Note: If anyone needs me, I will be in hiding far, far away.

Disclaimer: I don't own them.

Brennan walked into her cabin and shut the door behind her. It had been wonderful to see her childhood best friend again, but at the same time, it had brought back memories of her life back then.

Her childhood had been happy. The young Joy Keenan had an older brother who teased her and a mother who nurtured and loved her. Her father was gone a lot – successful sea captains don't spend much time at home – but she always knew he adored her. She had been a quiet, cautious child, but Angela had dragged her out of her books and into the world, opening her eyes to a world of tree climbing, rainbows, and amazing adventures.

She would always be grateful that she had grown up in such a loving, healthy home.

When her mother had died, followed soon after by her brother, she had been lost. The pain had been almost unbearable. She couldn't remember much about the dark week that followed their deaths, but she did remember Angela and her mother being there, welcoming her into their home and helping her get through the funerals.

Her father had been away at sea and there had been no way to get word to him. When he finally returned a month later, he had been devastated. He rallied, though, and insisted that she join him at sea. Angela's mother had protested that the sea was no place for a young girl, but he was adamant – his beloved daughter would stay with him.

Joy packed her bags and prepared to go to sea. At the docks, she hugged Angela and her mother, thanking them for all of their help. Tearfully, the best friends parted and Joy boarded the ship. It was hard for her to leave everything she had ever known – the small cottage by the sea, her mother and brother's graves, and her best friend – but she was excited to experience life on a merchant ship.

It wasn't until the third day that her father sat her down and told her the truth. He wasn't a respectable merchant captain. He was a pirate.

Innocent, young Joy Keenan died that day. In her place stood Temperance Brennan, pirate.

The young girl learned about life on the ship. She learned to navigate and steer, to climb the rigging and to patch the sails. She drank rum, played cards, and learned to fight.

When she was seventeen, her father was killed in battle. She briefly considered quitting the sea and going back to her old life, but instead she used her knowledge and skills to become captain herself.

Despite the dangers, it was a good way of life. She looked at her reflection in the looking glass. If her mother had lived, is this who she would have been? A respectable woman, likely married with several children? She scoffed. It was much better to be a pirate – roaming the seas at will, answering to no one.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the cabin door. She smiled at the man who walked in. "Sully!"

Sully's smile slowly spread across his face. "Well, well, Captain, don't you look fancy? I don't think I've ever seen you in a dress before."

She chuckled. "Don't think you'll ever see it again, either."

"Did you get your errand done?"

Brennan nodded. "Yes. Can you unhook this dress? I can't get it undone." As she spoke, she turned so that her back was towards him.

He stepped closer, sliding his arms around her waist. "Come on, Bren, I'm enjoying the dress."

She tiled her head back so that she could look up at him. "I'm the captain. You have to do what I say."

She could feel his laughter rumble in his chest. "Well, if I have to …" He stepped back and undid the hooks that ran the length of her back. When they were all undone, he pushed the dress off of her shoulders and it fell, pooling at her feet.

"Thank…" She wasn't done speaking before he grabbed both wrists in one hand, using his other hand to grab her cloth belt, which was hanging over the back of her desk chair. "Sully, what are you doing?"

Sully walked towards the bed and maneuvered her until she was sitting on the bed, her wrists still captive in front of her. He straddled her, tumbling her back onto the bed, and pulled her arms above her head, using the belt to tie her wrists to the headboard. When she was securely fastened, he sat back, his weight resting on her thighs, and devoured her with his eyes. "I thought it might be fun to be in charge for once."

"But…"

He leaned forward, putting his finger on her lips. "Did I say you can talk?" When she made no further move to talk, he sat back. His hand traced the neckline of her shift before dipping down to run along the top of her corset. "Hmm. I do like the corset. It's a good look for you – you should wear one more often." As he spoke, he moved further back until he was straddling her ankles. "The shift is nice, too, but I'm kind of curious about what you have underneath it. Should I check?"

His eyes swung back to her face. "You can answer that, if you want."

Brennan rolled her eyes. "What are you going to do if I say no?"

He smiled at her. "Are you saying no?"

She grinned at him. "No, it's fine with me if you check. After all, I already know what I'm wearing underneath it. It's only fair that you know too."

Sully raised his eyebrows then moved his gaze back to her thighs as he slowly teased the hem of her shift up. "The skin on your thighs is so soft. I've had dreams about this skin."

Brennan giggled. "You dream about my skin?"

Sully smiled. "Among other things." He leaned down, using his tongue to follow the path of her hem up her thighs.

When the shift was bunched around her waist, Sully looked up. "Well, well, Captain, it appears that you're not wearing anything under your shift. Do all respectable women forgo undergarments, or is it just you?"

"How would I know, Sully? I don't know many respectable women." Brennan stretched from head to toe, flaunting her body for him. As she relaxed, she let her knees drop to the sides, parting her thighs. "So? Are you going to fuck me, or do you want to go find someone more respectable?"

Sully stood, struggling with the buttons on his breeches. "Oh, make no mistake, I'm going to fuck you. You're way more fun than any respectable woman." Too impatient to undo the buttons on his shirt, he pulled it over his head and shoved his pants down. When he was completely naked, he nudged her legs farther apart and lowered himself on top of her.

He looked down at her and grinned. "I really do like this corset." He leaned down, his tongue tracing the edge of the corset much as his finger had done earlier. When he had finished, he moved up, pressing soft kisses along her neck before sucking her earlobe into his mouth. "I like this new side of you. I've never seen you so docile. I should tie you up more often."

Brennan squirmed impatiently. "I thought you were going to fuck me."

He raised his head so that he could look her in the eye as he rocked his hips against her. "I am, but on my timeline, not yours. After all, I'm in charge here."

As she sputtered protests, he ducked his head down, concentrating on kissing the nape of her neck so that she couldn't see his smile.

He slowly worked his way back down her body while she whined and twisted beneath him. When he could wait no longer, he began to enter her. When he was fully inside of her, he paused and grinned at her. "Much better. Now where was I?"

Brennan wrapped her legs around his waist. "You were supposed to be fucking me, not just teasing me."

Sully rolled his hips. "You know, you're very demanding."

"Hey, if you can't do the job, I'll find someone who can."

Sully grinned at her. "Good thing I tied you up, then. I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who walks into your cabin without an invitation."

As she glared at him, he laughed and started to move. "Oh well, I guess you are the boss."

So … jealous!Booth will probably be next.