Author's Note:

First up, as proud as I am of my technical details, I didn't realize I had a reader who had actually studied forensic anthropology. The 206/216 bone count issue could – and probably should – have been resolved with a reminder to Bones of the differing count for adults and children, and her embarrassment over the matter. Instead, I went heavy for the drama, and it really wasn't necessary.

My first idea is to rewrite the piece, but I'm too damned proud of it to mess with it. Instead, I'll simply invoke the Jedi Mind Trick:

You don't need to see my rationalizations. These aren't the flaws you're looking for. You can continue with your browsing. Read along.

However, if I do end up writing any more stories that involve technical details, I will seriously be begging Selene Illusinia to be my technical beta. It bugs me to get things wrong – or, even, not as right as they could be.

This chapter is definitely rated M, and so will the next. I've already determined what "penalty" Bones will have to pay – and it will not be pretty.

The Bones In Bones

Chapter 6

Bones pulled a tissue from the box on her nightstand, wiped her mouth, and then took a long swig from the water bottle she's strategically placed there. Then she crawled up Booth's body and draped herself over him. His arms wrapped around her, holding her tight. She preferred curling up next to him, her head in the hollow of his shoulder while his arm draped around her, often drawing lazy circles in the small of her back, but she knew he loved the feeling of her lying atop him, face to face, and this night was all about pleasing him.

She still felt a little guilty about mistakenly claiming victory on their wager, and had vowed to exceed the terms of his victory. Instead of fifteen minutes, she'd spent half an hour each sensually massaging him, front and back. She'd actually enjoyed the hell out of that – she spent so much time dealing with bones, it was tremendously refreshing to study and manipulate bones still encased in flesh and bone, especially when it was alive and belonged to such a well-formed specimen, and most importantly Booth's. She'd found herself often just playing with his body, moving him around, flexing and stretching his joints, silently noting the names and functions of nearly every part of his body. It was almost like being back in college – but far, far more entertaining.

His insistence on her being nude as well during the process was also a source of stimulation for her. She had frequently brushed and pressed her breasts against various portions of his body, arousing them both. She had also used her vulva, pressing her groin against the small of his back, grinding herself against his thighs (front and back), and even at one point straddling his crotch and gliding her labia up and down the underside of his (very erect) penis.

She'd then spent 20 minutes demonstrating every single thing she'd ever learned about fellatio. Lips, tongue, even the very careful application of teeth. And her hands had been quite thoroughly busy, too – testes, scrotum, perineum, thighs, buttocks (but not his rectum – that he had made abundantly clear on numerous occasions.

She was prepared to continue, but Booth had warned her that he was about to climax. At that point, she made a spur-of-the-moment decision and chose to give him a gift she had rarely chosen to bestow. Instead of pulling her head away and bringing him to orgasm with her hands, she redoubled her sucking and gently squeezed his testes until he finally erupted in her mouth, and she swallowed as fast as she could. It wasn't her preferred act, but she understood how intensely pleasurable it was for him and wanted to give him as much pleasure as possible.

"Whoo, Bones. That was a rare treat."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Seeley. Consider it a special reward."

"Oh, I definitely do."

They lay there, in a comfortable silence, gently caressing each other. Finally, Bones slid off Booth and tucked herself into their customary position. She traced her hand down his chest, to his groin. "I believe we have one final element to fulfill..."

"Whoa, Bones. I'm not 17 any more. I'll need a bit more time to recover."

"That's a shame, Booth, because I am extremely aroused right now."

He chuckled, and reached across to place his hand on her hip. "Well, there are ways to deal with that..."

She pushed his hand away. "That's not allowed. Remember, this is all about my pleasing you, not you pleasing me."

"I really don't mind..."

"But I do. You just relax and rest up, and I'll... entertain myself while I wait."

"Huh? You got a book or something?"

"No, something better." She took her hand and began to slowly caress her breast. "While I prefer your attentions, I am quite capable of satisfying my own sexual needs."

Booth was dumbfounded. "Um... er... ah..."

"You don't mind, Seeley? It doesn't bother you if I choose to touch myself, to please myself, while you lie there and watch?"

"...Ug... uh..." Booth's jaw moved, but no actual words came out."

"You are often praising my breasts, Seeley. I appreciate that, and find you are quite right – they are very sensitive and responsive. For example, when I caress them like this, my nipples become quite erect. And when I manipulate my nipples, like this, it is very stimulating. I can feel myself becoming more and more aroused."

She slid a hand down her stomach. "Also, as you have noted, my inner thighs are very sensitive. I enjoy caressing them, stroking my fingers up and down, teasing myself. It's the very fine touch that is the most effective."

Booth didn't even try to vocalize any more. Every ounce of his will was focused on watching Bones pleasure herself in front of him, to the point where he fought even the necessity of blinking.

"As god as I am at pleasing myself, though, Seeley, I find that I prefer to emulate your techniques. I find that touching myself as you touch me to be more gratifying, as it lets me fantasize that it is you touching me. For example, when I gently slide my fingertip up and down my labia... like this... I find myself reminiscing of the times you have touched me."

She stroked a bit more firmly. "Now I want to part my labia, and begin stroking the inside surfaces like you do. But as wet as I am, my fingertip isn't quite wet enough for comfort, so I'll have to dip it inside me to get it fully moistened, so it glides most readily over my genitals."

"Now, I feel aroused enough to directly stimulate my clitoris. I have always been able to bring myself to orgasm, but not as well as you can with that damned trick of yours you won't share. I would very much like to use it myself, but you are too selfish, and so I find that I have to make do with... older and more familiar methods."

Bones glanced down at Booth's crotch. Her little show was working – he was almost half erect. But she realized he could stand some more stimulation – and, she found, she wanted to go on as well.

"Stimulating my clitoris could lead to a satisfactory orgasm, but I find that I am not interested in an orgasm from that alone. I want vaginal penetration." She slipped her finger down, and pressed it inside herself.

"Now that is closer to what I desire. But as pleasant as all this is, it's not as satisfactory as when you touch me. My finger is quite dextrous, but not as large and strong as yours. Finally, there is an element of predictability in my touching myself – I know precisely what I will do, and when. When you are touching me, I never know with absolute certainty what you will do from one moment to the next, and that unknown factor greatly enhances my pleasure."

At that point, Booth knew his cue – and he was ready to take it. He rolled on his side, his arms reaching out for her. "I think it's time for a bit of that unpredictability you were talking about."

She pushed him away. "No, I don't think so." She kept pushing him until he was on his back. "As you apparently forgot, you put conditions on that. You just lie there, and let me take charge."