Chapter 3 – Death in the Saddle

Brennan walked onto the crime scene as Booth told Cam, "Only thing that came out of the kid was vomit."

Brennan would have snorted at that comment, but she knew that wasn't proper. "That would explain the pervasive smell…Why am I here?"

Cam looked at her as if it was obvious. "Dead guy, foul play... it's your main function."

Brennan looked down at the body and then back up at Cam. They had woke her up for this? Booth knew how cranky (his words) she got when she didn't get enough sleep. "With bones. This is…very meaty."

Cam saw the she was getting testy. She gestured towards the corpse. "No, there's a bit of bone here...and...there."

Booth winced internally. He knew that tone anywhere and if he didn't do something fast Brennan was going to start snapping at people left and right. He was also cranky, frustrated really. That damn phone call came at the most inconvenient time. He tried to sound happy, "And look at all the maggots."

Brennan nearly yelled at him. "Bones, I said. Not bugs."

Cam decided for another approach. Ignoring her. "Lividity looks fixed."

Booth nodded his head, "So. It's not a body dump, he was killed here." He wasn't about to get the brunt of his wife's crankiness (frustration as well). He didn't want to call her in based on the information that was given to him over the phone. If he wanted her here he would have told her before he left her in their very nice, warm, and comfy bed where both him and Brennan had been very worked up.

Brennan just got angrier from being ignored. "This is all flesh! Why'd you call me in on this?"

Booth raised his hands up in defense. "Wasn't me!"

Cam saw the tension rising between them (little did she know it was sexual tension) and decided to intervene, "It was me."

Brennan snapped her eyes back to Cam, her eyes narrowing. "Why? Is it because you're trying to think of excuses to put Booth and me together on cases?"

Cam shook her head and suppressed a chuckle, "I wouldn't do that, Dr. Brennan."

Brennan told her confidently, "Well, cause we worked things out, and we're fine." She then gave Booth a heated look, "Right?"

Booth unconsciously took a step closer to her, his hips moving forward. "Yeah. Hundred percent."

Cam looked up at them very confused from the drastic change from just a few weeks ago in their relationship. This was…something else. She shook her head, "That's...that's not why I called you in."

~BONES~

Brennan was at her desk, looking at sites about horses on her computer as Booth came in, "Hey."

She looked up at him with a big, goofy smile and joked, "Hay is for horses!"

Booth chuckled softly at her attempt at humor, "Heeey, that's funny, Bones!"

Brennan smiled up at him as she explained, "I found it on this website about horses."

He should have known that she would try to get as much information as possible about horses, even if that meant jokes. "Yeah?"

Brennan looked down at her screen again and asked something that she thought that Booth wouldn't be able to get. "Where do horses stay in a hotel?"

Booth shook his head at her joke. "Bridle suite."

Brennan looked at Booth surprised that he got it so fast. "That's correct."

Booth couldn't help but smile at her incredulous look. "Mm-hm. So did you find out anything useful?"

She clicked a few times to show him what she found. "The hooves of champion thoroughbreds are buried separately from the corpses. The hooves represent power, and are given their own resting spot. Our victim's feet were separated from his body."

Booth took a step back as something occurred to him. "Wait, the victim's wife said he was at a corporate retreat, and his boss said he took time off to spend with his family."

Brennan spoke his thoughts, "He lied."

Booth hated it when they lied. It made their job a lot harder. "Yeah, they could all be lying."

Brennan nodded her head in agreement. However she couldn't get the question out of her mind. She needed to ask it. "How did you know the answer to the bridle suite joke?"

Booth leaned forward smiling at her, "I have a five year-old son." Brennan pouted a little at that, but Booth gently kissed it away. "Come on Bones. You can tell me some more jokes while we figure out what Mr. Ed was lying about."

~BONES~

Lucky led Booth and Brennan into a main room in the Ambassador, where a number of half-naked people were leading around also half-naked, whinnying, leather-clad partners dressed as BDSM versions of horses. The 'horses' had begun to eat from a trough, while the 'riders' sat down at a table for their own meal. Booth took one look at it and was thoroughly disturbed. "Wow, what's goin' on here?"

Brennan looked at the group with some interest. "It's a fetish."

Booth scrunched up his face a little at that idea. "Uh, so the idea here is that one of them is the horse and the other one is the rider?"

Lucky nodded, "Basically."

