(The Method in the Madness)

This chapter is definitely rated a very strong 'T'.

I don't own Bones.

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If there was anything Booth wasn't really thrilled about doing it was underwear shopping. He didn't mind buying t-shirts or suits and even socks were okay since he was always on the lookout for outrageously colored one, but underwear was just plain boring. Sometimes he was lucky and he'd stumble upon a pair of boxers that had holiday themes printed on them and he always bought those. He loved the idea that his underwear and socks were celebrating holidays even if no one else knew. Well almost no one knew.

Usually he just bought bold colors in boxers and the occasional white briefs, but since most men's stores just carried the bare essentials his underwear never seemed to be the symbols of quiet rebellions that his socks and ties were. How was a guy supposed to suppress other impulses with boring underwear?

A new men's store opened up at the mall and Agent Harris had told him that they had a great selection of ties along with suits. In need of a new tie, Booth dropped by the mall one evening on the way home from work and was pleased to see the smart collection of ties and matching socks in the back of the store. After picking out two bold ties and matching socks, he turned down an aisle to head towards the checkout area when he saw a display of men's boxers. Surprised to see a wide variety and designs, Booth looked through them and found a pair of Captain America boxers and a pair of Superman boxers, both of them his size.

As he held them in his hands, debating whether or not he really wanted them, a sales clerk came by and asked him if he needed help with his purchase. His eyes on the boxers and not on the young woman standing next to him, Booth shook his head. "I don't know . . . Do guys really buy these?"

She took her job seriously and Elaine wanted to make sure her customers got what they wanted when it came to fashion wear. "Yes Sir. In fact those two are the last pair we have of that particular design. We will be getting more in the next shipment, but if you are interested you may want to buy them now. I have no idea what designs will be in the next batch. My manager seems to think we may be getting Iron Man and Batman next, but he isn't really sure."

Since Booth identified with Captain America and Superman more than any other super heroes, Booth seriously considered buying them. Turning to the clerk, Booth held them up and in all seriousness ask her, "Do you think these are symbols of quiet rebellions?"

A little puzzled, Elaine stared at them for a moment and finally nodded her head. "Probably, I mean they are symbols of law enforcement, but outside of the legal system . . . yeah, I think you could say that."

Slowly nodding his head, Booth bit his lower lip and finally made a decision. "Okay, I'll take these plus the ties and socks."

Elaine loved working with the public. People constantly surprised her and who would have thought that she'd have been asked a philosophical question using underwear as the prop in the conversation? This guy is so cool. Too bad he's as old as my Dad though.

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The new underwear sat in his drawer for a couple of weeks. After he bought them he wasn't sure if he would ever wear them. He liked them because they fit his personality, but they were something a kid would wear not the head of Major Crimes for the FBI. On the other hand, sometimes he thought of himself as Captain America especially when he'd closed a particularly gruesome case. And who would ever see them besides Bones? Hopefully no one. Of course accidents happen and wouldn't that be an interesting turn of events if they rushed him to the hospital and found him wearing Captain America underwear? On the other hand, well fuck it, it was his right to wear what the hell he wanted to wear. Most people wouldn't have the guts to say anything to him about it that's for sure or at least not twice.

Still, Booth hesitated and decided to wait until the weekend to try them on. In the meantime, solid black silk boxers were pretty sexy and a matching black t-shirt that barely covered his navel would help him show off his obliques for Brennan. She had noticed that he'd been working on those lately when he worked out at the gym and she didn't seem to be able to keep her hands to herself the last few days. If he'd known that would rev her up her engines, he'd have worked on those earlier in their relationship.

While he was taking a hot bath, Brennan entered their bedroom and heard Booth stepping into the tub in the other room. Curious, she opened Booth's underwear drawer to see if he'd chosen his new superhero underwear or not. Much to her disappointment they were still in the drawer. Puzzled why he'd bought them and yet refused to wear them, she pulled out the Superman boxers and held them against her hips. Even though the underwear was too large, she thought a strategically placed safety pin in the back would take care of the problem.

