Booth methodically tapped the steering wheel as he examined the long line of traffic ahead of him. His blunt fingertips fiddled with the stereo volume, and he spared a glance toward Brennan when she closed her phone. "So, Angela can watch her for another hour or two?"

"Yes," Brennan told him, frowning as she also looked at the enormous traffic jam they were stuck in. "I told her there was no way we would be back in the city before then."

Booth sighed and put the SUV in park before resting his neck on the headrest of his seat, closing his eyes and trying to relax a bit.

When Brennan's phone rang, he peeked open one eye and looked in her direction. She opened her phone, "Brennan," and he watched as a soft smile curved up one side of her mouth. "Thank you, Dr. McCarthy," she replied to whatever information was given to her, and then she closed her phone. "Well, that is interesting," she murmured to herself and looked at Booth with the same smile on her face.

When she didn't continue, Booth opened his other eye to fully look at her. "What?" he sat up straight. "Is something wrong?"

"No!" she answered immediately. "Nothing is wrong, Booth. I merely received some information I had previously requested."

"Okay…" Booth nodded warily. "That's…good."

She was still looking at him curiously, and finally Booth couldn't take it any longer.

"Okay, Bones. I feel like…there's something you're not telling me. Something…maybe I should know? Even if it's not bad?"

Her smile turned into a small smirk, and Booth's eyes nearly narrowed. It had been a long time since he'd seen that particular smile on her face. "You gotta just tell me," he insisted.

"My doctor performed a full examination at my last appointment, as you know," she began. "Per my request."

Booth ignored the image that rushed through his mind at the reminder. His hands clenched any time he imagined anyone touching her where he wanted to touch her. But he wasn't in the mood for a lecture on medical professionalism, so he just kept silent.

"And…" she continued. " I'm happy to report that my pelvic floor is once again ready."

Pelvic floor, pelvic floor, Booth turned the words over in his mind as it raced to figure out what that meant. He had an idea, but with her, it was just best to ask. "Pelvic floor. So you mean…" he motioned from his waist toward hers with the flick of his wrist.

"Precisely, Booth. Normally a woman might wait around six weeks before having intercourse again, but I'm prepared at this time, and only after five weeks. Or at least, that will be this Friday." Her tone was almost cocky, as if it was obvious to anyone that someone of her caliber would not need the average turn-around time… so to speak.

Booth did the immediate math. It was Tuesday. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday…sex. Oh God. "Oh, um…great. I uh…I wasn't sure, you know…" he motioned again. "How long, and…you know, if you'd be ready." Or willing, but that was another question. After she'd screamed some profuse profanities at him during labor and delivery, he wasn't sure she'd ever let him slide between her sleek thighs again. And the past month or so had been filled with them trying to balance different schedules. She'd taken some time off, but he'd still worked cases, getting her input at home when he could. But she was up during the nights feeding, and on the few times he'd insisted he wanted to help, she'd shooed him away and told him to get more sleep.

She chuckled. "You weren't?" Her eyes were wide and incredulous. "You were a father before, so…"

"Well, yeah, but…when Parker was born, Rebecca and I weren't exactly…" he made a squeaking sound with his mouth and quickly pumped his fist twice.

Brennan's eyebrows lifted as his crude gesture, but she ignored it.

"So um…Friday," Booth shifted in his seat. He clenched and released his jaw and stared out at the expanse of still bumper to bumper traffic in an effort to get his mind off of the fact that in just a few short days he'd be, oh yeah…oh, fuck. His pants felt tight, and he spared a glance toward Brennan, hoping against hope that she hadn't noticed. But of course she had. It wasn't like she was going to stare out at traffic.

The tiny smile from before grew ever so slightly and Booth felt blood pumping through his veins.

"Yes, Booth," Brennan answered, and he could have sworn she shifted closer to him on the seat. When she released her seatbelt, his eyes went wide.

"Whoa. Whoa, Bones…what are you doing?"

Her smile grew no less confident, but she oozed an innocence he didn't buy for a second. "I'm just getting more comfortable is all." She loosened a single button at the top of her blouse, and his eyes were incapable of following the line of her skin. "After all, it does look like we'll be here for a while."

