Episode Tag: S11E06 - The Senator in the Street Sweeper
"And then other times, I say exactly what is needed. Like this morning when I skillfully negotiated sex, not just once but twice." - Brennan
"It was three times." - Booth
One: Sex Will Make Us Smarter
"I'll tell you what I'm gonna do." Booth said, still gripping the tape measure he'd been using when Brennan entered the room. "I promise I'll make some, uh, extra time for us." he told her, his voice etched with an air of persuasion and promise as he flashed a flirty smirk at her.
Not one to back down, she smirked right back at her husband and challenged his promise. "How much extra time?" she asked, tilting her head to the side expectantly.
She enjoyed this banter, and he was playing right into it too, as he pretended to calculate and consider. "Hmm." he faux-pondered aloud. "As much as it takes." he assured her, strutting toward her like a rooster in the hen house, or a peacock displaying his vibrant plume.
As soon as he was close enough, she tugged gently on the tail of his tie, urging him closer. "I suggest you prove it right now." she told him as the silk fabric slid through the pads of her fingers.
At that, his expression changed from flirty husband to professional FBI agent. "Oh, we gotta get going. Cam is…" he started, stumbling a bit on his words as she stepped into his personal space. It was always nice to know that she could still make him blush and stammer when she flirted with him.
"Actually, research has shown that sexual activity increases neurogenesis in the hippocampus." she informed him slowly, knowing how much her squint talk, as he had coined it, affected him, and she stepped even closer, allowing her smiling face to gravitate naturally toward his.
"Wow, so sex is gonna make us smarter and help us solve crimes." he agreed, so easily convinced. As his arms wrapped around her, one hand pressed between her scapulae and the other on her hip, she knew she won. "Helloo." he chuckled, pulling her down onto the bed with him.
Brennan took the advantageous position atop her husband to straddle his stomach, his legs still dangling off the end of the bed from where he'd pulled them both down.
"My favorite view." Booth murmured as she crossed her arms over her stomach, grasping the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head in one smooth motion. She smiled down at him, her hair falling forward with the tilt of her head as he smoothed his hands up her back and deftly released the clasp on the back of her bra with practiced ease.
Leaning forward, she captured his mouth with her own, nipping and sucking at his lower lip until his tongue emerged to meet her. She couldn't have said which of them moaned, perhaps it had been both of them, but the sound vibrated against her lips and rumbled where their chests were pressed firmly together.
She gasped and chuckled when he flipped them, pressing her back into the mattress. Her nostrils flared at the sight of his dark eyes and the show of strength.
"The view is objectively quite favorable from my vantage point as well." she commented, stroking her hands over his muscular thighs, straining against the fabric of his dress pants as he kneeled on the bed, one leg pressing into the mattress on either side of her hips. His cocky smirk did her in, as it was prone to do, and she grasped his tie, tugging him down toward her.
He met her mouth with a few loud, wet kisses before he groaned, sitting up and yanking his tie off. He made quick work of his shirt, which joined his tie and her shirt and bra somewhere on their bedroom floor while she busied herself with his belt buckle and the annoying hook and eye clasp at the waist of his slacks. She eagerly pressed her palm over the growing bulge in the front of his pants when she could do no more without him getting up, and she was pleasantly unsurprised by the groan he emitted as he pressed his hips forward slightly, applying a counter pressure against her hand. His bare chest pressed down firmly against hers as he buried his face in the juncture of her neck and shoulder, nipping and sucking at her tender flesh as he ground his erection against her hip.
She had just let her eyes slip closed when his presence had suddenly disappeared. Pouting, she opened them again and watched as he shimmied out of the rest of his suit, dragging a pair of Captain America boxer briefs down with his pants. She bit her lip, watching his erection bob against his abdomen. It would never cease to impress her just how close her husband came to perfection. He was attractive, yes, anyone could see that he put effort into his appearance, but she had always appreciated how well structured he was, on a skeletal level.
She bit her lip when she finally met his eyes. Busted. His knowing grin all but confirmed that she'd been caught admiring his body, and the subsequent wink reaffirmed that he wasn't opposed to being the object of her blatant ogling. His hands were swift as he popped the button on the front of her jeans and tugged, pulling them over the swell of her hips and peeling them off of her legs. She shifted, attempting to move up their freshly-made bed toward the mountain of pillows, but his hand smoothing over her hip stopped her.
