Now that the short interlude that I took in order to watch and write an addition for The Critic in the Cabernet is over, I can now refocus my attention on this story. Here's chapter 13. The installer has come and gone, and now Booth and Bones are relaxing in front of the mammoth television now in her bedroom. Hope you all enjoy it. Gregg.

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Booth was finally enjoying this day. Not that Parker being here for awhile while they had breakfast, but this right now was almost perfect. The television that Bones and Parker had chosen was installed and they were now in her bedroom relaxing on the bed enjoying the DVD that Bones had bought for him. Imagine his delight when she showed up with a history of his beloved Steelers! He was even comfortable. She'd found him a gel pillow for his ass and it was perfect. Now he could sit up in the bed, with Bones snuggled up next to him.

"This is a great TV, Bones," he said for probably the hundredth time. He took a drink of the beer that she'd brought him a few minutes before.

"Thank Parker," she told him for at least the hundredth time also. "He was the one who picked it out. And the DVDs as well." She pulled out something for him to peruse. "Here's the list for the SUV."

Booth almost groaned, but held it in. Sweets was going to be speaking to her Monday, so he could hold out that long, he figured. Besides, it was kind of cute, in a way, to see Bones really trying to fit a relationship into a box she could understand and depend on. He glanced at the list and almost had a coronary.

Booth,

Here's the list for when we're using the SUV. It applies whether on the way, or coming from a crime scene, or if we're just riding around enjoying each other's company.

#1: Talking dirty is not only allowed, but it is encouraged. Think of it as an in person version of phone sex. It will also improve your role playing skills.

#2: Clothing is optional from the waist down. I like to have something impressive to look at on long drives. I assume you do, too, but you'll have to make do with what I have to offer. Men are much more enjoyable to look at.

#3: Angela made mention about testing the shock absorbers, so I think frequent testing of them is called for, preferably in the back of the SUV, but on the hood is also alright. (Make sure you have a sign made that says "If this SUV's a rockin', don't come a knockin'". Also Angela's suggestion.)

#4: Make sure that an air mattress is in the supplies with a good electric air pump for quick inflation in case we need to make a stop for a quickie on the way to a crime scene.

#5: Wandering hands are most definitely allowed, and indeed desired.

#6: This is the only negative on the list. I will not perform oral sex on you while you are driving. Oral sex in the back of the SUV will definitely happen, though.

#7: Even during a quickie, I expect at least two, preferably three, orgasms. If you do not induce said orgasms, then I get to drive to and from crime scenes for the next week. I also get to control the use of the siren.

There it is, Booth. I think you'll like this one better than the others thus far. Love you, Bones.

Booth set down the list and couldn't decide whether to shout for joy, or cry at the injustice of getting a list that could induce a wet dream and not be able to do anything about said list. He had to admit that when Bones made a point of letting someone know that she wanted a physical relationship, she didn't waste any time. Half naked in the SUV? Wandering hands encouraged?? Frequent testing of the shocks??? Good lord he was going to be worn to a frazzle when she got done with him, and that was going to be just on an average day if this list was anything to go by. He did, though, make a mental note to purchase a heavy duty air mattress and put it in the SUV supplies. He had a feeling that it would be getting quite the field testing when he was up to snuff again.

"That's, uh, quite the list, Bones," he said when he found his voice again.

"You like it?" she smiled as she set her head back against his chest, feeling his heart beat.

"Well," he said in a slight drawl. "It sure is interesting. And I can guarantee you that I am all in favor of the activities mentioned, though number one's a bit of a stretch. Number 7, though, I think we need to discuss. I mean, I know I'm good, but you require two orgasms at least during a quickie??? That's a bit much, isn't it, Bones?"

"Not for the one having the orgasms," she chuckled. She let her fingers dance along his abdomen, enjoying the slight tensing of his abdominal muscles. She also noticed the nicely growing bulge in his sweat pants. Very nice.

"But driving for a week, and control of the siren," he whined just a bit. It just figured that after a totally awesome list, she'd put something terrifying in there. "How about four days and control of the siren for one day?" he wheedled.

"Five days and three for the siren," she countered. She was enjoying this.

"Four and a half and two on the siren," he replied.

"Deal," she smiled as she tickled his belly button.

He took a hold of her hand. "Easy there, Bones," he admonished. "It hurts just to laugh."

"And whose fault is that?" she asked playfully. She felt his free hand wandering a bit up her side and lightly brushing the side of her breast. She moaned slightly at the softly sensual feel of that.

"It's my fault I got stabbed with a fencing foil?" he asked a bit incredulously.

"Of course," she replied. "You sent that e-mail with the reminder of last year which was the root cause of me issuing the challenge. So it's really all your fault," she told him, using her own sort of logic.

"You know, it's a damn good thing that Sweets doesn't listen in on our conversations," Booth commented. "He'd have a field day with all we come up with to talk about."

"And banter about," Bones giggled.

Booth got a wondrous expression on his face. "Did you just giggle?" he asked. He'd only heard her do that a couple of times in the years he'd known her. Chuckle or laugh, yes, but not giggle.

"What? Can't I giggle if I feel like it? I am a girl, Booth, and as Angela is always saying to me when I get serious, girls should giggle. It breaks the monotony," she explained.

"I thought that's what I did," he teased.

"But you're not around 24 hours a day," she pointed out. "You could be though if you moved your office to the Jeffersonian," she half seriously suggested. It was something that she'd thought about as they had been working on many more cases than usual the last year or so. To her knowledge he was now doing most of his case work through the Jeffersonian instead of the other way around.

"No," he said instantly. "Don't get me wrong, Bones, I love you guys, even Foster, but I don't think I want to give up my office at the Hoover Building. Besides, I don't think I can handle being around the lab all the time."

"We'll see," she said with an impish smile. Before she could say anything, they heard the front door open and a voice boom out.

"Are you home, Baby?"

"Max?!" Booth paled.

"Dad?" Bones said with a smile. She hadn't seen him much the last couple of months as he'd been working on some projects for some sister institutes of the Jeffersonian's. Just as she was about to call out to him, her bedroom door opened and there stood her Father.

"Now isn't this a cozy little sight?" Max smiled. He let his gaze focus on Booth. "I see you finally got you head out of your ass, huh Booth?"

"I'd rather not talk about my ass, Max," Booth grimaced.

"Go and make some coffee, Dad, and I'll be out in a minute so we can talk," she told her father.

"Okay, Baby," Max said happily. He'd been hoping that his daughter would get together with Booth for almost as long as he'd known the man. He couldn't wait to find out how this came about. He walked away to the kitchen.

"I'm dead," Booth said morosely. Max may be pretty encouraging about the whole idea of a relationship with Bones, but Bones was his daughter. No Father liked the idea of his daughter in bed with a man, or finding her like that, either, no matter how innocent it was.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you," Bones said as she gave him a kiss and walked out of the bedroom.

"Now I'm really dead," Booth sighed. He took another swig of beer and leaned back to continue watching his DVD. It just figured that someone like Max would ruin lab time. He also needed to correct her about something from the list. Men were not more enjoyable to look at. No way. Women were the real viewing treat. She needed to rethink that statement. He'd discuss it with her after Max left, though. Some things were private, after all.

A/N: A little hand wandering, and a new list. Add in Max and I think it's a bit of fun. I've never written Max before, so I decided to add him in and have a fun time in the next chapter with him. I hope everyone had fun with this list. Let me know.

A/N2: In answer to Dana's question, my stories are all posted on this site and also my homepage, a link to which is provided on my profile on this site. When I eventually write the story she asked about, it will be on both sites.