AN: remember, this is a plotless fic. Thanks for the reviews…and rating will jump…very, very soon….like the next chapter? Maybe…

On another note, this is a short chapter, as it is the…transition…from T to M rating… :p Enjoy!

Chapter Seven: Jellyfish bites hurt!

Bones shook her head as she went back to her book. She couldn't believe that people would actually molest Booth like that.

What was more, she couldn't believe that Booth didn't fight them off. Why hadn't he? She knelt and gathered her book and towel. She began to walk slowly back to their condo.

Booth was lying on his back, staring at the blue sky. Nothing like that had ever happened to him before. He prayed it never happened to him again.

But the image of Temperance Brennan rising from the waves like…like

Aphrodite from the froth?

Hey, that's good, I like it…except Aphrodite was born from her father's testicles…

Hey, no one's perfect.

Booth stood up. He stared at the ocean for a second and decided to jump in and wash the remains of the terrifying couple off of him.

He surged into the water. It cut around him, playing with him. It felt so good. He dove beneath the waves and watched the waves pull the white sand back and forth. He surfaced and turned towards the beach.

Most of the people had left after Bones' little display of ass kicking. He smiled and checked his watch.

All right! Lunch time!

He rode the waves back to the shallower water and climbed out. He quickly toweled off and walked back to the condo.

BONES

Bones was sitting on the edge of the bed, her nose stuck in a book. She looked up as Booth walked in.

"Hey Bones, er…thanks again, for…them."

She closed the book.

"Why didn't you fight back?"

That question was the last thing he expected. "What do you mean?"

"You're former military; you're an FBI agent, why didn't you fight back?"

"If we had been in DC, I would have. I have no jurisdiction here, and if they live on this island, they could get me thrown into the Jamaican jail, and I really don't want to spend my vacation there."

"Oh. Okay." She stood up and tossed the book onto the couch. "Lunch?"

Wow, she waited for me…

"Sure," he walked over to the door and held it open for her. They walked out and headed to Jaspar's place.

BONES

Lunch had been a quiet affair. Jaspar had started laughing as soon as Booth had walked in, having heard about the odd couple coming on to him. Booth swore that the man had surveillance set up on every possible place on the island.

Kind of a disturbing thought really.

After lunch, they had taken a quick tour of the island before heading back to their condo. They decided to head back to the beach, still mostly deserted, to end the day.

"So, Bones," Booth asked as they headed for the white sand, "What do you think of your vacation?"

"It's your vacation, Booth."

"You're here too."

Bones smiled briefly and threw her towel onto the ground. "It's nice. Quiet."

Booth nodded and dropped his towel next to hers. The sun was gradually getting lower in the evening sky. Booth flopped down onto his towel and stretched.

Bones' eyes involuntarily swept over Booth's form. As he stretched, his black swim trunks shifted lower. Bones took a deep breath and looked pointedly away.

Ah…not low enough…

Quiet brain.

Bones glanced towards the ocean. "I'm going swimming."

"Don't drown," Booth muttered tiredly. He was flat on his stomach now, face buried in his pillow.

"I'll do my best not to."

Booth looked up discreetly as she ran for the waves.

Was that sarcasm?

Wow…Second time in a day we get to look at that. Sweet.

BONES

Bones dove in and out of the waves. The sky was darkening, leeching the blue from the water and turning it a dull orange. She took a deep breath and dove beneath the water. She couldn't see as she swam, skimming the bottom.

Suddenly, a sharp pain lanced across her stomach. She shot to the surface, sucking in air. She looked down. Four red marks were laced across her stomach.

"Ouch," she muttered, prodding one gently.

"Jellyfish…"

It was time to get out of the water. She felt another sting around her ankle.

"Damn!" she cursed. She trudged out of the water and got a better look at the stings. They hurt!

BONES

"Damn!" Booth sat up when he heard Bones curse. He watched through narrowed eyes as she trudged onto land. In the dying light he could see her clutching her stomach. She walked over to him and dropped her hands as she looked through her bag.

"Damn, Bones! What happened?"

"Jellyfish sting. Do we have anything to put on it?"

"Nope. Sorry."

Bones sighed and stood up. He could see the marks across her stomach like four small whip marks. There was another one around her left ankle.

He wanted to help…he really did…

You do that, and she feeds you your testicles on a stick…

Shut. Up.

Don't say I didn't warn you…

"C'mere Bones, I know how to make it better."

Bones turned to him. He was still sitting on his towel, holding his hand out to her. Warily, she dropped her hand into his. He gave her a small yank and pulled her so she was standing in between his legs. It put her stomach level with his head.

"Booth what are you-"

Bones abruptly stopped talking when Booth's lips touched the welts.

AN: I know, me is evil. But hell, I updated. Now, I must go update my other Bones fic, and then my CSI Miami fic.

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