Happy request fulfillment day! Some lucky reviewer is getting their request fulfilled. Who is it? SnoopGirl69! What did she request? A Booth struggle. So here goes. Hope I appease you darling!
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the relevant authorities. All situations are mine.
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"Oh please Booth. It won't hurt you."
Booth wondered if the fact that she had been around dead bodies for so long that they desensitized her to what would truly hurt a man.
And one of those things was becoming a human guinea pig.
They entered Brennan's apartment, both laden with her groceries that she had asked him to help carry upstairs.
"I don't care what you and Cam say- or try to do- to get me to do that. I won't budge. I'm not doing it."
"Why? It's all in the name of science. Harper McKenzie was about you height and build and if we just put you in the machine-"
"No."
"This case would be over faster."
"You just wanna get me naked, don't you?" he pointed at her, "You probably have some wild fantasies about me in the back of that squinting brain of yours and you wanna get me naked to get them out of your system."
She narrowed her eyes at him, "You won't be naked. You can get a nice little blue robe. It's the same colour as our lab coats," she said it like a mother trying to make her son feel better about going to the dentist to pull his teeth.
"Well I don't care. I am not going into some stupid machine. Get some other hunk to ogle." He handed over the bag he was holding to her, shoving it a little.
"Now why do you think we want to ogle you?" she asked. He snorted.
"Angela basically had it written all over her face. And even if you try to squint it out, I know you always have sex on the brain. And Cam's just as bad. I repeat, Bones, there is no way you're getting me on that thing. Not even if you stripped."
"Now who has sex on their brain," Brennan put down the groceries in the kitchen, leaving Booth standing in her living room, "Not even if I stripped, huh?"
"Not even," he resounded, only realising his mistake when she came back into the living room. Her blue top was half unbuttoned.
"Hey, Bones...um, I didn't mean it literally,"
She gave him a fake look of surprise, "You're still here? I thought you left. You know when I come home I just start automatically releasing myself from the binds of my work clothes. You should be able to relate, since you work in suits."
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked her.
"Hm? Oh I'm sorry. Does me stripping in anticipation of getting into the shower to take a long,hot bath bother you?"
"Bones, you're in the middle of the living room."
"My living room," she said, getting off the last button and freeing herself of her sleeves. The bra she had on was black with tiny pink rose patterns.
"I gotta go..." said Booth, grabbing blindly for the door handle across the room, two feet away from where he stood, his eyes glued to his partner's chest.
"Oh no. We haven't finished discussing why you should help us by going into that machine, Booth. The case will be completed much faster, and I know how much you love for things to go fast. In your work, I mean."
She zipped down the zipper of her pants, and the little sound it made filled the room for a second. Booth could feel his body tense as she pushed the grey pants past her hips. Her under wear was a matching set and little pink roses patterned across her black panties.
He couldn't feel his bottom jaw.
"Booth! You're drooling!" she said in false concern, "Are you alright?"
He couldn't answer. He was too preoccupied with his partner's underwear.
"You know, you should be the one whose the most eager to get into it. The machine, I mean. Because it is your case. Really the rest of us are just helping. Even me."
As she spoke , she pulled one strap of her bra away from one shoulder, then the other. His eyes widened and his pants got considerably tighter.
"And Harper McKenzie has been buried for seven years. Don't you think we should get the case settled as fast as possible so that his daughters can have some closure?"
"Uh...yeah Bones." Booth squeaked.
"I hate these silly hooks. Don't you?" said Brennan, twisting her hand back to pull her bra. Booth's hand involuntarily lifted from his side to help, but then she got it off, her breasts spilling out from their restraints.
Booth's jaw slackened even more as she came closer.
"Shouldn't that take more precedence than how you believe we'll view you?" she stopped a few inches away from him.
"But I feel uncomfortable going into that thing." Booth finally found his voice.
"Oh. About as uncomfortable as you feel right now? Because that erection pushing out of your pants does not look comfortable."
Booth looked down at himself. Sure enough his member was basically winking back at him.
"Maybe a little less," he admitted.
"Well then, if I can make you more uncomfortable than some silly machine, it cannot be that bad, can it?" she took his hands in hers and he had a moment to wonder what on Earth she was doing before he saw her intention. She hooked his fingers into the last article of clothing she had on and pushed them down. Booth had to bend a little before the panties fell on their own to the floor.
If it were possible, he got harder. He looked down at her, all of her, and nearly had a heart attack.
"Just come to the lab tomorrow. We have the machine all set up. It will be over before you know it."
"Okay."
"Hmm?"
"I said...okay."
"That is what I wanted to hear." She bent over to take up her clothes and Booth was sure he felt faint. Before he could collapse on her floor however, she straightened up and gave him a smile.
"I'm gonna go take a shower and get ready for bed. You should home and rest. We both had a long day."
What??
"Bones, you can't..." he struggled to get the words out, "You can't leave me like this."
She cocked an eyebrow, "What do you want me to do about it?"
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