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A/n: Usually I try to ignore the online craziness over future episodes. But it seems the poor honeymoon episode is already getting flak and it hasn't even aired. So I figured I would write some fluff to combat the negativity. Enjoy!

Prompt: Booth and Brennan go to see a hockey game together.

Hockey Game

The noise of the crowd was deafening and Brennan marveled at the energy and sheer frenzy generated by what was essentially grown men with sticks skating around an ice rink. She smiled a little to herself thinking her husband would not be amused by her characterization.

Standing next to her, Booth was all fire and energy, yelling and even cursing at whatever action was happening on the rink. "No, no way!" He yelled in disgust. "Are you kidding me? That was so illegal! Bones, did you see that?"

Brennan nodded dutifully. "I saw," she raised her voice to be heard over the noise. "That appeared to be quite a violent cross check."

Booth's gaze snapped to her for a moment and his eyes widened. Her smug smile said she'd been reading up on hockey just so she could catch him by surprise. He barked out a laugh and slung an arm around her shoulders, bringing her into his body. "Nice," he praised in her ear so she could hear him over the roar of the crowd. "Hockey lingo coming out of your mouth is pretty hot, you know."

She laughed huskily, giving him a playful push when he nipped her earlobe. "You're missing the power play."

His gaze slid to the rink where there was indeed a power play in progress. "And here I thought you were spacing out when I was explaining the rules to you."

"Of course I wasn't," she said virtuously. "I take learning very seriously, regardless of the subject matter."

Booth eyed her and had to laugh again when he realized that even after all this time, there were still times that he couldn't tell whether she was serious or not. But he didn't mind. There was something delicious in knowing she could keep him guessing the rest of their lives.

"Oh, I know you do," he said in a teasing tone. "There will be a test tonight when we get home. I expect you to get an A."

She spared him one haughty look. "I always do."

-x-

"So, tell me the truth…you enjoyed the game didn't you?"

"I enjoyed spending time with you," Brennan replied evasively.

Booth grinned, eyes tracking the way she slid her jeans down her long legs. "Now, Bones, I heard you yelling right along with me."

She gave a small shrug. "I will admit that at times, I found myself getting caught up in the crowd's responses to the referee's calls."

"There were some lousy calls tonight, that's for sure," Booth grumbled a little but since they had won, he was able to shake it off quickly and get back to the matter at hand. "Bones, why don't you just admit that you liked it?"

"It's a remarkably violent game," she noted in that academic tone that could turn him on or drive him crazy, depending on the situation. "Anthropologically speaking—"

"No," Booth jumped in. "No, no…forget about anthropology, Bones." He stripped his shirt, threw it in the hamper and then walked to her, an arm around her waist pulling her into his body. "You liked it. Just say it."

Her hands settled on his bare chest and her lips twisted a little in that way they did when she was amused but trying to suppress it. "It was …entertaining," she finally conceded. "And I was able to understand most of the game."

Booth laughed. "Ah, well, that's 'cause you were such a good student during my lessons." His lids went to half-mast and his hands slipped under the edge of the hockey jersey he'd bought her. It fell to her thighs and he smiled wolfishly as he cupped her panty-covered bottom. "In fact, so good that I don't think you need a test, after all. I'm sure you'll get an A."

"Of course, I would," she replied confidently. "I've always excelled at examinations. I find them quite stimulating."

"Mmm, well, let's see if I can stimulate you all on my own." Hands on her bottom, he lifted her. Automatically, her legs closed around his waist and Booth whirled around, taking the few steps to the bed.

"Booth!" she laughed when he tumbled them to the bed.

The hockey jersey rode up her thighs and Booth was quick in taking advantage, smoothly drawing down her panties. He grinned at her as he tossed them aside. "Damn, you look good in this." His hands went underneath the fabric, caressing up her stomach and finding bare flesh. He let out a little surprised sound. "You're naked," he husked, cupping the soft curves. "Where's your bra, Bones?"

"I removed it once we got home." She arched, automatically pushing her chest into his molding hands. "Why?"

"No, I …" Booth tried to keep from drowning in the wave of lust that was assaulting his senses. "I didn't even see you do it." He pressed kisses to her neck, letting his hands roam under the jersey. "Okay, you naked under a hockey jersey," he informed her breathlessly, "that's on the list, Bones."

The words immediately grabbed her attention. "Show me the list," she asked not for the first time.

He laughed. "It's not like it's written down or anything." Booth removed a hand from beneath her shirt and tapped his temple. "It's all up here."

"Perhaps you should write it down." Her eyes glittered and her nails raked softly down his stomach and popped open his jeans. "That way you won't forget anything."

"Oh, Bones, don't worry," he nipped playfully at her lips. "I'd forget my own name before I'd forget the list."

"What else is on the list?" she inevitably asked. Already she knew about some of the things on his mental list like her lab coat, her Wonder Woman costume, and the couch in her office. But there was apparently quite a lot more that he wouldn't reveal and it drove her crazy.

He smiled against her skin. "You and nothing but ice cream and whipped cream."

"We've done that."

His smiled widened. "I know."

"What else?"

"Nope," he rolled away for a moment to discard his pants and underwear and then moved over her again, looking down at her with lust filled eyes. "That's all you get for today."

Her fingers stroked over his jaw line. "I think I can persuade you."

"I think I can distract you," Booth countered, running an open palm over her smooth thigh until he was cupping her hip. "Your skin is so damn soft, baby." He fingered the rough material of the jersey and slowly dragged it up. "Feels like you should never have anything other than silk wrapped around you."

With soft murmurs of appreciation, he moved the cotton fabric up over her breasts and then up her arms. With a sigh of pleasure, he sank into her, groaning as her arms and legs wrapped around him and her curves molded against him as if tailor made.

"Well, silk is nice," Brennan purred, "but my favorite thing to have wrapped around me is you."

Booth groaned and pressed his face into her neck. He entered her slowly, leaving soft kisses on her skin. Her hands raced over his back, stroking and shaping. She met his strokes with soft moans that washed over him like liquid fire. Soft and slow turned faster and frenzied until they were both gasping out in pleasure filled satisfaction.

"Damn," Booth breathed. "Let's do that again."

Brennan laughed, raised her head with effort to look at him and then immediately let it drop back down to his chest again. "Oh, yes."

They were different in a lot of ways. Her idea of a good time was a lecture on the Peloponnesian War; Booth's was to go to a hockey game. Tonight, she had lost the coin toss.

Yeah, opposites in a lot of ways, but in one area they were completely compatible and it was oh so good.