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A/n: So ...sadly, no new Bones today, but to make up for that, pal Dispatch and I decided to post mirror one-shots of smutty goodness. Mine is from Booth's perspective, hers is from Brennan's , both are full of smutty goodness. If you don't like smut, please turn away now. If you do, then enjoy! This prompt was left by a lovely reader and I'm blanking on who, so come forth and take credit! :)

Prompt: "My sports team won a game" sex.

Game Plan

He felt good.

Hell, better than good. Fucking fantastic. It had been iffy for a second there, but the Flyers had won the tie-breaking game that would send them to the postseason. Double overtime and blood, sweat, and broken bones for two players, but damn it, they were in the playoffs.

Booth grinned widely. Post season hockey. Fuck, yeah. There was only one thing better. He took the stairs to his bedroom two at a time, really hoping he'd be able to get that one thing. At the entrance, he leaned against the door and assessed.

She was propped up against the headboard, computer over her lap, typing away. Booth wanted to groan. Damn, not the computer. He eyed her from the doorway, gaze running over her damp hair and bathrobe. On the plus side, Booth was pretty sure she was naked under that robe. But …that damn computer. Not to mention that little line between her brows that told him she was one hundred percent focused on her work.

He knew she loved sex. He knew she loved sex with him and he was a lucky bastard because most of the time she was in the mood and refreshingly willing to act on that fact with hardly any need to hint on his part. Except when she had that laptop in bed with her and that little line of concentration between her eyes, telling him she was blocking everything else out.

Her focus was so complete that she hadn't even noticed his presence. Booth watched her bite down on her bottom lip, scrunch her pert little nose in obvious disapproval at whatever she was reading. God, she was freaking adorable. And he clearly needed a game plan because he wanted to jump her in the worst way and wanted her just as turned on as him.

"Hey, Bones." Softly, he closed the door behind him.

Brennan mumbled something that might have been his name without even glancing up and continued to type away. Booth headed straight for the bathroom, where he promptly brushed his teeth, replacing any possible beer breath with minty freshness. He made sure to shave, as well and splash on a healthy dose of aftershave; he knew his woman and she had a not-so-secret weakness for the sandalwood scent.

Brennan glanced up as Booth walked out of the bathroom. "Oh." With a frown, she looked at the clock. "Is the game over?"

"Yeah."

"Did your team win?"

"Sure did." Booth grinned, took a couple of steps closer to the bed. "Playoffs, baby!"

She smiled at his grin and glittery eyes. "You must be very happy."

"Understatement, Bones." He reached for the covers on his side of the bed and pulled them back, smile still in place. "Understatement."

Her gaze followed his movements. "Oh, I'm sorry, Booth." She leaned forward, closing down her laptop screen. "I can move somewhere else to work if you're ready to go to bed."

"No!" he said quickly. She raised her brows at him and he cleared his throat. "No, Bones," he tried for casual. "You don't have to leave."

"But won't the light…" She pointed to the lamp next to her nightstand, "and the sound of the computer keys bother you?"

If he were planning on getting some sleep, maybe. "Nah." She was looking at him with a curious gaze and he knew she was probably thinking something was up but couldn't pinpoint exactly what.

Booth gave her his most innocent smile. "Can't fall asleep without you next to me, anyway, Bones." That was true enough and the words made her gaze go soft as she looked at him. Despite the fact that she sometimes called him out for being overly sentimental, Booth knew she liked it when he went tender on her. She'd never admit it, but she liked it when he snuggled her and kissed her softly and whispered how much he loved her. Taking shameless advantage, he murmured, "Stay, baby."

Casually, and probably more slowly than strictly necessary, he stripped his lucky Flyers shirt. Her gaze followed the movement and he saw her swallow, before she blinked and turned back to her computer. She had closed the laptop and now looked at it as if unsure of whether to open it again or not. Booth tossed the t-shirt over a chair and slipped into bed beside her, but he made sure to keep the sheets at waist length. He rolled on his side, leaning over to drop a chaste kiss on her cheek. Her nostrils flared the second she caught a whiff of his aftershave.

Booth tapped the computer across her lap. "Go ahead," he murmured. "Didn't mean to interrupt your work." The words were innocent enough, but they were breathed, low and soft, into her ear.

