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
Three: We're Conserving Water
Brennan listened as the water in the shower began its steady beating against the tub floor, muffled only by the closed bathroom door and the pillow she'd pulled over her head to block out the light above her bed. The soothing tempo interrupted by her husband's body entering its stream made her smile to herself, picturing him standing under that hot stream as the steam enveloped him. Sighing loudly at the sound of a text message coming through and interrupting her thoughts, she tossed the pillow off her face and stood. Wrapping the throw blanket around her shoulders, she meandered toward the dresser where she'd left the offending device before her little game of seduction had begun – when they'd both been about ready to head out to work for the day.
'Everything ok? The body beat you here.' Angela's text message read.
'Yes, we're fine. We're running behind, but should be ready soon.' Brennan typed back with a smirk to herself as she recalled how they'd gotten unready after being very much ready for work..
'What does that even mean? I thought you were walking out the door when we spoke earlier.' Angela texted back.
'Yes, we were, but then Booth wanted to buy a television, so I seduced him.' Brennan replied. 'I'm going to shower. We should be ready to leave here in approximately 15 minutes.' she added in a second message.
'I'll let the team know.' Angela's reply said. Brennan began to put her phone down, but snatched it back up quickly.
'To clarify, please only inform them that we are running late. I don't think Booth would appreciate them all knowing the reason even though, from an anthropological perspective, his sexual abilities would give him elevated status among his peers.' She replied.
Angela's only response was a winky face emoticon, and Brennan wanted to confirm that that meant she would keep Brennan's confidence, but the sound coming from the bathroom changed again and drew her attention once more.
"I got sunshine, on a cloudy day, when it's cold outside…" Booth's rendition of a familiar song warmed her from the inside out. She truly loved every bit of him.
'Better make it another hour.' Brennan texted back to Ange before dropping her phone on the dresser once more and tossing her blanket shawl onto the end of the bed before walking toward the bathroom.
"I guess, you'd say, what can make me feel this way…" he sang.
She slipped into the steamy space quietly. Though her sniper husband could rarely be snuck up on, he was certainly preoccupied by his shower solo. Pulling open the fogged glass door and slipping in behind him, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed a kiss to his scapula.
He didn't miss a beat, threading his soapy fingers between hers where they lay against his abdomen.
"My girl…" he sang before turning around in her arms and wrapping his own broad arms around her, tugging her body flush against his slippery chest, effectively pulling her under the stream of hot water. She hummed in satisfaction as the warmth radiated over her body, easing the tension in her overworked muscles.
"What are we doing now; conserving water to save the planet?" he asked with a teasing grin. She nodded, leaning up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Your dedication to making this world a better place knows no limit, Temperance Brennan." He murmured, leaning down to suck a droplet of water off her clavicle.
"You certainly do your part, too." she commented, running her hand up his slick, sinewy bicep to the back of his neck and pulling his mouth toward hers. The kiss was slow and languid, and Brennan savored the taste and feel of his tongue dueling with hers. It was one of her favorite things – kissing Booth.
His hand slid between their wet bodies, stroking down her belly and cupping her before slipping a single digit between her swollen folds. She was tender from their already vigorous romp in the bedroom, but his touch was both welcome and delightful. She sighed into his mouth as his finger twirled around her clitoris, her hips canting against his hand of their own accord.
"More." She mumbled against his lips, sucking his lower lip into her mouth. He groaned, pressing his renewed erection against her thigh. His hand gripped her gluteus, squeezing firmly before slipping lower, his palm kneading over her well-worked hamstring muscles. "Booth…" she urged him again, muttering impatiently between kisses when he made no further movement.
His amused chuckle was indication enough that he understood, but the swift movement of his hands behind her thighs lifting her and pressing her firmly into the tiled shower wall was the true evidence. Her hands grasped at his shoulders, seeking purchase from the startling loss of the ground beneath her, but she quickly regained her faculties.
"Your back…" she scolded him, though only half-heartedly because his blatant display of his alpha male strength and virility had sent shivers through her entire body. Even after all of the years they'd been together, she'd never tire of these displays. His only response was a rather primal growl against her lips that told her he didn't care about his back at the moment. His tongue invading her mouth in unison with his erection sliding to the hilt within her core was enough to cause her to elicit a primal sound of her own.
His firm, slow thrusts had her gasping, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, threading her fingers through his hair and pressing her forehead to his. "It– It is entirely possible…" she stuttered out, groaning as his next thrust came harder and faster. "Th-the increase in chemi–" her words were lost as her orgasm took her by surprise, and Booth quickly followed her over the edge, capturing her mouth with his as he thrust into her again, this time remaining pressed as closely as possible as he rode out his own orgasm.
"I love you too." he mumbled against her mouth between kisses, and she laughed. "Sex chemicals or not." He added, pressing his forehead to hers and he slipped gingerly from her body and lowered her feet back to the shower floor. He understood her perfectly. "We should probably get to work, huh?" he asked with that boyish smirk that she adored so much.
"Perhaps." She agreed. "Although…" she teased, pressing her chest more firmly against his and reaching around to squeeze his firm gluteus.
"Temperance." he scolded, though it lacked any real ire. "I think we've set a good standard for that TV test you suggested." he teased as he handed her her shampoo.
"Yes, it is an excellent baseline." she agreed. She would certainly be putting it to the test when – if they got a television for the bedroom.
fin.