This prompt was given to my by one of my cousins: Booth loses a bet. It's up to you to decide what the bet was for. Oh and Brennan will not be happy with the results of the bet.
This takes place after "The Twist in the Twister".
I don't own Bones.
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It started out as a bet. He knew he wasn't supposed to gamble and in this case; he really didn't consider it a gamble. No money exchanged hands. It was just a friendly wager. Booth had looked forward to winning and collecting on his wager. He couldn't lose.
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When Booth arrived home a few hours after the game, Brennan had been asleep. Booth, slipping in to bed, quickly rolled onto his side, facing away from Brennan and closed his eyes.
Brennan, feeling the bed move, opened her eyes and said, "What time is it?"
Not hearing Booth say anything, Brennan assumed that Booth had crashed as soon as his head had hit his pillow. Moving over, Brennan wrapped her arms around Booth and fell back asleep. Booth, pretending to sleep, kept his eyes closed and tried to figure out how he was going to explain the bet to Brennan. There was one thing he knew for certain, she was not going to be happy with him.
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When Brennan had awoke the next morning, she'd found Booth already up. Rolling out of bed, Brennan prepared for the day. Once she was ready to go to work, she walked out of the bedroom and into the living room. Noticing that the TV was turned off, Brennan walked into the kitchen and saw that Booth wasn't there either. A note on the counter let Brennan know that Booth had an early morning meeting and he'd see her that evening.
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Brennan had been editing an article that she'd been working on for the "Journal of Anthropological Archaeology" when Hodgins sauntered in to her office and asked, "Hey Dr. B did Booth show you his new tattoo?"
Frowning, Brennan jerked her head up and asked, "What do you mean, his new tattoo?"
Swallowing, Hodgins started to walk backwards, "Uh . . . Oh, hey . . . I forgot I've got a meeting I have to go to."
Turning around quickly, Hodgins almost made it to the doorway, when Brennan yelled, "Stop right there."
Inhaling deeply, Hodgins turned around and looked at Brennan's less than happy face. "Uh, ok, he didn't tell you about it."
Standing, Brennan walked around her desk and over to where Hodgins was standing. Stopping in front of him, Brennan crossed her arms across her chest and demanded, "Explain."
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Booth had thought about the logistics of his problem and decided that he might not have to tell Brennan about the bet for awhile. The tattoo was in a place that she didn't see too often; so, he started to relax.
That evening, Booth arrived home and found Brennan in a strange mood. Booth, thinking that perhaps she was still angry at him for lying about going out in to the field without her decided not to push her. Eating dinner, Booth had tried to start up a conversation a few times; but, Brennan ignored his efforts and Booth finally decided to eat his dinner in silence.
Unable to get Brennan to talk to him, Booth decided to get a shower and go to bed early. Booth had been in the shower for a few minutes when he saw the shower curtain part and found Brennan looking down at his butt.
Turning around quickly so that he was facing Brennan, Booth asked, "What's wrong?"
Shaking her head, Brennan answered, "What is wrong is you promised me that you weren't going to get any more tattoos. You know I think your body doesn't need any more adornment and I don't appreciate it that you broke your promise."
Rinsing the soap off quickly, Booth reached over, turned the water off and snarled, "Hodgins has got a big mouth. You wait until I get my hands on him."
Stepping out of the tub, Booth picked up a towel and dried off. Ignoring Brennan, Booth then wrapped the towel around his hips and walked into the bedroom to retrieve a pair of boxers.
Brennan, following Booth, watched him get the boxers from his dresser, turn around and face her, drop his towel and put on his shorts. Walking over to the bed, Booth laid down and closed his eyes.
Sighing, Brennan asked, "You're not going to talk about it?"
Opening his eyes, Booth glanced at Brennan and then closed his eyes again, "Sure I'll talk about it. I won't be treated like a kid though. If I chose to get a tattoo then that's my business. It is my body."
Sitting on the edge of the bed next to Booth, Brennan explained the hard facts to Booth, "You're wrong, Booth. You and I are in a committed relationship now and that means your body now belongs to me."
Frowning, Booth opened his eyes and stared at Brennan, "What?"
Smiling, Brennan answered, "Your body belongs to me and my body belongs to you. That means if we want to alter it we need to make sure that our partner agrees to those changes. I don't want you to get any more tattoos."
Squinting his eyes at Brennan, Booth sighed, "It was a bet. I know I'm not supposed to be gambling; but, it was a sure thing."
"Only it wasn't."
Blushing, Booth agreed, "No it wasn't. I promise you that it will be the last bet I ever make. It was stupid and I know I was wrong to do it. I started going back to my meetings this afternoon. I really shouldn't have stopped going I guess."
Rubbing her nose, Brennan asked, "Can I see it?"
Blushing again, Booth said, "I'd rather you didn't see it. It's embarrassing."
Shaking her head, Brennan said, "Hodgins told me what it is, I just think I should see it for myself."
Rolling his eyes, Booth worked his boxers off and then rolled over on to his stomach so Brennan could get a look at what the fuss was all about.
Smiling, Brennan leaned over and said, "I think it's cute. Having said that I don't want you to get any more tattoos."
Puzzled, Booth asked, "Cute? What's so cute about a small Red Sox logo on my ass."
Laughing, Brennan said, "That may be what you were supposed to get; but, that isn't what was tattooed on your butt cheek."
Sighing deeply, Booth promised, "I am going to kill that crazy son of a bitch. I mean it. I'm going to tear his heart out and make him eat it."
Frowning, Brennan asked, "You do know that you really can't do that, don't you?"
Shouting, Booth asked again, "What the hell is on my ass, Bones?"
Touching the tattoo, Brennan explained, "It's a little tornado with the word Temperance printed across the middle of it."
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So, what do you think about this one? Of course, I'd love to see that tattoo, wouldn't you?
Thanks to everyone who sent me kind words yesterday. I've been sick for a few days now and they really cheered me up. I promise that from now on, a few negative PM's will not influence me. My stories are what they are, besides a walk on the dark side is needed sometimes just to flex my muse. I shouldn't have deleted the story from "Personal Effects" and I won't do it again. I guess it's either good or it's bad; but, it is what it is and trying to accommodate negativity is not a wise thing to do. I certainly didn't mean to make more of it than it was. I hope you can tell, my muse wasn't affected. I do know that everything I write will not be great or even good. I just hope that whatever I write it is entertaining and worth the time you take to read it. Thanks for your patience.