"No, it's fine," Brennan replied, shifting the closed laptop to her nightstand. "I need to do more research before I continue, anyway." She extended a hand and opened a drawer. Booth immediately recognized one of her squinty journals. "I'll just do a little reading before turning in. You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not," he murmured again, shifting just a little closer. "I'm sure I'll fall asleep real quick." Another chaste brush of his lips to her cheek. Just a tiny little goodnight kiss, except for his mouth skimming oh so innocently over her jaw before he moved onto his back.

Booth raised his arms above his head, arranging his pillow in the perfect position. His back arched for a moment in a settling-in for the night kinda stretch. Muscles tensed and rippled and every damn pull-up, push-up, and sit-up he did at the gym was freaking worth it when her eyes flickered to his naked torso.

He sneaked a glance her way out of half-lidded eyes. It was almost impossible to contain a groan when her tongue came out, licking unconsciously along her bottom lip. Brennan shifted a little and her robe slipped just a bit along her thigh. He was getting harder by the minute and the temptation to part that bathrobe completely and slide a hand between her legs was almost overwhelming.

He skimmed his gaze up and saw that her eyes were trained on the journal again, but it seemed to Booth that it was taking her forever to turn the page. In fact, she was holding the journal with just one hand, the other one resting palm up on the bed. He seriously doubted she was reading much of anything. Testing, he rolled to his side again, facing her, and casually reached for her hand. He closed his eyes and rubbed the pad of his thumb in a small circle over her palm. She didn't say a word, didn't move her hand. Eyes closed, his fingertips moved lazily over her palm, almost as if he was lulling himself to sleep with the motion. Booth felt her shift on the bed, wondered if he was being way too subtle.

"Booth?" Softly whispered.

"Yes?"

"Are you going to sleep?"

"That depends," he drawled it out on a low murmur.

"On what?"

"On whether you wanna get laid as badly as I do right now." Subtle was never the best idea with Temperance Brennan.

She gasped softly and his eyes popped open just in time to see Brennan toss the journal aside. He was reaching for her and she was already sprawled over him, hands sweeping over his chest.

Her mouth skimmed over the freshly-shaved line of his jaw. "You smell very nice."

"You think?"

She nipped not quite so gently along his mandible. "Don't play innocent."

Booth tugged on the knot tied around her waist, yanked down the robe, exposing the clean line of her shoulders. "I have no idea what you mean."

"Huh-huh," she mumbled against his mouth, shoulders wiggling to make it easier for him to disrobe her completely. With a few quick tugs, he did, leaving her gloriously naked. "I suppose you think you're so clever, don't you?"

Booth chuckled sexily, stroked his hands along her side and palmed her hips. "I've got you naked and on top of me, don't I?"

"It appears that way." Brennan kissed his throat, moved to his chest in tiny, nipping kisses. "So, what do you want to do with me?"

He groaned, back arching as she ground herself against his groin. His hands raced over her back, winding into her hair. "I'll give you," he breathed out, tugging her head up to claim her mouth, "one guess."

Tongues tangled together in a deep kiss. Booth's teeth grazed gently along her bottom lip when she pulled back to gasp in air. Brennan clasped his shoulders, enjoying the feel of taut, smooth skin.

She looked down at him with kiss swollen lips and flashing blue eyes. Her hips rotated firmly against the bulge that was pressed right between her legs. When he moaned helplessly, her lips curved in a seductive smile.

"Do you wanna fuck me?"

"In the worst damn way," he immediately growled, hands shooting to her hips and rolling her under him.

Sheets tangled about their legs and were kicked off. Booth raised his weight off her a little and ran an open hand down her throat, between her breasts to her tummy. His hand looked rough and tanned in contrast to the smooth, creamy white of her gently curved stomach. With an unconscious growl, he stroked up, palmed one gorgeous breast, slid down again, tracing the contour of her body. It turned him on so much how she was all soft and feminine, her body a haven of satiny curves that made him so fucking glad to be a man.

Fingertips smoothed down his stomach, reaching for the drawstring of his black sweats. Brennan yanked down and he kicked them off, groaning as her hands curled around him. Cool fingers around his pounding cock. Instinctively, his hips shoved forward into her touch, his head fell back on a gasp of pleasure. Her fist stroked his entire length, from base to tip. She knew just how to touch him, her grip tight and moving just a little rough on him.