"This is not exactly an ideal position." she mumbled between kisses when he leaned over her, pressing one knee into the mattress beside her. She dreaded the impending pain they'd both feel in their lower backs if they engaged in a quick romp on the end of their bed, but his hands– his hands were doing such amazing things as he caressed her skin, and his mouth… where was his mouth going.
She sighed contentedly as he tugged her closer to the end of the bed and knelt on the floor, shrugging her dangling knees over his shoulders. Certainly his own knees would complain about that later, but she threaded her fingers through his hair, displacing his perfectly gelled coif as his lips trailed a warm wet path over her belly, his tongue detouring to dip into her navel.
"I'm being neuro-generous." he muttered against the tender flesh of her inner thigh, nipping at the sensitive skin there. She released a husky chuckle at his antics. They both knew he'd mispronounced the term intentionally, but she couldn't bring herself to partake in the playful banter that usually followed such a verbal faux pas. She was far too busy trying to catch her breath, gasping at the delicate touch of his tongue slipping between her already slick folds.
Her grip tightened on his hair, clenching and unclenching her fist as his tongue flicked rhythmically over her pulsing clitoris, alternating with his lips sucking and nipping as her entire core throbbed. Her back arched off of the bed as his tongue and fingers worked her body, drawing moans and breathless gasps from her with a practiced ease only he possessed. As her orgasm washed over her, she silently vowed to buy her husband a TV for every room of the house if it meant he'd keep doing what he'd just done. Her legs lifted as he rose from his knees to his feet, stretching her hamstrings as he leaned over her, her calves still resting on his shoulders. She opened her mouth to make a quip about feeling like a fold-up sofa, but the remark was lost with the pressing of his erection against her highly-sensitized vulva. She opened eyes that she hadn't even realized she'd closed to find his face inches from her own.
"Hi." he murmured with a cocky smirk as he rocked his hips, sliding the ridge of his hard shaft against her. In response, she lifted her face across the fractional space between them and captured his lips. Moaning when she tasted herself on his tongue, she slid her hand behind his neck and dragged him more firmly against her. He dragged his mouth from hers, and she reluctantly released him, if only because they both required oxygen. His lips found a new home on her breast, licking and sucking at her full flesh before moving inward and flicking his tongue over her pebbled nipple.
Reaching between them, she took matters, and Booth, into her own hand, stroking her fist up and down his slippery erection. His own movements stuttered and she released a breathy chuckle of triumph. Encouraged by his reaction, she gripped him more firmly, nudging the head of his penis against her clitoris before sliding him lower, lining his erection up at her ready entrance.
He met her mouth again with his own as he tilted his hips forward, entering her fully in one smooth thrust. They moaned in unison, and she leaned back to gaze into his eyes, her hands coming up to stroke tenderly down his cheeks with her fingertips. This was what she savored, what made it so perfect every time, occupying the same space, breaking the laws of physics. His silent gaze spoke volumes, and his soft smile made her wonder if he could read her thoughts. It was preposterous, of course, to think that, but certainly his strong affinity for being intuitive gave him an accurate estimation of her thoughts.
He started so slowly, his hips rocking back and forth against her, pulling his erection almost entirely out of her before sliding back in. When his grip on her thighs tightened and his movements became more erratic, less synchronized, she reached for him, grasping for his hands.
"I'm with you, Booth." she gasped, answering his unasked question as he buried his face in the hollow of her throat, nipping at her flushed skin. He groaned her name, her actual name, not Bones, as he tensed, his own orgasm urging hers along.
He moved slowly after several moments, gently letting her legs down, offering a sympathetic smile when she winced. Her thighs felt like gelatin as she pressed her feet against the floor, pushing herself further onto the bed. Turning to face him as he collapsed next her, she smiled at him, feeling entirely sated.
"I feel smarter." he commented with his Seeley Booth patented charm smile, and she rolled her eyes at him, shuffling backward on her elbows until she was able to flop back down against the plush pillows at the head of the bed. He reluctantly shifted backward too, joining her and thankfully yanking the throw blanket off of the chair next to his side of the bed. She sighed as he draped it haphazardly over them both. She'd take the half-coverage if it meant she didn't have to move to unmake their bed.
"Definitely smarter." she muttered with a chuckle, rolling onto her side and resting her cheek against his bare chest.