She winked at him as he shifted his hips unconsciously.
"You know." She mused, licking her lips. "The strawberry topping is nice, but it needs something. Something to counteract the sweetness.." She smiled. "I think I'll go see what else is in your kitchen cupboards." She leapt of the bed and walked away, swaying her hips, knowing he couldn't do a thing to stop her.
Booth wrapped his hands around the slats on the headboard and grinned.
Oh, the possibilities!
Chocolate fudge sauce.
Caramel topping.
Maple syrup.
Whipping cream...
The whipping cream might be fun.
It'd been a while since he played with whipping cream...
And then there was the liquor cabinet, still fully stocked.
Butter Ripple Schnapps.
That mint stuff that tasted like toothpaste.
The Fireball would go nicely with the strawberry topping.. Like cinnamon hearts and strawberry tarts on valentines day.
What was the name of that bakery again?
There was a giggle from the kitchen, and a second later Brennan stood in the doorway, holding a plate and a fork.
He watched as she stuck the fork into whatever was on the plate and lifted it to her lips, slowly putting it in her mouth, then closing her mouth around the food and moaning.
"What did you find?" He asked curiously.
"Cake." Brennan smiled. "With butter cream frosting."
She walked over the bed and crawled on top of him, offering him a taste.
He ate it slowly, his eyes watching her, wondering what she had in her mind.
Slowly, they ate the piece of cake, until all that remained was the icing.
She grinned and dipped her finger in it, then wiped it on his chest. "Let's see how THIS tastes."
He groaned, the icing was cold, and her tongue was warm, and her other hand was putting icing places where he REALLY wanted her...
And her head was following, going there...
He gasped, and she giggled.
He watched as she licked every bit of icing off of him, his blood boiling with desire.
And he slid his hands and the cuffs up the slats until he could feel the spare key to the cuffs, taped to the back of the headboard...
