan worked her hands into the front of his jeans and found that he was fully aroused. She swirled the pearl of pre-come over the head, each stroke gathering more and more as it slowly gathered at the tip. Then she worked her hand over him in long smooth strokes.

Booth let out a grunt as he let the reality of their current situation hit him full force as he listened to thepeople, rides and games around them. They were getting sexual in a very public place. A place where people were walking or standing around probably not even forty feet away, and separated only by several layers of a highly shiny, nearly opaque plexi-glass.

All these thoughts about how easy it would be to be caught or heard, and Booth found that he really couldn't give a fuck.

Really. Not a single fuck.

"So ready for me to take ya right here, aren't ya, baby? You want me to pound into that sweet pussy. Right here in this public place, against these mirrors. Huh? You do; don't you? It would be so easy for me to just hitch you up, just like this," Booth said, demonstrating, but never removing his fingers from their happy spot.

"Then, I'd grind myself," Booth again demonstrated, trapping Brennan's hand on his cock and between them, "just like this against you, and there'd be no effort at all as I slide right home."

Booth stroked his fingers roughly up into her from where he'd been lining the outside and mostly just teasing her.

"And it'd be so easy, too, Bones. You know why?"

Her only response was to bite her bottom lip to keep from crying out his name surrounded by several curses as he pumped his fingers into her.

"Because, you're so wet and so ready for me. I'd be able to do just as I'm doing with my fingers, here. Hard and furiously fast. You'd like that; wouldn't you?"

All the while, Booth kept his hips pressed into her as she kept her hand in place, rubbing his cock in the rhythm with which he'd ground into her and her other hand cupped around his denim-clad ass as she pulled him into her. The pressure from his arousal and her hand rubbed against her clit, putting a delicious pressure and teasing her in just the right spot as she rode his fingers.

"Bones, turn your head to the side and look in the mirror, baby. Watch what I'm doing to you. Watch what you do to me."

Booth briefly claimed her lips again before trailing his mouth down her throat, stopping at the base right near her collarbone as she continued to watch what they did to each other.

"Oh, Booth! Ahh," she started letting breathy sighs that he knew meant that she was close, and probably close to crying out.

He removed himself from her neck, "Here, baby… ungh… bury your face… in my neck. Remember that… we're in public," he reminded her.

She immediately followed his suggestion and just barely made it as her orgasm hit her and she shivered and shook, biting his neck to keep from screaming.

Booth quickly followed in his own orgasm, spun by the flutters of her own around his fingers. He dropped his face into her hair, and kept his grunts low and deep in his chest as much as possible to keep from being heard outside of the maze.

They took a few seconds to recover before they decided that they should use the mirrors for composing themselves and making sure they didn't appear to have just done what they did.

Not even ten minutes later, they were standing with each other near the Ferris Wheel, waiting for Parker.

Booth had bought two more bags of cotton candy, and they shared playful and youthfully mischievous looks with each other as they fed the other the cotton candy from one bag, waiting for Parker to arrive.

The other bag was for later.

I hope that was good for you. Cigarette? Cold shower?

Please let me know what you thought. It's how I know what you like and what you don't.

XOXO,
Jen