Birthday Suits in a Suite
(AKA Booth in a Loincloth)
Chapter Six
Susan H.
The room grew too dark to work soon after Brennan and Booth finished eating. They both took showers in the dark, and now lay beside each other protected by a toga, and a loincloth.
"That didn't look like any chicken I've ever seen," Brennan said.
"Yeah, I have to agree."
"Were you captured many times Booth?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, there is nothing to read. No music to listen to. No work to do. I'm lying next to you, in bed, barely dressed, and it just feels right to ask important questions."
"I see your point."
"You know, in El Salvador, I was taken captive while identifying a dead girl."
"No Bones, you never told me that. What happened?"
"They covered my head in a bag, and threw me in a cell with no windows. I had no way of knowing how much time passed. They told me every day they were going to kill me and throw me in a well."
Booth found her hand and laced his fingers through hers.
"How long were you there?"
"When they released me, I learned I was there three days. I had thought it was much longer."
Booth squeezed her hand. She squeezed back.
"Bones, is that why you beat up that Salvadorian gang leader?"
"I disliked him very much, but yes, that was the underlying reason."
"I was never going to tell you this. Maybe I shouldn't now."
"Booth, you can't do that to me. You started, so just tell me."
"It's just that, the guy you beat up put a contract out on you."
"What?"
"You shamed him. Life is cheap to him."
"I'm still alive."
"Yeah, I know. He and I had a talk, hombre to hombre. He saw things my way."
Brennan turned on her side, facing him.
"Is that why you were late for the funeral?"
"Yes…"
Brennan pressed her lips to his, and held his face with both palms. She pulled up and then kissed him harder running her finger tips across his chest, and down his stomach. Booth wrapped both arms around her and pulled her tightly to him. Brennan pulled away slightly, but Booth followed her and laid gentle kisses on her lips, face and neck.
Brennan tugged his shoulders and back, and tried to pull him on top of her, but he stopped her. He spoke against her lips. "Why do you want this?"
"What?"
"Why?"
"Attraction, hormones, this situation, gratitude, you're incredibly sexy in a loin cloth, boredom."
"Those aren't the reasons I'm looking for."
"Booth, what do you want from me? What could be more perfect than this?"
"I already told you. Besides, I don't have protection, do you?"
"My birth control lasts for five years. I don't have any STD's, do you?"
"I'm sorry Temperance, I can't risk appendicitis again. There are no surgeons available."
"You don't have an appendix, Booth."
"I know, but I still have the same heart. I don't want that to hurt either."
They silently lay on their backs and held hands. Finally Brennan said, "Okay," and turned away from him.
He turned toward her, and put his arm around her waist. Brennan leaned back against him, and sleep came surprisingly easily