Brennan corrected them, "Well, this isn't about the horses. It's about a dominant versus submissive balance of power, a variation on sado-masochism."

Booth couldn't help but make the observation, "Those people are eating from troughs…" he turned to Brennan, "Do you think that's sexy?"

Brennan neither answered or denied it, "Fetishism is a way of indulging in sexual activity, without actually engaging emotionally with the other person as a fully formed human being. "

Booth snorted a little at that remark. "Okay, sex is all about engaging. You don't wanna engage, you just stay home, and... you know." He motioned to his groin area.

Brennan tried to suppress her smile at Booth's discomfort of speaking about sex or anything relating to sex in the open. "Well, they have masturbation fetishes. Often involving women's shoes or undergarments…"

Booth cut her off before she could finish that sentence, "Uh, can we just talk to Mr. Ed's mistress, dominatrix...whatever." God this case just got a whole different kind of weird.

~BONES~

Booth and Brennan were back at the mansion and found the 'riders' running their 'horses' through a series of routines. Oh god this was just getting worse for Booth. "Okaaay, what is this, sicko rodeo?"

Brennan observed what everyone was doing and told Booth, "Stylised movements, uh, posturing as a kind of sexual signal."

Booth shook his head in slight disgust, "Who are these people?"

Brennan looked at him, a sly smile spreading across her face. "In real life they tend to be very orthodox. You heard what Lucky said, they're lawyers...judges... FBI guys..."

Booth shook his head again and laughed nervously, "This is not normal, okay, it's uh..."

She gave him a pointed look and asked, "It's what, Booth?"

Booth looked at her, not sure if she was angry at him. She couldn't possibly…could she? "You're not interested in, uh..."

Brennan continued to look at as she answered. "Pony play? No." She then told him honestly, "But I'm the first to admit that in sexual situations, I have indulged in... role-playing before."

Booth hated bringing up their past relationships (Brennan said it had something to do with him not liking thinking about someone else being with 'his' woman or something like that). "'Kay, you know what, it's getting a little warm out here, what do you say we go back…" Thankfully Lucky came up to them then, saving Booth from having to finish that sentence.

~BONES~

Booth and Brennan were seated at their usual booth, eating dinner at the Royal Diner. Booth couldn't help but make a remark about Brennan's new choice of diet. "How's that salad?"

Brennan took a bite of it before she told him, "There are many health benefits to being vegetarian. It's a rational choice in a world where food supplies are affected by global warming issues."

Booth snorted softly, "What about global taste issues?"

Brennan jabbed right back, "Is that meat sweet, rich, super-lean, and soft?"

Booth threw his burger down in slight disgust at that reminder. "What, does it taste like horse meat?"

Brennan shrugged her shoulders and told him, "Maybe you should consider going vegetarian, too."

He shook his head. "I didn't lose my appetite because you mentioned horse meat, I lost my appetite because you made me think about all those people parading around, pretending to be something they aren't, just so they could have crappy sex."

Brennan looked at him incredulously, "How do you know it's crappy?"

Booth told her as if it were obvious, "Gotta be, Bones, come on! It's gotta be!"

Brennan still didn't get it. "Why?"

Booth leant forward towards Brennan as he told her honestly, "Why? I'll tell you why. Here we are. All of us are basically alone, separate creatures just circling each other. All searching for that slightest hint of a real connection. Some look in the wrong places. Some, they just give up hope because in their mind they're thinking 'Oh, there's nobody out there for me.' But all of us, we keep trying over, and over again. Why? Because every once in a while, every once in a while, two people meet." Brennan noticed that his eyes grew the slightest bit darker as he continued to look at her. "And there's that spark. And yes Bones, he's handsome. And she's beautiful. And maybe that's all they see at first... But making love? Making. Love. That's when two people become one."

Brennan leaned forward as well. Her breath shallow as she told him, "It is... scientifically impossible for two objects to occupy the same space."

Booth's knees brushed against hers, sending a jolt of awareness through both of them. "Yeah, but what's important is we try. And when we do it right, we get close."

Brennan knew what he was talking about, but she couldn't help but say. "To what? Breaking the laws of physics?"

Booth smiled and said in a deeper, huskier voice. "Yeah, Bones. A miracle. Those people – role-playing and their fetishes and their little sex games. It's crappy sex. Well, at least compared to the real thing."