Damn. So good. So tempting to let her jerk him off into oblivion. But not tonight, no way. Not a damn chance he lost it so quick 'cause he wanted to fuck her for hours. He felt her other hand slip between his legs and cup his sac and knew he had to act. Inhaling, Booth circled her wrists, effectively stilling her hands. "Slow down."

Brennan's eyes flickered from the aroused length of him in her hand to his dark, dark eyes. Her lips curved up in a disbelieving smile. "Really?"

"I mean it." Male fingers tightened in warning over her wrists. "I'm not coming until I'm inside you." He released her hands and fell forward, catching himself with an open palm beside her shoulders. His mouth brushed over her jaw and slid to her ear. "All the way in, buried so deep, there might never be a fucking way out."

She gasped softly, practically entranced with the rough tone to his voice and the darkness in his eyes. Deciding to acquiesce without argument, her hands moved to his stomach in a light caress. "What about this?" Brennan murmured coyly, tracing defined abdominal muscles with the tip of her fingers. "Is this slow enough?"

He gave her a predatory smile that warned her not to mess with him. Instead of replying, Booth lowered his head to one breast, lips closing over a dusky nipple. He sucked hard without warning, making her back arch off the bed on a surprised groan. Liquid heat pooled low in her belly as he worked his way between each breast, tongue rasping over her nipple once, as if in preparation, before closing around the straining tip in a deliciously rough suction.

Brennan had intended to brush her hands over his stomach in a quick caress and then go right back to stroking him until he lost his mind. But it was her losing all composure. Her gliding hands slid over his back and wrapped around his shoulders and couldn't let go. Her breasts and throat practically throbbed from the storm of open-mouthed, sucking kisses he unleashed everywhere. On a particularly strong pull of his lips, her fingernails sank viciously into him. Booth groaned against her neck and Brennan knew she'd marked his skin. Any remorse vanished with the certainty that there'd be marks on her tomorrow too. The suction on her skin told her that wearing a high collar shirt was going to be necessary because no amount of make-up would cover up what he was doing to her. Dimly, it occurred to Brennan that she should probably put a stop to it, but it felt so good. Instead of stopping him, she moaned his name.

Booth's eyes glittered as he stared down at her, all soft curves and flushed skin. "You're so damn beautiful," he growled softly, cupping her jaw and sliding his thumb over the plumpness of her bottom lip. "Fuckin' perfect."

Her tongue swept out, sliding over the tip of his finger. Nostrils flaring in reaction, Booth slipped two fingers into her mouth, watching her close those perfect lips around the digits and suck gently. It was impossible not to think of her mouth sucking his dick just like that and the rush to his groin had him popping his fingers out of her pretty mouth in a hurry.

Brennan gave him an innocent smile. "Something wrong?"

His eyes narrowed. "Oh, you're just dying to get burned, aren't you?" He smiled dangerously, sliding a knee between her thighs to part her legs. "Well, let's just see how much heat you can take, huh?" His fingers, damp from her own mouth, arrowed down to find her clit. Fingertips pressed in a slick circle, once and again. Brennan moaned softly, knees spread wider. He grinned down at her, smug and cocky. "Oh, you're so ready, baby."

He teased mercilessly, fingers sliding and toying without penetration. Dipping down, he rimmed around her entrance before backing away. Brennan growled. "Do you wanna come?" When her nails raked him hard, he grunted at the sting and continued to taunt. "Do you want me in you? Making you wetter, hotter …"

"Booth!" Her hips snapped up into his touch, eyes brilliantly blue. "Stop tal—oh god!"

One finger slid home and out and then returned. By the third stroke he had two fingers inside her, pumping in time with her rocking hips. She clamped around his fingers, even her creamy thighs closed around his hand and he couldn't take his eyes off her.

Watching her come was like being pumped with adrenaline. The blood was pounding under his skin and when he drew his fingers from her body and licked them, Booth was sure the taste of her was making his blood sizzle. She looked up at him with languorous blue eyes, her body soft and still flushed with that orgasm. Almost lazily, her thighs parted again and god, she was pink and plump and wet. And he was so hard he could pound through steel.

Booth leaned forward, sliding one arm under her knee. "I'm gonna fuck you now." That was her only warning before he was buried balls deep inside her. Planting a hand on the mattress for leverage, he began to thrust. "Bones," he couldn't help growling as he sank into her. So very hot and soaking wet. "Jesus."

