The following day, Booth pulled into the car park of Brennan's apartment complex. He glanced over at his partner, who sighed heavily, the long hours of the day evident on her face. They exited the vehicle silently.
At the front door of the complex, Brennan tossed him her keys telling him she had to pick up her mail and talk to the doorman about something. She advised him to go on up and let himself in. Booth didn't need telling twice. He arrived outside the apartment in a state of euphoria. He let himself in quickly, his mind on one thing.
Giggling madly to himself, Booth tore across the floor to her bedroom. His momentum was so great that he couldn't stop himself before hitting the door.
Rubbing his poor innocent nose, he placed his hand on the door handle, savouring the moment. Curiosity quickly took over and he wrenched the door open, tripping up over himself in his eagerness to get inside.
He moved slowly across the room, not wanting to spoil the effect. He had built this moment up consistently since…well, yesterday.
Booth allowed his hands to hover over the third drawer, a delicious shiver of anticipation running through him.
Suddenly, as though possessed, he pulled the drawer toward himself with such force that it popped out of the dresser.
Easier access
Unnecessarily pleased with this turn of events, he gently carried the drawer over to the bed and carefully laid it down. For the first time, he allowed himself to look, really look, at the objects contained within.
His mouth went painfully dry as he simultaneously broke out into a cold sweat.
An array of colours danced before his eyes. Plucking up all the courage he had, he slid his fingers into the mass of material and began slowly swirling them around. Lace, satin, silk…
Getting braver, he picked up whatever was nearest. An extremely low cut lace bra greeted him. He had a quick mental image of Brennan wearing it, the wine coloured fabric contrasting perfectly with her pale skin and leaving little to the imagination. His knees seemed to be doubting the fact that they could support him. Not that that would matter. Falling face-first into this would be heaven.
His hands moved through the material, sating his curiosity. Along with the bras, in every shade and all deliciously skimpy, he found numerous pairs of underwear of the teeny weenie kind.
The more he searched, the more amazed he became. See-through underwear…garters…underwear with strategic sections missing… His imagination was overloading.
His fingers touched off something solid. Rationale having long since abandoned ship, he speedily removed every obstacle to the hidden object, bras and pants flying everywhere.
What he found there made his pulse pound in a very important region.
Underneath the underwear, lining the bottom of the drawer, was an array of…playthings.
He barely had time to register several whips and one seriously dangerous looking pair of handcuffs before he was interrupted.
"What are you doing?"
Unabashed, he faced her.
"You touched mine, I'm touching yours."
Brennan folded her arms.
"I didn't throw yours around the room."
"You wouldn't have been long at it if you had."
She sighed. Taking this as permission, he moved his eyes back over the drawer.
"Is that a ruler? And a nurse's cap? Hang on, is that a stake? Bones this is seriously…" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Looking up at him from her position on the floor, where she was attempting to gather the multitude of underwear to herself, she archly raised an eyebrow and gave him a belittling look.
"Oh please, Booth. Sex is sex. Expand your horizons a little. Open your mind."
Unable to stop a fit of giggles, he held up a particularly interesting looking implement, bending over slightly as the extent of laughter prevented him from standing upright.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, Bones, but I'm fairly sure 'your mind' is not what this is intended to expand…let alone open."