Brennan looked at him as she remembered the first time they made love and thought of all the other encounters she's had. "You're right."

Booth's smile widened, "Did I just win that argument?"

Brennan leaned forward as she whispered, "Yup." She cut off anything else Booth was going to say by kissing him. Their mouths slanted across each other as their tongues slid together in an intimate dance. As the need for air grew too intense to bear they broke apart. They looked at each other, heaving chests, swollen lips, darker colored eyes, and they both knew that they were heading home…now.

Booth threw a wad of cash that would cover the bill and tip, grabbed her hand and nearly ran to the car. By the time that they got his SUV they were already kissing again – their own arousal's from being interrupted from the beginning of the case igniting to an all time high. Booth gently pushed her against the passenger side door, cupping her neck and lower back to bring her closer and her mouth more open for him.

Brennan wrapped her arms around his torso, her hands going under his jacket feeling his muscles bunch at her touch. She loved his body's reactions to her, she relished them. Once again the telltale sign of the burn in her lungs told her that she needed oxygen. She broke the kiss, leaning her forehead against his and whispered, "Take me home Booth. Make love to me in our bed."

Booth groaned at her words and kissed her one more time before he released her and ran to his side and slid in to the driver's seat. The ride back was all a blur to both of them. But they made it back and in their place in record time. Before long, Booth was on top of her – with both of them naked – kissing his way down to her breast while one of his hands cupped her mound and gently touched her sensitive bud.

Brennan wasn't expecting it when he stuck three fingers into her core, but her back arched in the air as pleasure exploded throughout her body. Booth groaned against her breast and told her huskily, "God, you're so wet Bones."

Brennan started to move against his hand as she threaded her fingers in his hair. She told him breathlessly, "All…for you." That just made Booth groan even louder and Brennan felt his own arousal grow even more against her thigh. But this wasn't what she wanted. No, she needed him. She told him as much. "Booth, I need…you inside me…Please."

He didn't need to hear anymore encouragement. He withdrew his fingers and aligned himself at her entrance and slid home. They both groaned at the feeling. It never got old. It always felt like the first time for both of them. Booth just held himself there, savoring the feeling of her muscles taking him in. They were both looking at each, their emotions clearly evident on the faces. God, they loved each other so much. But then Brennan's inner muscled squeezed him – encouraging him to start moving. His head fell into the groove of her shoulder and neck and he groaned as he drew out slowly until he was almost all the way out and then slid back in to the hilt.

Booth kissed his way up to Brennan's lips as she started to wrap her arms around him, her hands sliding up and down his back. They took it slow at first, letting their bodies set the pace. But soon the tension started to coil so tight in her stomach that she wrapped her legs around him and her hands went down to his buttocks and she urged him to go faster. "Faster. Harder."

Booth grunted as he sped up a little more. He could feel his own tension starting to build as Brennan gently scratched his back in pleasure. God, he was so hard that it hurt. But this was about both of them getting pleasure and he never came without her coming for him. He slid one hand to cup her hip and angled it just the slightest bit and he knew that she was extremely close now, by her soft gasps and her hazy look in her eyes. He started to move faster and faster. Harder and harder.

Brennan was so close, but she needed something more. She looked up at her husband with half-lidded eyes and knew what it was. She grabbed his face and kissed him with all she had. And then she fell over the edge. She screamed out her pleasure, "Oh god, yes, Booth!"

Booth was so surprised by her sound climax and the way her muscled wrapped around him that he exploded inside her with such fierceness. "Fuck, Bones!"

He then collapsed on top of her, his bones turning into nothing. After a minute or so Booth regained some of his strength back and he started to roll off of her, but she just held him tighter in place. "I'm going to crush you babe." Brennan merely dug her head in the crook of his shoulder and sighed in content. Booth smiled at her reaction. He wrapped one arm around her back and rolled her with him as he wrapped a blanket around them.

He was still inside her, stroking her back when she finally got some of her thinking ability back and murmured against his chest, "I think we broke the laws of physics, Booth."

Booth laughed softly as Brennan smiled against his chest and kissed him lovingly. He was handsome and she was beautiful. But together, that's when they became one. A true miracle.

So y'all probably wondering why I haven't been posting well in Chapter 1 I said will only posting on Wednesdays and/or Tuesdays

P.S. I posted Chapter 2 by accident

Reviewing is your friend, so befriend it