Keeping his arm hooked under her knee kept her open for him, sent him deeper. She arched her back and perked nipples scraped against his chest. Brennan's hands raced over his back, molded to his butt. He felt the edge of her teeth along his neck and then she was biting down on his shoulder. She bit him hard, but then placed the softest, most tender kiss against his skin. And his neck and jaw and she even nibbled delicately at his earlobe. "You feel amazing," Brennan whispered hoarsely. "I could spend all night with you inside me."

He shuddered and laughed breathlessly. "I don't think I can last all night." But he slowed down his thrusts in an attempt to keep a grip on his dwindling control. "You have any idea how fuckin' good you feel?"

Booth pressed a kiss to her throat and unhooked his arm from under her knee. He moved a hand along her waist to the back of her thigh and tipped to his side, holding on to her. His hand caressed up her thigh and curved over her bottom as her leg slid high on his waist.

On their sides, but face to face, his fingers flexed on her curvy ass as he rocked into her. Her mouth brushed his on every thrust and she wrapped around him like ivy. Her body pressed into his, pushing him until he was on his back and she was spread over him, knees tight around his hips. Her own hips lifted, sliding over his dick almost all the way to the tip, before slamming down.

He groaned loudly and Brennan chuckled a little against his mouth. She cupped his face, raining kisses over him, nibbling playfully at his lips. "Tell me something naughty," she requested huskily.

Booth smiled against her teasing mouth, familiar with this particular request. She would always whisper it against his mouth when she was feeling playful and wanted to drive him out of his mind. Because there was something about his brainy scientist asking him to talk dirty to her that drove him crazy.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna lose it," he warned her, clasping both hands on her ass to grind her firmly against him. She took the hint and rode him harder and Booth moaned in time with every rock of her body over his. "Can't ever decide what's hotter," he growled, between frenzied kisses to already kiss-swollen lips, "when I fuck you senseless or when you fuck me."

She groaned his name and shuddered in a rippling orgasm. He felt it all over his cock and lost it. Arms wrapping around her, Booth rolled, pinning her to the mattress and began to thrust. He gasped at the outrageous pleasure and drove deep inside her. Without even realizing it, her name tripped from his lips, again and again. She held him tight and he pressed his face to her throat.

Booth knew the one safe place to lose all control was in her arms. And he did. And it was the most addictive rush. Like always. Like lighting fireworks, and scoring the game winning shot and coming home at the end of the day all rolled up together in one glorious package.

"Bones," he panted, murmuring her name like a chant against her neck. "Bones, Bones, Bones."

She stroked his back almost absently, trying to regulate her own hectic breathing. Booth's entire weight was practically collapsed on top of her and it should have felt stifling but when he rolled away from her, she instinctively turned into him. There was something nearly drugging about the warmth and scent of him that drew her in like a magnet.

Booth draped an arm around her, hugging her close to him. He smiled lazily at the feel of her lips brushing over his jaw in a slow back and forth. Her nose nuzzled against his skin and she took a deep breath, inhaling his scent.

"Are you smelling me?"

"No."

He chuckled. "Knew the aftershave would work."

She nipped him, slight punishment for the obvious cockiness and then whispered to him, "Here's a secret for you, Booth …" A kiss to soothe the slight bite. "You didn't need the aftershave."

"Is that right?"

"Yes." A prim nod and then her voice was the one full of smug. "I was naked under my robe for a reason."

His eyes narrowed in surprise. "Were you now?"

"I'm very glad your team won."

Brennan smiled deviously and Booth realized the whole time she'd been there in bed, working so intently, offering to continue her work elsewhere, he'd been getting scammed. "You knew I was gonna jump you," he accused with mock indignation.

"The spike in testosterone and rush of adrenaline made you a …" Eyes glittered as she came up with the right phrase, "sure thing."

He growled a little, wound his fingers through her hair. "What if my team had lost?"

She gave a casual shrug, full of sexy confidence. "I was prepared to deal with that eventuality, as well."

Booth shook his head. "You little scammer," he laughed, stroking a hand over her back and landing a playful smack to her bare bottom. Brennan giggled and tried to roll away, but he banded an arm around her waist, kept her close. Nuzzling her neck, he whispered, "And here I had no idea I was so easy."

Her laughter turned to soft sighs as he covered her in kisses.

She felt happy. Better than happy. Just plain blissful.

-x-

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