Booth swallowed as her fingers brushed against his knee.

"There is something I wanted to ask you, Booth," she murmured, and he would have sworn her voice was sexier than normal. Or maybe it was just the idea of being with her. And that they were trapped together.

"Yeah?" he answered with practiced coolness, ignoring the urge to loosen his tie from his neck.

"Well," she began, gently caressing his leg. "As you know, because my skin was showing signs of sensitivity, I've skipped my regular waxing appointment for the past few months."

Booth's eyes nearly drooped at her words.

"But that has been resolved, and now that we have a plan in place," her fingers moved just a bit higher. "I wanted to know…how would you like it?"

Booth's gaze shot to hers and he tried to comprehend what she was saying. "It?" he fumbled a bit.

She smiled. "Yes. At this point, we can go with your preference. I can keep my current length of pubic hair. With a trim of course," she motioned with one hand, and Booth pretended to agree. "Or not, if you don't want. Or I can go semi-bare, or completely bare, or if there is a particular style you enjoy, I will consider it. I once knew a girl in college who was bare except for her boyfriend's name scripted on her mons pubis. Apparently, he quite enjoyed that, though I suppose it's no surprise because obviously, that is an incredibly literal form of-"

"Oh, God," Booth groaned and wiped his face. He couldn't help but laugh. "I think that's…" he thought about it and wondered what it would be like to peel away her panties and see Booth scrawled so prettily against her skin. "I mean…whatever you want, Bones."

She was quiet for a moment, and he waited, knowing she couldn't possibly be feeling shy. "I want to please you."

His eyes narrowed, and he wrapped a couple of fingers around her wrist. He lifted it and placed a kiss on the inside of her palm. "Believe me, Bones. I'll be pleased…" his voice was low and suggestive and his eyebrows waggled a bit, and she laughed. "No matter what."

"I know," she tilted her head to the side and moved a bit closer. "But…come on, think about it…"

He released her hand and she placed it back on his leg. "Um, I'm actually trying not to think about it…" he joked. "In case you haven't noticed, we're sort of in public here, Bones."

She shook her head slightly. "No one can see, Booth," she murmured and let the base of her palm rest just where his fly ended on his pants. "Now, think about it. We're finally alone. Angela has already agreed to babysit. Maybe we go out to dinner. I wear the perfume you like," she began a gentle rotation of her hand, and Booth couldn't help but buck up into her touch just a tiny bit.

"We're ready for one another, but we wait—at least until we're out of the restaurant and back home. At that point, everything is fair play."

Fair game flittered through his mind, but he couldn't get the words from his brain to his lips. Her hand continued its torturous rubbing, and Booth was getting harder and harder. He looked around, but the tinted windows of the SUV and her position sitting primly beside him gave nothing away. A discreet handjob from Bones in the middle of a traffic jam, so sexy.

"I think maybe you'll take me up against the front door. After all, why wait? And we fit so well together when we're standing. But…no." she paused and then gently lowered his zipper. With nimble fingers, she reached inside of his pants and pulled him through the slit of his boxers. Her touch was light but sure, and Booth's eyes nearly rolled back in his head. "You want me in bed, you say, and pick me up and carry me there."

His eyes closed, and he couldn't help but arch up again, this time a little harder than the first time. But she was stroking him so lightly, he needed more friction. He could imagine the scenario she was describing in clear detail, and suddenly, after a month of being patient, he wasn't sure he was going to be able to wait till Friday.

"We're kissing like crazy, and we're as loud as we want to be, because we're alone. You place me in the center of the bed, and then pull back and start to take off your clothes. I want to help, but you say no. You're a trigger a way from losing control, you tell me, and you have to do it yourself," Brennan's hand began to work a little bit faster. "I tell you that I like it when you lose control, but you aren't interested in hearing that. You step back further, out of my reach…" she continued, the story such contradiction to the reality of his cock literally in her hand. "And you strip off all of your clothing. Socks too…" she teased, and his eyes flew open. He opened his mouth to defend himself, but she took the opportunity to rub the head of his cock with the palm of her hand. All that escaped from his lips was a harsh moan. Brennan leaned toward him and placed a soft kiss on his cheek as she gently manipulated the skin of his tip. Booth's eyes closed in rapture and his head sank back against the headrest again.