As Booth took his bath, Brennan closed the bedroom door, locked it, stripped and pulled on Booth's Superman underwear. A safety pin did help her keep them from dribbling down her legs so her plan was in motion. Rummaging through her dresser, she found a red bra she hadn't worn in ages and slipped that on too. A little tight since she had grown a cup size courtesy of her pregnancy, she carefully turned from side to side looking into the mirror to make sure she was projecting the image she'd hoped for.

Satisfied with how she looked, she moved across the bedroom and entered the bathroom. Her mate seemed to be enjoying his steamy bath and he appeared to be utterly relaxed. Booth's eyes were closed and he was leaning against the back of the tub, the back of his head against the wall. The sight of her beautiful husband naked before her admiring eyes always managed to short-circuit her thinking for a minute or so, but that was a price she was willing to pay.

Aware that she had entered the room, Booth smiled. "Okay quit ogling me Bones. I'm not a piece of meat."

Gathering her thoughts, Brennan smiled and placed her hands on her hips, trying to imitate the stance of a superhero. "Well, there is so much to ogle, Booth."

Amused, Booth opened his eyes and turned to stare at his lover. "Holy shit, Bones." Turned on with the sight of Brennan in his underwear, Booth licked his lips and let his gaze travel over her body. "You look pretty damn good in my underwear . . . you probably should move closer so I can get a better look though."

This is a game they had played before. Slowly, Brennan moved closer until she was standing next to the tub staring down at Booth's attributes. "I'm Superwoman."

"You sure are." Booth moved his hand and rested it on the outside of her thigh. "Baby you're the best Superwoman I've ever seen."

Choosing to overlook the use of baby, Brennan placed her hands on her bare sides and thrust her chest out so that her breasts were even more prominent. She knew Booth was very interested in her breasts ever since Christine had been born. Brennan had discovered that her extra cup size wasn't going to shrink after all, much to Booth's delight. "I am quite beautiful."

"You're damn right you are." Booth couldn't help himself and stared at her breasts thanking God for the birth of their daughter. He had loved the shape of her body before her pregnancy, but now she was even more of everything he loved about her. "You look absolutely super woman."

His word play was very amusing and Brennan laughed. "Of course, I'd love to see these on you too. I'm sure your body would look super in them. Of course I enjoy looking at you just the way you are right now too."

"I'll bet." Booth knew his Bones and he knew that her engines were practically thrumming. Slowly standing up, he stepped out of the tub, forcing Brennan to step back. His eyes still on her, Booth grabbed the towel waiting on the edge of the tub and slowly dried his body, moving so that most of his body was exposed to her while he ran the towel around the important parts. As he dried off, he noticed her eyeing his penis and that aroused him as it usually did. Flinging the towel towards the clothes hamper he quickly turned and grabbed Brennan pulling her against his body. "See anything you like?"

Her heart rate increased, her skin warm where she was pressed against him, Brennan placed her hands around his neck and kissed him. Their kiss passionate and on the verge of exploding into much more, both were shocked when they heard a knock on their bedroom door. Unwilling to let go of Brennan's body, Booth called out. "What the hell do you want, Sweets?" His voice was hoarse and filled with raw emotion.

A faint voice could be heard on the other side of the locked bedroom door. "You wanted me to remind you the next time I was going to watch a Kung Fu movie. I'm going to watch 'Fists of Death' in a few minutes."

Shaking his head in disbelief, Booth called out. "Go away, Sweets." Barely able to control himself, Booth picked up an almost breathless Brennan and carried her into their bedroom. Carefully placing her down on their bed, he leaned down, unclasped her bra and slipped it down her arms. "Magnificent."

"Booth, we can watch something else if you want to." Sweets was lonely and he'd hoped that Booth would watch a movie with him.

Desperate for Sweets to leave him alone, Booth did the only thing he could think of. "Sweets, if you don't leave me alone, I'm going to fucking kill you."

Shocked, Sweets thought about it for a few seconds and realized his faux paus. "Oh, sorry . . . sorry." Moving away from the door he chuckled. "Damn I hope I have his energy when I'm his age."

Booth looked down at Brennan's shocked face and shrugged his shoulders. "I got rid of him didn't I?"

Since Sweets seemed to be no longer at their door, Brennan nodded her head. "Stop talking, more kissing."

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