A/N: So, Goldy and I were able to hook up (get it?) and write a little something for you. Consider it a Christmas gift from us to you. The winning vote was for a nekked Booth, and we don't want to disappoint. Just remember, this isn't 'Fruit Juice' and this chapter does NOT change our rating of 'T'.
A/N#2: And a MerryHappyHOHO to you, BonesDBchippie. Just remember what I said about that.
A/N#3: The song referred to in this fiction is 'The Way You Love Me' by Faith Hill.
Temperance glanced quickly up and down the hallway as she fiddled with the lock on her bathroom door. She was glad that Booth had been teaching her a lot of black ops tricks, because jimmy rigging the lock on the bathroom would be easy work. A wicked grin spread over her face as she worked. Booth was asking for it, and she was determined to get him back, both for the incident with the feminine items and also for seeing her naked. How dare he walk down the hallway right then? Couldn't he have waited ten more seconds? Now she was forced into drastic actions. Okay, maybe not forced...but still.
Brennan held her breath, and she bit down on her lower lip in concentration. Just a little more, she thought, and a smile spread across her face when she felt the door push open slightly under the pressure of her hand on the knob. She quickly looked up and down the hallway one last time before slipping into the bathroom.
Temperance closed the door quietly, trying not to laugh. Who knew Booth sang in the shower? "If I could grant you one wish, I wish you could see the way you kiss," he sang. Temperance put her hand over her mouth to suppress the building giggles. She had business to get down to. "Oh I love watching you, baby, when you're driving me, oh, crazy." Temperance took a deep breath and slowly crept up to the shower curtain.
The steam from the shower filled the small room, causing the mirror to fog up. Brennan looked at the shower, listened to Booth sing the next line- "Oh I love the way you, love the way you love me,"- and smiled. Slowly she walked to the sink and wrote a note in the moisture. With her smile growing wider she tip toed back to the curtain, lifted her camera to make sure she would get the, err, full view, and waited.
"There's no place else I'd rather be. Oh to feel the way I feel with your arms around me, I only wish that you could see the way you love me."
"Me too!" Brennan exclaimed as she threw open the curtain. Booth turned- stunned that she was in there with him, and even more stunned when the flash of a camera went off.
"Bones, what the hell?" he yelled, pulling the shower curtain back in front of him, so only his head was showing.
"Just a little leverage," Brennan said with a smile and then quickly left the room.
"Bones," he called after her, and then reached for a towel. As he wrapped it around himself he noticed the mirror - Payback is a bitch. "Bones," he called again and left the bathroom, water dripping from his body and hair.
Brennan ran down the hallway to her bedroom, laughing the entire time. The look on Booth's face was priceless. As she paused, gasping, to look at the picture, she could hear Booth in the hallway behind her. "Bones, what was that for?"
"Payback. Payback for everything."
"What are you talking about?" Brennan watched as droplets of water streamed over Booth's wet form. Now's not the time for impure thoughts...or maybe it is, she thought as her eyes traveled down a little farther.
"Well?" Brennan jerked her eyes back up to his.
"For everything. That little prank you pulled with the tampons. And seeing me nude last night. Everything."
"First off," Booth said stepping toward her. "The tampon thing was funny, and second, I didn't mean to see you naked."
"But you did," she countered, taking a step toward him. I'll be damned if I let him think he can intimidate me. "And this," she held up the digital camera with his nude picture on it. "Is to make sure nobody ever finds out."
"You're blackmailing me?"
"If that's what you want to call it, then yes."
Booth took another step in toward Brennan. "I think I've told you before, Bones, that blackmail is a federal offense." Not one to be outdone, nor intimidated, Temperance also took another step closer. The two were practically nose-to-nose.
"What are you going to do about it, arrest me for taking a picture?"
"Don't give me any ideas," Booth said.
"Then I'll be happy to enter this picture into evidence for everyone to see."
"You wouldn't."
"Let someone find out about what you saw," Brennan threatened. "And everybody we know gets to see what I saw."
"This isn't funny, Bones, now delete that picture."
"I don't think so. You see, as long as I have it, I have power over your mouth."
Booth decided to use a different tactic. He was obviously getting nowhere fast with this line of argument. "Admit it. The real reason you want to keep the picture is because you like what you saw."
"Booth, what I saw was nothing to write home about."
"Really?" he questioned, his hands going to the top edge of the towel, and he gave a slight tug. "Then maybe you didn't get a good enough look."
"Booth," Brennan warned, her hand flying out to stop his motion.
"What's wrong, Bones? Not embarrassed are you?"
"Of course not," she said. "It's just a human body, nothing that I haven't seen."
"But I bet it's the only living one you've snuck into a bathroom to take a picture of."
"I...You...that's not fair." Brennan put her hands on Booth's as he threatened to drop the towel again. Booth grinned down at her when he saw color rising to her cheeks.
"Not such a master debater now that the tables have turned, are you?"
"Oh. My. God!" The sound of Angela's voice from the doorway made both of them turn.
Brennan jerked her hands away from Booth's and the agent tightened the towel around his waist. "Ange," Brennan began. "This isn't what it looks like."
"Oh, I think it is," the artist said with a smile.
"What's going on?" Russ asked, coming up behind Angela and trying to look around her.
Booth and Brennan both looked like catfish, opening and closing their mouths without sound and the water pooled at Booth's feet only helped to finish the image. "Oh, nothing," Angela said, reaching out to pull the door closed, deciding to spare her friends any more embarrassment. There'll be time for that later. "It's just raining men."
We know, you all wanted lots of yummy descriptions, but we thought we would make you all use your imagination. After all, it's a terrible thing to waste. teehee