"Then you pull my dress over my shoulders. And you stare at my body, and like what you see."

"No doubt about it, Bones," he grunted, wrapping his hands tightly around the steering wheel.

"You peel away my bra and touch me, kissing along my skin. My fingers thread through your hair, and I'm too sensitive so then I'm pulling you back up so I can kiss your mouth. We roll over a few times, each one of us wanting to be on top for a while. My hands are on your shoulders and your hard ass, and your hands are all over my breasts and thighs." Her hand was practically flying now, and he was letting out soft grunts from the back of his throat. "We're still kissing like crazy, and then I'm under you. My hands are on your cock, and I'm stroking you…just like this,"

"Yessssss," he hissed, his hips moving in rhythm.

"I can't wait to feel your hard dick inside me, Booth, and I'm squirming beneath you, trying to get you to hurry. You want to make it last, but I tell you that we've been waiting already. And that my doctor says it's clear and-"

"Pelvic floor, got it," he rasped out. "Don't stop," he begged, his head falling forward between his arms. He opened his eyes, but that was a mistake. Seeing his hard cock surrounded by the dark fabric of his dress pants and her long white fingers shot him through the stratosphere of arousal. His balls tightened immediately, and he had to bite back the need to come.

"Finally, you wedge your hand between my thighs. I moan and arch up, and a little gasp escapes your lips at just how hot and wet I already am for you, Booth. And you can feel it…even through my panties."

Her voice seemed to get lower, or maybe it was just the rushing in his ears at the onset of his orgasm, but when she leaned closer, his neck tilted toward her to hear better.

"You're tired of waiting, and you slide my silk panties to the side, touching me…" her hand stopped at the base of his cock, and he clenched his teeth. "And what do you find, Booth?" The tension of his body was a long strained wire, and she waited for his response. "Hmmm? When you pull my underwear off my body, and kiss your way up my thighs…what's there, Booth? What-"

"Bare," the word fell from his lips on a dark moan, and Brennan smiled as she traced her index finger up and over the length of his cock. She had her answer, and he was going to get his reward.

"All over?" she asked, reaching into his pants pocket and pulling out his clean handkerchief.

Booth's mind raced at the fantasy, and he nodded. "Yeah, bare all over. Soft, lickable skin and... Shit, Bones…Ah!" he cried out as she wrapped her fingers around him again and began to stroke in earnest. His hips were practically piledriving into her hand and when she felt him truly tense, she wrapped the handkerchief around his cock before he came into it in pulsing wet waves.

He wrapped his hand over hers and moved it aside, cleaning himself up on his own. His breath escaped through his nose in short exhales as he tried to inhale through his mouth. He wadded up the hankie and tossed it to the back seat, sighing deeply when he felt her quick fingers gently wrapping him back up into his boxers and pants. She kissed his neck and zipped up his pants, and Booth turned and caught her mouth with his. She groaned against his lips, and he realized she was possibly as turned on as he'd been. He pulled back, and sure enough, her eyes were bright and shiny, and he would recognize that look anywhere.

"I could uh…" his fingers brushed against her thigh. "Return the favor…"

"That's okay," Brennan moved away from his tempting touch. She slid her fingers through his until their hands were joined between their bodies. "I'd rather wait and build the anticipation for Friday."

"Friday," the word escaped his lips like a perfect prize, and Brennan laughed at him. With her free hand, she pulled out her phone and pressed a few buttons.

"Yes, this is Dr. Temperance Brennan, and I'd like to make an appointment for tomorrow." She smiled at Booth and laughed again when he waggled his eyebrows at her and gave her the single nod. "Yes, full wax. Yes, yes…thank you. That will suffice."

She clicked her phone shut and shot Booth another saucy smile.

-b&b-

PS...I once knew a girl who knew a girl who had scripted her boyfriend's name in her pubic hair!

Ha! You never know what will come in handy (get it?) for a B&B smut fic.