The Bones In Bones
Chapter 4
"Huh?" Booth was confused, and a little bit angry. "What did I get wrong?"
Bones smirked, took his hand, and pressed his index finger between her breasts. "The sternum isn't a bone. It's three bones, fused together." She slowly traced it down her chest, from just below her collarbones and through her cleavage. "The manubrium… gladioulus… and xiphoid."
"That's crap, Bones. I've even heard you you refer to it."
"Yes, it's convenient to call it a bone, but technically it's three separate bones. And remember the Holden Chevalier case – the Santa bomb? One of the key pieces of evidence were the burns Ms. Wick found on his manubrium."
"I really try not to remember too much about that case. I still have nightmares of being wheeled around the lab in my underwear."
"I don't understand that. You have a very well-developed physique, and nothing to be ashamed of. Unless you're insecure about your lack of body hair…"
"Let's just drop it, Bones. OK, you win, I give. When do you you want to start collecting your reward?"
She smiled seductively, picked up her bra from the chair back, and turned towards the bedroom. "No time like the present, wouldn't you agree?"
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Temperance Brennan pushed Booth away from her. She desperately needed to catch her breath. He'd completed the first five phases of the sexual part of his "penalty" quite thoroughly. The massages had been exceptionally relaxing and arousing, and he'd actually spent closer to 20 minutes on her front and back, well in excess of the agreed-upon 15 minutes. Further, he had actually focused on massaging her for the most part, only crossing over into foreplay once he'd thoroughly worked her muscles. His "secret technique" had brought her a truly wonderful orgasm, marred only by her ongoing frustration to understand exactly what he was doing with her and his smug refusal to describe it.
The second orgasm had been almost mind-blowing. There was a common belief that women were better at cunnilingus than men, generally, as they were theoretically more in tune with the female anatomy. It certainly had proven true in Brennan's occasional encounters with other women, and she was rather proud of her own skills in that area. But Booth was easily the best she'd ever had. The only complaint she ever had was the occasional stubble-burn she'd get (something she never had to worry about with women), but he was getting better at shaving before bed when his face was too rough. That, plus the fact that his fingers were longer, thicker, and stronger than the average woman's, put Booth in a league of his own.
The third one – the first of the two "freestyle" orgasms he was committed to providing – wasn't quite as intense as the first two, but she was still thoroughly worked up from those. He'd inserted two fingers inside her, thrusting in and out while stroking the walls of her vagina – with extra attention to her G-spot. He'd assigned his thumb the duty of clitoral stimulation. His other arm had wrapped under her, cradling her tenderly against him, while he licked, nibbled, and sucked on her breasts until her nipples felt like they were ready to burst right off her breasts. She finally had to push him away at the peak of her climax, needing a break from the stimulation. She sprawled across the bed, arms and legs akimbo, flat on her back, trying to regain her breath and composure. She tried not to think about how she had obligated him to provide her with yet one more orgasm.
She felt the bed shift as Booth got up. She heard him pad out of the room, returning a moment later, and felt something cold between her breasts.
"Here. You look a bit dehydrated and overheated." She forced open her eyes, and saw he had placed a bottle of ice-cold spring water on her chest.
"Thanks." She tipped the cap to her lips and chugged down half the bottle, only lifting it away when she needed to breathe. "I'm going to need a minute to recover."
"No problem. I can wait." He returned to his side of the bed and lay back down on his side, watching her.
She finished off the water bottle and placed it on the nightstand. It teetered briefly on the edge before falling to the floor. She found she lacked both the energy to pick it up and the concern to want to do so. She closed her eyes again and slowly brought her breath under control.
Then she felt the bed shift again, and felt a familiar pressure between her legs. "Booth, what are you doing?"
"You said a minute, it's been sixty seconds. Time for round four." He pressed the head of his penis against her labia, pressing it in and rubbing it up and down her lips. Then he began slowly teasing the head just barely in and out of her vagina.
"Wait a minute, Booth. That's not allowed. I specifically said you had to keep your boxers on the whole time."
She could hear the smile in his voice. "And I am. You didn't say anything about opening the fly, though."
She slid her hands down his sides, and he was right – he was still wearing his boxers. He'd found a loophole in her rules.
Oh, what the hell. As exhausted as she was, she found she wanted him inside her as much as he did. She slid her hands under his boxers and grabbed his buttocks. "Let's get this going, Booth. I've had far more than enough foreplay." She pulled him down until he was fully buried inside her. She briefly toyed with the notion of making him stop once she had her orgasm, but decided that that would be cruel – he'd more than earned the right to climax.
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Booth strode into the Jeffersonian, a grim look of determination on his face. Bypassing the lab, he headed straight towards Dr. Camille Saroyan's office. He brushed past her secretary. "Cam, I gotta ask you a few questions about bones."
"Seeley, I told you – she's my employee, you're my ex, and I will not get in the middle of your personal relationship."
"Huh? Oh, no – not Bones, I'm talking about actual bones. Human bones, not… well, the human being Bones."
"Oh, OK. But you do realize that as good as I am, she's far better than I am."
"Yeah, but I can't ask her, and you're the best I know apart from her."
"You've lost me, Seeley."
"We had a bet, that I couldn't name three-quarters of the bones in the human body. I did, but she said I didn't."
"What was the dispute over?"
"I said the sternum, and she said it wasn't a bone, but three separate bones."
"Well, technically, she is correct. But…" she paused thoughtfully.
"But what?"
"Did you two agree on the total number of bones before you started?"
"Not officially, but yeah – we both used 206."
"In that case, you just might have an argument."
Booth smiled. "Would you mind putting that in writing?"
"One condition, Seeley. Under no circumstances will you ever tell me any more details of this wager, including how it was conducted and the stakes."
"Agreed."
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Brennan looked up as she heard the door to the lab open. As she had hoped, it was Booth.
"Come on, Bones. We got a case." He led her back to his SUV, briefing her as they walked. "Big one, lots of attention. White House staffer, found in a federal park. No question of Bureau jurisdiction on this one." He headed for the driver's seat, but Bones grabbed his arm and stopped him.
"Just a minute, Seeley. Remember the bet? Give me the keys."
"Oh, about that bet. Here." He held out not the keys, but a carefully-folded sheet of paper. She opened it.
"Dr. Brennan:
As a fellow professional and your direct superior, I find I must correct you on an error you recently made in bone identification. While it is true that the sternum is composed of three fused bones, it is considered a single bone on the accepted list of 206 bones in the human body – much like the sacrum and coccyx, which also consist of several smaller bones fused together. If you did, indeed, discount the sternum as part of that list, then you did so improperly.
Dr. Camille Saroyan
Booth smirked. "Now, Dr. Brennan, I believe we have some matters to discuss – the proper resolution of our little wager, my collection on my fairly-won prize, and perhaps some kind of penalty for your unfairly-claimed victory."