AN: Holy crap, 5 chapters and almost more reviews than my 24 chapter (and still ongoing) Pirates of the Caribbean story. You guys rock. A lot.
Chapter Six: Suga Daddy
When Seeley Booth's eyes snapped open the next morning, there was no monkey sitting on his chest, no sound at all. He sat up slowly, the sheet falling from his body. He looked around the room and frowned.
Bones was gone.
God damn it.
He stood up and stalked around the room.
She must still be mad at me from last night…
He touched the couch where she had slept. It was cool to the touch; she hadn't been there in a while. He swallowed nervously. Had she really flown back?
You're the FBI Agent, you dolt, look around.
Booth looked carefully around the room. Her bags were still there, so she hadn't left.
Unless she expects me to bring all of her stuff back for her…
He felt a light sea breeze brush around him. He turned; the sliding glass door was open. He could taste the tangy ocean air on his tongue. He glanced down at his clothes. He was still wearing his black swimming trunks.
He looked outside, and stepped into the sunlight.
BONES
Temperance Brennan rolled onto her stomach and continued to read her book. The sun beat down on her back, warming her body. She had woken up early, taken one look at Booth, the sheets wrapped around his body, and bolted from the room.
That had been almost four hours ago. She was quite enjoying herself. She had finished two books already and was well into her third.
She figured this was what one was supposed to do on vacation. She pushed her sunglasses back onto her nose and took a quick sip of water. She could lie out here all day.
"You're going to get sunburned, ya know."
Bones rolled over quickly. Booth was standing above her, looking down at her with a grim expression.
"So nice of you to join the living world at last."
"It's 1130, Bones, not 1500."
She shrugged and rolled over again, ignoring him.
He sighed, "Did you put any sunscreen on at all? Or do you want your cute little ass to be as red as your front?"
That did it. She was on her feet and inches from him.
She is so sexy when she's mad.
In fact, her front side wasn't very red at all. It had tanned nicely, and he was able to fully appreciate the view.
Her fists clenched angrily. "Go find yourself a nice woman, Booth. Enjoy your vacation."
He was shocked. She shoved her sunglasses on closer to her face and sat back down silently.
I'm sorry…
BONES
Booth was sitting a fair distance from Bones, staring at the turquoise waves. He wasn't sure what he did to deserve the cold shoulder from Bones, but it bothered him.
Far more than I should.
Hey, you saw her naked, you want her, you care for her.
Shut up.
You say that a lot. Talking to yourself is a sign of insanity.
Shut. Up.
Booth glanced over at Bones. She was being very careful not to look at him. He studied her as she stood and dusted off. His eyes traveled over her perfect form. He was acutely aware of other men on the public beach staring openly at her.
She turned and ran into the waves. The water crashed over her lithe body. She forged deeper, riding the waves easily.
Booth suddenly understood why sailors ran ships aground for sirens and mermaids. He was run aground by her.
Suddenly, a voice interrupted his thoughts.
BONES
"'Scuse me?"
Booth looked up. A tall, not very attractive, woman was staring down at him. Her bikini was far too small for her body. She smiled down at him, revealing crooked yellow teeth.
"You look lonely…I can help with that…" She winked at him. Booth felt a thrill of terror sweep through him. That was the last thing he wanted.
"Uh…no. I'm good."
"You like men? My man will be happy to provide."
Booth felt his face go white as a man walked up to them. He had a very obvious beer gut, and his chest and back were covered in wiry hair. The man was an unhealthy pale, a person who never got out in the sun.
"Hey Suga Daddy," the man said, grinning widely at Booth. Booth's eyes darted out to where Bones was.
HELP ME!
BONES
Bones surfaced and shook her hair from her face. Droplets of water hit the ocean and were swallowed by the waves. She could feel eyes on her body. She turned, wanting to see Booth's reaction. She was shocked to see an unnaturally skinny woman and a short, rotund man sitting next to him.
The man was caressing Booth's shoulder. The woman was running her hands up and down his body.
Booth looked like he was going to be sick.
Bones swam to the shore, coming out near Booth and his unwanted companions.
BONES
Booth had never seen anything so beautiful as Bones emerging from the waves near him.
You'd better hope she's coming to help, and not to condemn you to your fate…
Booth paled even more, if that was possible. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead. What if Bones was going to condemn him?
The man's sweaty palm ran up and down Booth's shoulder. Booth was not homophobic, but after this, he just might be.
BONES
The woman smiled at her 'man' and continued to caress Booth. They never noticed Temperance Brennan stalk up to them.
"Excuse me," Bones said softly. The three of them looked up at her.
"You wanna join us, little lady?"
Bones gritted her teeth. "You're fondling my friend."
The woman arched her eyebrow. "Just a friend? Well, this is okay then."
Her hand dropped to Booth's thigh and began to creep upward.
"A very, very good friend," Bones said.
"How good?" The man's hand joined the woman's. Booth's eyes were darting wildly back and forth. His breathing was becoming erratic and shallow. Bones found it quite fascinating to watch Booth sweat in fear. A very animalistic reaction.
"Good enough," Bones growled. She pressed her wet, bare foot against Booth's groin and shoved the man's hand away. Booth looked like he was about ready to run screaming, all the way back to DC.
"Get away."
The man stood up. Although he was short by most standards, he still towered over Bones.
"We saw him first, little lady. He's ours."
"A man is not a possession to be traded."
"What are you, a bleeding heart?"
Bones laughed darkly. "I've been accused of being many things, but never a bleeding heart."
Where the hell were these responses coming from? Booth wasn't her responsibility.
How can you watch that weak excuse for a man touch OUR man like that?
I can't…
The man suddenly reached out and grabbed at Bones' top. Bones brought her arm up and shoved the man backwards.
The woman was on her feet, lunging at Bones. "No one touches my man!"
Bones dodged the woman and tripped on Booth's legs. He grabbed her as she fell and yanked her onto his lap. She landed in a jumbled heap, sprawled across Booth's chest.
She could feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He clutched Bones like she was the last solid thing on Earth. His hands ran nervously up her arms.
The odd couple stood up and stared down at Bones and Booth. The man growled and his foot lashed out. Bones shifted, grabbed the rotund man's foot, and yanked it out from under him.
The men yelped as he crashed into the sand. Bones was up, her foot pressed against his throat.
"Stay away from me, from him, and from any other 'lonely' person on this island."
The man nodded and climbed to his feet. He grabbed the woman and dragged her away.
BONES
Bones stared down at Booth. He had flopped onto his back, his breathing slowly coming down to normal.
"Are you alright?" Bones asked.
Booth sat up slowly and stared at her. "Thanks for that…"
Bones shrugged and sat on the edge of his towel. He took a shaky breath. "I thought you were going to encourage them."
Bones arched her eyebrow. "The thought crossed my mind."
Booth looked at her, horror etched on his features. She smiled benignly at him.
"You would have left me…to…" he glanced around, "them?"
She just smiled again and stood up.
"Enjoy the sun, Suga Daddy. And be wary of crazed white men."
AN: Poor Booth, I'm so mean to him.