Disclaimer: Only after I learn all the names of the bones in the body, and I'm too lazy to do that.

Just want to say, this is not originally my plot. I changed the plot a little to suit Booth and Brennan and I know that my friend wouldn't mind, since she steals my plots all the time. If you sue me, I'll sue you back. HA HA!

I should warn you, my friend is more twisted than me.

Oh, warning, the M is getting M-ier. It is still tame, but slightly wilder than the last two. Slightly. Oh, who am I kidding? It's like an animal circus in here!

"I have never screamed."

"I find that hard to believe."

"I have never found the reason to."

"That's not true."

He couldn't remember how the conversation had started. Bones had been bugging him about something as usual and they had started bickering. The argument had run its course and they had somehow reached here, talking about sex. Many times their arguments had reached this destination, though he really couldn't think why. It wasn't like they were thinking about having sex all the time, or they would have jumped each other by now. It wasn't usually his favourite topic to talk to her about, but today it really interested him. The subject of whether or not Bones had had ever screamed while having sex was the discussion and he really hadn't expected this answer.

"Why would I lie? It isn't necessary to scream, and it doesn't say anything about how much I enjoy myself. I would say that I enjoy myself immensely without all that noise."

He watched the movement of the movement of the skirt of her white sundress as she walked in front of him. They were going into the wine cellar of the California villa that they had been staying at while working on a case involving the remains of an heiress to a multimillion dollar production company in Hollywood. The case had proven to be more complicated than they had expected, with more suspects every day. But now there was nothing to do but wait until the lab called back with the results.

"So you're saying that you've never had the urge to just..." Booth couldn't believe he was going to say it, "Scream for bloody murder 'cause you were having so much fun?"

She looked up from a bottle she was inspecting, "No."

"That's a piece of crap. I always make..."

He stopped in mid sentence. She was looking at him as if he had sprouted feelers.

"What were you going to say, Booth?"

He thought about it. Tried to make sure he was correct and not making a blind statement. Counting back as far as High School, he could remember making every single girl at least shout. So either she was lying about never screaming or...

But was it possible that he was just that good? Was that something that could be used to measure sexual prowess? Maybe not. Bones said it wasn't necessary to scream. And she was the one with the degrees.

He pushed the thought aside a second, "So you're telling me that it is not important to scream?"

"No it isn't. Not for me at least. It is no indication of how enjoyable the sex is."

"So why is it that every girl that I've been with has screamed?"

He wondered if he imagined the way her ears perked up, like a dog being alerted to dinner, when he admitted that. She put down bottle she was inspecting on the table behind her, and her eyes roved over him, almost in surprise.

"I couldn't answer that Booth. I guess that you will have to ask those girls that you have had sex with. I have never had sex with you, so I wouldn't know."

A wide grin spread across Booth's face. Why was he suddenly feeling so unbelievably cocky? He stepped closer to her, a little triumphant grin on his face.

"I bet I can make you scream," he said like a prize fighter imitating his opponent.

She looked at him, looked down and took up another bottle, "I doubt it."

"Come on, Bones you're the one that does math. Let's assume that we have both had sex with...fifty people in our lives each."

Her expression could be translated into one sentence, Yeah right,"So were assuming..."

"And one hundred percent of the time you have never screamed. Also one hundred percent of the time, I have made the girl I'm sleeping with scream. It would follow that I would make you scream if we had sex."

"OR it could also follow that I would be the first person you have sex with who doesn't make a single sound," she met his gaze, matching his challenge pound for pound.

"Yeah right Bones; I would have you screaming the four walls down and waking the entire neighbourhood." He was almost dancing with overconfidence now, "I bet you'd be so loud, they'd call the police."

"You're bragging Booth."

"Of course I'm bragging, Bones." He pointed in her face, "I am that good. I'm the boss. And I would make you scream till this cellar caved in if I so much as touched you right now."

Oh, yeah? "Prove it."

"What?" It was his turn to have his ears perk up. He must be hearing things.

She hopped up on the table, moved the bottles aside, giving him a come-hither-and-do-me look.

"I said prove it. If I scream, you win. But I assure you before hand, I won't make a sound."

"Huh?" a tiny bit of his cockiness melted at her words.

She smiled, "You heard me."

Booth felt like Ashton Kutcher was going to jump out from behind a barrel of wine in another second. He laughed at her. Was she leaking brain fluid? Nevertheless he stepped closer.

"So you don't think I won't win? You have too much confidence in your abilities, Bones."

She smiled as his hand went to her knee, "Well if I didn't, I wouldn't be competent in my field, would I?"

His hand pushed her long skirt up. She shivered, but he didn't notice. When the skirt was finally over her knee, he put his hand on her exposed knee.

"I wanna know though, why don't you scream?"

She gave him a confused look, "I just told you."

"Is it because you don't want to or because you won't?"

"Won't?"

"Won't scream. I mean there are some guys who can make any girl scream." His smile was so smug; she wanted to kiss it off.

"Like you." Brennan couldn't understand how come she suddenly felt so hot in the cool cellar. Booth's hand was on her thigh and she eyed it to have visual confirmation that it was indeed moving up her skirt.

"I never said that. But since I have an impeccable track record so far..."

Oh please. This battle was already won in her estimation. He could feel her up all he wanted, she wouldn't even squeak. And he would have met his match, one girl in the world he couldn't make scream in pleasure.

"Nobody can make me do what I don't want to do."

