I thought of all the lists that could be made at this point, and I wanted to see Jack vent a bit more, by mention rather than a full on scene, so I decided having Sweets do a list where both Booth and Bones are not happy would be a fun one to try, but wind up having an idea of their own. I hope you all enjoy this one. Gregg.
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Oh Dude! This was so AWESOME! Two sessions a week with his favorite people! Sweets could kiss Cullen for this totally wicked opportunity! And with them in a relationship it opened so many doors for some deep looks into their dynamics. Sweets was grinning like the proverbial Cheshire Cat as he walked into his office and booted up his laptop. This called for an e-mail to his two stubborn patients. He quickly composed it and sent it off to both of them.
Booth was on his side looking at a very satisfied Bones. She had this look on her face that was little short of sheer wonder and amazement. He was so da Man! The last two and a half hours he'd spent making damn sure that she had no complaints about him in the sex department. Even his ass didn't hurt as much! Major score! No more talk of being a prude! Looking down on himself he was a bit disgusted on one point. It took forever for Seeley Jr. to rise to the occasion. This whole Smurf look was a real downer, in more ways than one! Literally! But at least he wasn't a neon carrot like Hodgins.
"I seriously doubt I am the first woman you've seen post-coitus, Booth," Bones sighed as she rolled on her side and looked at her rather large, perfect Smurf.
"What can I say, Bones," he shrugged. "I can't get enough of looking at you."
Bones chuckled. "You're just saying that because you're having sex with me now," she chided teasingly. For a long time she'd noticed him looking at her with a decidedly unpartnerly appreciation. It had always flattered her, as well as frustrated her. He'd set that damnable line, after all. At least now all that frustration was ended and they could be honest.
"At least until this damn paint wears off," Booth remarked. "Then we'll be making love, Baby."
"DON'T call me Baby, Boothy Boy," she shot back, a smirk on her face.
"BOOTHY BOY???" Booth arched a brow. "I don't think so Bonesy Wonesy."
Bones immediately backed down. "Okay, it's Boothy and Bonesy," she agreed to the pet names in private. "No add ons. In PRIVATE. And NO Baby." She laid back and sighed, looking at the clock. "Could you get me my laptop? I'm expecting an e-mail from my editor and need to reply if it came."
"Sure," he told her as he carefully managed to get off of the bed and slowly make his way from the room, ignoring the fact that she was better able, physically, to get the thing than he was. He stilled at the door. "Enjoying the view?" he asked cheekily over his shoulder.
"Perfection," Bones smiled as she took in his whole body from behind. Damn what a perfect ass! "Even if you are all blue."
Booth groaned as he made his way to the living room and got her laptop. The slow, somewhat painful steps told him that he had a ways to go on the healing front with the bruising. Making his way back to the bedroom he brought the laptop to her and gently laid on his side facing her. Now his ass was throbbing. A pain pill was in order very soon he decided. He noticed a shocked look on Bones' face and he got worried all of a sudden.
"What?" he asked.
"We got a list," she said, not quite believing what she was seeing.
Booth groaned. "Who from now?" he asked.
"Sweets," she told him.
"Damn!" Booth cursed. "What's that little pimple want now? And what the hell is he doing sending us lists?"
"Evidently he sent the same one to you," she replied turning the laptop to him so he could read the list.
Dr. Brennan and Agent Booth,
Deputy Director Cullen has informed me of the added sessions and I have you tentatively penciled in for Tuesday and Friday of each week at 3:00 pm. They will be one hour blocks of time, but there will be certain rules involved in these sessions.
Rule #1: Cell phones will be turned off and handed over to me for the duration of each session. No exceptions, and Cullen has signed off on this.
Rule #2: The truth zone will be strictly enforced. To enhance this, we will be returning to the tried and true trust exercises.
Rule #3: Once a month we will devote a session to how the relationship is affecting each of you personally. This will be in order to gauge the positive and negative aspects of this new relationship.
Rule #4: As Dr. Hodgins mentioned to me this morning about the rather bizarre role playing episode that was engaged in by you, we will be devoting several sessions delving into the positive and negative consequences of fantasies. I find it fascinating that one of you has a Smurf fetish. During these sessions a solid discussion about the positive aspect of healthy role playing will be necessary. I'm sure Agent Booth will agree that being turned into a Smurf for several weeks is not a very positive development. A picture of Agent Booth in his current state will be necessary for my records.
Rule #5: I have arranged for the two of you to attend a couples retreat for professional colleagues who are romantically involved. It is a four day retreat taking place next month, so the blue body paint should have worn off by then.
Rule #6: I have a new questionnaire for the two of you to fill out, separately, to develop our new therapy dynamic. It is attached to this e-mail. You may turn it in on our next session date which is scheduled for when Agent Booth comes back to work after his leave of absence.
That's it, I guess. At least for now. Let me just say that I am really excited about these added sessions. It's a golden opportunity for us to really get to the heart of your interpersonal dynamics. If we buckle down and work hard, we will get a lot accomplished. Just remember one things. The rules above are non-negotiable. I'm looking forward to getting started.
Lance Sweets.
PS~ Please don't tell Daisy about the body paints. I don't want to wind up in the same predicament as Agent Booth and Dr. Hodgins.
"I am going to kill Hodgins!" Booth said with a bit of frustration. "Couples retreat? No cell phones? Role playing discussions? This is a nightmare, Bones."
"I don't like it any more than you do," Bones pouted. "Now Sweets has the top hand."
"Upper hand, Bones," Booth corrected automatically.
"Whatever," Bones waved her hand dismissively.
"We need to come up with a strategy to nip this thing in the bud," Booth declared firmly.
"But Cullen signed off on this," Bones pointed out.
"Oh, yeah," Booth sighed. "This sucks, Bones."
"Agreed," she replied. She looked him up and down. "You do look cute in blue, though."
"Thanks for reminding me I'm a Smurf, Bones," he said sarcastically.
"But a very handsome, Smurf," she giggled. Then a thought occurred to her. "We could get back at Sweets."
"How?" he asked, not quite into the conversation.
She smiled that mischievous smile that she got when she was playful. "We could 'doctor' the questionnaires and make it look like we have some rather impressive neuroses between the two of us," she explained. "It would be fun to see him try and deal with the things we could imply. And I could inadvertently let slip to Daisy about Smurf Sex, and let her know the kind of paint we used, but not the consequences."
Booth smiled. "I like that idea," he mused. He loved the idea of fucking with Sweets' mind a bit. Now that they couldn't hold onto their cell phones during sessions, this would make the sessions at least entertaining. "Now we need to find a way to get even with Jack," he told her.
Bones chuckled. "I think we can trust Cam to handle that side of things," she replied.
"Oh yeah," Booth grinned, recalling Jack's tirade about all the extra grunt work he'd gotten stuck with by Cam.
It was early evening and Bones was getting a bit hungry. "Feel like some takeout?" she asked, noticing the rumble of his stomach which matched her own.
"Call Sid and then we can plot against Sweets while we eat," he grinned.
"And then we can have some more fun," Bones said in a sultry tone.
"Remind me to call in a refill on my pain pills," Booth called out as she got out of bed and went to the living room to call for the dinner. She'd decreed that cell phones in the bedroom while he was on leave were a no no. Finally his day was getting better. Even if he was still a Smurf.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this one. I felt a list from Sweets would be a fun one. I hope you all enjoyed it. Gregg.