A/N: Another short drabble, a little more sexy times in this one. And yet another fic for the fabulous Rynogeny's birthday.

The Release in the Conversation by NatesMama

"Are you going to be gone much longer?" Brennan lay back against the pillows behind her and sighed. Booth had been attending a conference in Dallas for over a week and the strain of missing him was beginning to wear on both her and Christine.

Booth, for his part, physically ached to be home. Since their separation during the Pelant mess, he hated being apart from either of his girls for longer than a normal workday. He had tried everything, up to and including cash bribes to Hacker, to get out of this conference on FBI sharpshooter training, but being in the top five in every marksmanship category the Bureau kept track of wiped out any other argument he made. He returned Brennan's sigh and, unbeknownst to him, mimicked her position against his pillows. "Just another two days, Bones. Another day of training course classes and the banquet tomorrow night. Then I'll be home on Thursday afternoon."

"Do you require a ride home from the airport?" Brennan asked, settling deeper into the bed. She would never admit it aloud, but her favorite part of the night since he had been gone was Booth's soft, tired voice in her ear as he regaled her with his day's activities. Her preference would be to have him there physically, but since that was not possible she more than made the most of a less-than-ideal situation.

"Nah." Booth sighed, settling further back into his pillows. "I can take a cab. There's no need for you to leave work when I can just go right home. I can send your dad home early and Christine and I can make you dinner."

Brennan smiled to herself. "Booth, Christine is much too young to be assisting you-"

Her immediate and expected anthropological correction didn't catch him by surprise, but the rush of blood to his groin at her oh-so-Dr. Brennan tone of voice certainly did, and he didn't want to waste it.

"Bones."

Her innocent tone almost made him laugh. "Yes, Booth?"

"What are you wearing?"

His non sequitur surprised her into silence. She looked down at her sleep top and shorts and shrugged her shoulder. "Um…what I always wear. Unless we are going to engage in intercourse, in which case I am usually naked." His now-heavier breathing immediately caught her attention. "Booth…are you…aroused?"

With a sexy chuckle, Booth adjusted himself in his boxers. "Yeah, Bones. You could say that I am aroused."

"But…why? We were not discussing anything particularly sex-related-"

He continued speaking as if she hadn't said a word. "You know what I really love about going down on you, Bones?" Her shocked gasp only served to spur him on, his raging erection leading the way. "Your skin. Seriously. Sure, I love the way you taste and smell and the sounds you make…all kittenish and so damn sexy, but the thing that really gets me hard enough to pound steel? When I'm between your legs and the inside of your thigh brushes against my neck, just a whisper of a touch…oh, baby…your skin is so soft and it's like silk rubbing against me. It's one of the hottest things about you."

"Oh, Booth…" Brennan breathed. Her hand smoothed down her body of its own volition and her questing fingers brushed the very body part he was now extolling the virtues of in that breathy tone. "I love that, too." She swallowed at his groan, determined to continue even as her voice became shaky with want. "Especially when you haven't shaved before, and your whiskers scrape across my smooth skin…the contrast is incredible."

Booth gave up any pretense and yanked his boxers off, sending them flying. He gripped his cock with one hand, the other turning the phone to speaker and laying it next his head on the pillow. "We really doing this, Bones?"

Brennan pulled her own shorts off and ghosted a finger along her damp folds. "Oh God, yes." She shuddered as she let one finger rim her entrance softly and slowly. "Keep talking to me, Booth…please."

"Oh yeah…" He hissed between his teeth at a particularly tight slide of his fist against the head of his dick. "You know how much I love your breasts, right?"

"Yesss…" Brennan breathed in response. "You sometimes spend an inordinate amount of time on them."

"Mmmhmm. Because they're fucking gorgeous, Bones." He smiled predatorily at her quick inhale. He had discovered, quite by accident, that his oh-so-proper partner loved dirty talk in the bedroom. The second time they'd made love she had flipped them over and began riding him, dragging a particularly filthy curse word from him. He was going to apologize until he realized that the expletive had made her eyes change to a bright blue and her hips move even faster as she rode him with gusto. Ever since, Booth had made a point to throw in choice naughty words at just the right moment to get her motor running. "And you know what else I love? Your squinty talk. And not just the regular, everyday sciency words…the squinty sex talk, too." He inhaled sharply at a particularly tight slide of his fist against his cock. "Yeah, I might complain sometimes but when you say 'intercourse' instead of 'fuck'…or 'vaginal walls' instead of 'tight pussy', it makes me fucking crazy…."

Brennan laughed throatily. "I know, Booth." She exhaled deeply as she swiped her own finger against her throbbing clit, already feeling the tell-tale signs of her impending orgasm spurred on by Booth's panting and his soft curses in her ear.

"Tease." Booth gasped, his chuckle cut off by a sexy groan as he began to reach the end of his restraint. "Bones…oh, God, baby…I'm…"

"Me, too….yes, Booth….yes….yesyesyes…" She hissed through her clenched teeth, the orgasm washing over her sharply and making her practically sit straight up in bed. She slammed her thighs together around her hand; the last throbbing waves washing over her as she listened to Booth come on the other end of the line.

After a few moments, Booth's amused laugh cut through her sated reverie. "Damn, Bones. I don't know what it is…six years I held back, now I can't seem to keep my mind out of the gutter where you're concerned." He sighed contentedly, letting Brennan know that he wasn't at all upset by his lack of restraint.

"Angela says it's like opening floodgates. The water is everywhere and impossible to contain." Brennan sniffed, almost haughty. "I despise metaphor but it seems apt for our situation."

"Yeah." Booth chuffed out a laugh. "Flood gates. That works."

Brennan smiled and rolled to her side, cradling the phone against her face. "So I'll see you on Thursday?"

Booth sat up and grabbed his phone, taking it off speaker and unconsciously returning her bright grin. "Count on it, Bones."