Oh, you'll want to

"Not a sound, right?" he said. She nodded, already starting the game.

His hand touched the cotton of her panties and she squirmed, not with apprehension, more with anticipation. He placed his palm over her and put on the most casual expression he could muster while touching her the way he previously only touched her in his musings entitled "If Only."

"How about this case huh?"

She gave him a look that said, Words make sounds, Booth. He chuckled.

"Okay, you won't talk? I'll talk. The boyfriend is the suspect that looks the most likely to kill her for all that money. However, the mother who was put out of the will has links to the crime lord whose MO almost matches the way the victim was killed. What do you think? "

Silence.

He moved his hand, massaging her through the cotton. Then he tugged at the waist of the garment that separated his hand from her core. Her expression, though she was trying to hide it, changed suddenly. Her eyes glazed over.

He continued his speech, if only to distract himself from how this was affecting him, "The victim had an extra-marital affair that her husband knew about, and denies being angry about. But we of course don't believe that..."

"Uhhh..." he heard her say, and was a little disappointed that she gave up so soon.

"Ha. I won, Bones."

"No! You did not."

"You made a sound."

"Yes, but I always make sounds during sex," she corrected, "The theory you are trying to test is that you can make me scream. You have yet to prove that. So continue."

She was treating this like a Science Project. He wondered if he would be forced to present data afterward.

"Gladly. This just makes this easier, any way. You are going to make this whole place echo."

"This cellar already echoes, Booth. Mmm...It will not take much to...make it echo."

His hand found her wet (no big surprise) and his finger stroked at the entrance, teasing her. He saw her eyes close. She looked like she was in another world. Her head flopped unto his shoulder and she was breathing heavily. Aha! Just a matter of time...

"Hey, Bones."

"Mmmm?" she groaned.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?"

She sucked in a breath before she answered, "So what if I am? Is that wrong?"

He slowly, slowly entered her with one finger, stroking her softness. He could swear he heard her scream, even if it was a tiny little squeak of a sound. He had won, fair and square.

"You know that intake of breath can be considered a scream," he said, "I win Bones."

"No, it can be considered a gasp, Booth. I only gasped nothing else."

"Whatever."

Her head was moving on his shoulder and she was grinding in his hand. He took the oppourtunity to insert another of his fingers into her. She really gasped then.

He couldn't believe how soft she felt. So soft and wet and...

"Wow, Bones."

She sucked in another breath, "What?'

"You feel so good."

He used his free hand to lift her chin, met her mouth with his. She didn't complain at first, and he gave in a little. He cupped her breast, and felt her reaction to his touch with his other hand. Wow, was all he could think. She ground on him, gripped his shoulder. Then, she pushed him away.

"Booth, don't kiss me. I'm trying to concentrate. That can be considered cheating."

"Oh. Sorry."

His fingers continued to explore, plunging deeper and deeper into her. Them he touched her exactly where she needed to be touched, without realising it.

Her scream really did echo. He heard the replay three times before it settled. He did it again, and she screamed even louder.

"Whoa! There we go!"

"That was a gasp! Only a gasp! I DID NOT SCREAM!"

"Why are you talking so loud?"

"Booth!" he heard his name echo all around him. Wow. That was a memorable experience.

"Bones you're screaming."

"No! I'm not!"

"The walls are echoing."

"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!"

"Wow, Bones. That's definitely a..."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"...scream."

"YES!"

"You're screaming."

"I'M AWARE OF THAT! I'M NOT DEAF!"

"So I win."

He made to move away from her, but she grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer.

"BOOTH, IF YOU DARE BACK AWAY NOW, I SWEAR I'LL RIP YOUR SKIN FROM YOUR BONES!"

"Okay! Okay!"

He tried to keep himself together as she rocked against him. Her hands locked behind his neck and she rode out an orgasm that almost did cave in the cellar they were in.

She was screaming for bloody murder because she was having so much fun. Now, where had he heard that before?

When she finally drifted back down to Earth, her head flopped on his shoulder again, trying to catch her breath. Her heart was thudding. And his felt like it was doing the Rumba in his chest. Also, every single muscle in his body was standing at attention, as if the General was coming.

"So, that's it," he pushed his hands in his pockets and backed away, "I won. And ...I'm gonna go..."

He turned to the stairs, running like a crazy person. He had never seen his partner like that, so wild and vulgar and sexy. Did he really do that?

Wow.

He hadn't expected that response from her. She was right; nobody made Bones do what she didn't want to do. She didn't want to scream so he thought she would put up more of a resistance, not break out like a wild animal under his hand.

He needed to calm down. He was throbbing with excitement.

A shower. That was what he needed a nice, cold shower...

Brennan couldn't move from where she was sitting on the table. She didn't trust her legs to function. They felt like they were made of Jell-O.

That... was... awesome

She took up a corkscrew on the table, screwed it into the bottle beside her, popped the cork and chugged the hot wine. She was calming down and she didn't want to. She wanted to feel the way she did a while ago for as long as possible.

She got up, her knees wobbling. She wondered if he was in for performing an encore...

I tried to make that as funny as possible. After all, it does say Humour up there. Did I succeed?

I think I did justice to my friend's plot ( it was just the plot that I stole and nothing else). Although it kind of still sounds like she wrote it, all the words are mine. Most of the twisted is on her account though.

Now, you should review a story like this. Believe me. It's good to indulge somebody with a twisted mind. Also my insecurities are back, you need to console me. Now, HIT THE BUTTON!