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The previous chapter was a little angsty. This chapter is a lot more light-hearted and maybe a little hot. I got inspired to write this after watching Death in the Saddle and Brennan's comment about role play.

Role Play

Brennan stood, turning to face Booth. He was looking at her intently, his pen and index cards in hand, ready to take notes.

"I've obtained all the information I can from the crime scene. I'll need these remains shipped back to the Jeffersonian before I have more information for you."

"What no cause of death? No ID?"

"I admire your faith in my abilities Agent Booth. While I am the best in my field, I'll still need these bones cleaned before I can provide an accurate answer to your questions."

"Right. Anything else?"

"Not until I get the remains back to the lab. "

"I guess my job here is done then." Booth turned to walk away but Brennan called after him.

"Wait. There is one more thing."

Booth turned back to face her as she took slow confident steps towards him.

"What?"

She had closed the distance between them and they were now face to face, inches from each other. The tension radiating off their bodies was palpable and they were both breathing a little heavily. She slipped her hands under his suit jacket, running her hands appreciatively along his abdominal muscles.

"What are you doing?!" He gasped while making no attempt to stop her.

"You have an excellent physique. I've always wondered what it would feel like to have your musculature under my fingertips."

She ran her hands upwards, coming to rest on his pectorals. "Your body is quite exquisite."

Booth cleared his throat, unable to stop his body's reaction to her hands on him. He knew reciting the names of saints wasn't going to help this time. "This is really, really inappropriate."

She moved her hands up his shoulders, slipping them beneath his jacket, slipping the black jacket off his shoulders. Said jacket fell to the ground along with his pen and index cards. He knew he should stop her but he seemed frozen, unable to form coherent thought or move.

"Your acromia are extremely impressive."

Unsure of which part of his body she was talking about, he replied, "I um… I work out."

She smiled, batting her eyelids at him. His heart hammered wildly in his chest. "I can tell."

Her hands moved to untie the knot of his tie. "Although we have only been working together for a short time, I find that I'm increasingly attracted to your physicality."

She locked eyes with him as she slipped the tie off him, throwing it to the ground next to his discarded jacket. "I've seen how you look at me. You can't deny that you're attracted to me too."

"Yeah." He breathed. "I can't."

"I've been wanting to do this since I first saw you."

Her slender fingers that he had watched handle human remains with care now began unbuttoning his shirt. Her fingers ghosted his skin and he was already hard for her. With only three buttons of his shirt remaining, she seemed to decide that this method of disrobing him was taking too much time and she ripped the shirt open. The buttons popped off, rolling onto the floor.

"I've tried, but I am no longer able to curb my desire to have intercourse with you."

He stood there knowing he had to stop her but yet transfixed by her actions. His crisp, white dress shirt soon joined the pile of his clothes on the floor. Her fingers moved to his cocky belt buckle. He snapped to his senses and he grabbed her wrist.

"We're at a crime scene!" He protested weakly. "We can't!"

She didn't reply but leaned forward, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Something inside him sparked when their lips met and he let out a guttural growl. They kissed with a ferocity and passion, not caring if anyone else was watching. After a sufficient amount of tongue clashing, they broke the kiss, both panting and out of breath.

"Since we're not caring anymore…" Booth offered her a smile that made her knees go weak.

His fingers moved to the zipper of her dark blue Jeffersonian jumpsuit. "I've always wondered what you wore under there."

With one swift movement he unzipped her. His jaw dropped. She had nothing on except a black bra that barely contained her ample breasts and a matching lacy panty. Suddenly the partners were filled with an urgent need to get naked. Her boots, his pants and shoes, his stripy socks, were all discarded in a frenzy before their lips were on each other again. She marched him backwards, the back of his knees hitting the side of the bed. She pushed him back with a force he was not surprised she had. He fell back onto their bed, propping himself up on his elbows to watch as she crawled towards him, a sultry smile on her face. His eyes feasted on her naked body as he lay back, his hand tunnelling her dark hair to cup the back of her head, he pulled her towards him.

"You're so beautiful Bones." He breathed just before their lips met again. Desiring dominance that night he rolled them over, himself now on top. She was his and his alone and he wanted the whole world to know that.

…

Multiple orgasms later, Brennan lay her head on her husband's chest. Perfectly sated. She had an arm and leg draped lazily across the wide expanse of his body. She could feel his fingers absently playing with her hair as his chest rose and fell.

"You broke character too soon." She observed.

"What? I didn't."

"Agent Booth would have objected more vehemently to such overt displays of affection and lust at a crime scene."

"Well Dr Brennan gave him little choice. I mean she ripped his shirt off! You are going to get me a new one right?"

Brennan lifted her head to look at him, feigning annoyance. "Yes."

"That was make believe anyway. I wouldn't let you take my clothes off like that if we were at a real crime scene."

"Yes, you're prudish like that."

"Hey I'm not!"

"Regardless, it would have been unlikely I would have discarded your clothes on the ground and risk contaminating the crime scene."

"That's why its role play Bones. We get to live out our fantasies."

"It does heighten the sexual experience." She smiled the smile he loved at him.

"Next time it's my turn to choose. I think I'm gonna go with sexy MI6 spy and dangerous hitman she's been sent to catch."

"I have that long red dress in my closet. The one you like."

"I like you in any dress Bones. But I prefer you naked." He teased. "Did you really mean what you said?"

"I always mean what I say."

"So you've always wanted to rip my clothes off and have sex with me since our first case together?"

"Yes."

Booth chuckled. "You have admirable self-restraint then considering we didn't actually get to making love till seven years after our first case together."

"Back then, although I toyed with the idea of intercourse with you, you irritated me a lot. That helped keep my desire for you in check. I also had other men I could go to in order to satisfy my biological urges."

"What did I say about reminding me about other men you've slept with huh? Especially when you're in bed with me?"

"Yes. I won't mention my past sexual encounters again. Although I don't see why you're still jealous. It's you I married after all."

"Because I hate to think of you with other men, okay Bones?"

"You're being very possessive."

"You would say that it's because I'm an alpha-male and alpha-males don't like to share."

"There might be some anthropological truth to that."

"After all this time, it's like I'm subconsciously absorbing all that anthropological talk under my skin." He laughed.

"Did you mean what you said about wondering what I wear under my Jeffersonian jumpsuit?"

"Yeah. I still do."

"We travel to crime scenes frequently together now. You know what I wear underneath."

"Yeah but before we got together I was sometimes curious about what was under there. And now, there're still times when you're getting dressed and I'm getting the kids ready. I don't always know what you've got under there." He frowned at her. "This is the first time you've worn that sexy bra and panty set under your jumpsuit right?"

Brennan smiled teasingly, pressing a kiss to his bare chest. "Maybe."

Booth lifted his head to stare at her. "Maybe?! You've worn only that under your jumpsuit to a crime scene before?"

"I guess you'll have to check every time after we leave a crime scene from now on."

Booth threw his head back, groaning. "Bones! How am I supposed to concentrate on my job if all I can think about is whether you're wearing something sexy under your jumpsuit?"

"And I thought Special Agent In-Charge Seeley Booth loved a challenge."