Brennan lay sprawled out on her king sized bed, watching her husband with amusement as he preened for the mirror. He'd just finished brushing his teeth, grinning at himself in the mirror to check his work, and then he reached up to straighten his glasses. Seeing that his wife was studying him intently, he quirked an eyebrow at her. "So do you like what you see, Bones?"
"Definitely." She rose from the bed and walked into the bathroom, putting her arms around her husband's waist and leaning her head against his broad back. "You are a very attractive man, Booth, with or without glasses. Surely you must realize that…"
"Yeah, well, when I was a younger guy, I knew that sometimes women would check me out, so I figured I must look okay…" He shrugged a shoulder at his reflection, hoping he didn't sound too conceited. "I mean, I guess I wasn't ever movie star material…and now that I'm older, it doesn't happen as much..."
"Your facial features are quite symmetrical, and your physique is most impressive. I think that qualifies you as movie star material, Booth. I'm sure any intelligent heterosexual woman would find you to be very attractive. However, since you're no longer available, those women are in for a grave disappointment. I think perhaps once women notice your wedding band, they still look at you with appreciation, but they're not as overt in their admiration of your appearance since they know you're beyond their reach. I don't think it has anything to do with your age."
"I see. I suppose that makes sense." Booth smiled as he turned around to embrace Brennan. "Well, anyway, I'm the lucky one. I've got you, right?" He kissed her gently. "Now tell me the truth.", he laughed as he reached up to adjust his glasses. "You don't really think these glasses are all that sexy, do you? You were just saying that to get me in bed with you, right? Well, I guess it worked. It's a good thing I got the high impact frames since we got a little wild there for a while…"
Licking her lips as she ran her hands over Booth's shoulders and arms, Brennan wore a sly grin. "I really do like those glasses…they're very enticing. I think I'd like to go back to bed now, and I want you to come with me…" She took his hand and led him back to their bed. Booth reached up to remove his glasses. "Please leave your glasses on…"
"You know, I never figured that you'd have a glasses fetish…" Booth chuckled as he embraced his wife and pulled her close.
"It's not a fetish, really. I just think they look good on you, that's all." Brennan ran her finger along the upper edge of the frame enclosing the lenses. "Many people use objects to heighten their sexual pleasure. I just happen to prefer eyewear."
Booth smirked at Brennan's explanation. "Yeah, right. It sounds like a fetish to me. Maybe it's a squint fetish instead. You like it when I look like a squint, right?" He chuckled as she playfully slapped his arm. "But here's the big question. What's gonna happen when I don't need to use these specs any more, huh? Do I need to get some of those reading glasses to wear? You know, like you can get at the drugstore? Maybe I can get different colors to match my mood. What d'ya think? Maybe some red frames for Valentine's Day, and thick black ones for when I'm feeling squinty…" He was interrupted by his wife as she kissed him.
"I think you need to stop worrying about that, Booth. If you don't have to wear glasses any more, I'm sure I can find other things to enhance our sexual pleasure, although we may have to experiment to find out what those things are...at least until you need to wear bifocals."
Booth grimaced slightly as he shook his head. "Bifocals? No way. It'll be a long time 'til I need bifocals. Hey, maybe you'll have to start wearing glasses, too, and we can both have a glasses fetish." He tapped his frames as he grinned at her. "For what I have in mind, you're gonna need those high impact plastic frames, too."
Brennan giggled as she reached over to turn off the lamp on her nightstand. "I can't wait…"