Sitting herself down on a chair out of reach, but well in sight of Booth, she stood two champagne flutes on a small table and set about uncorking the bottle. She poured into just one glass, trying to hide the smirk twitching at the corners of her mouth.
"Aren't you going to join me?" she purred to him, raising the glass to her lips, leaning back and pouting just a little more than was necessary, and not stopping the robe from falling open slightly. Booth groaned - maybe she was trying too hard with the sexy-tease thing, but damn if it wasn't working exactly as she'd no doubt planned, setting his pulse racing all over again.
Rolling to his side, he slowly, oh-so-slowly, peeled himself off the floor. He'd just about unfurled himself to stand fully upright when she rose from the seat. Thinking she would naturally come to help him, he let out a contented sigh as his vertebrae settled into place. The sound from his lips ended abruptly when she picked up the glasses and bottle and sauntered back to the bathroom. Stopping in the doorframe, back facing him, she unfastened the fluffy robe and let it fall to the floor, wide sleeves slipping easily over the glassware she carried. She flashed a sexy smile over her bare shoulder before disappearing from sight.
It took a good 5 minutes for Booth to shuffle to the bathroom, and by the time he arrived she was already neck deep in a steaming Jacuzzi, in a bathroom that matched the pink robe she'd found. Heart-shaped and flanked by bad decking, the Jacuzzi was squeezed into the corner of the bathroom, point of the heart joining where two gaudy pink walls met. It wasn't a good look for a bathroom, but Booth found himself failing to care, focusing only on the woman in the water - hair wet, arms spread along the top of the tub, eyes closed, she was clearly enjoying herself - without him.
She peeked one eye open a fraction, looking him up and down in all his naked glory. A smile flicked across her face for a split second, before she went back to what she hoped was a sexy pout.
"See something you like?" he attempted to turn the tables on her and take control again, but she wasn't having any of it. Giving a nonchalant shrug, she let her head fall back against the side of the Jacuzzi, sinking under the water completely once more and letting the warmth consume her. Hauling herself out, not before giving a shamelessly exaggerated hair flick (where had she learnt that trick!) Brennan sat up on the point of the tub, legs parted, leaning again the cool, tiled wall.
He licked his lips as Brennan leant forward to gather a handful of the scented bubbles and dragged the lather across her bare breasts, along her toned stomach and agonisingly slowly over her slender thighs. Hands settling where her legs met, she looked up at him and locked his gaze. He watched slack jawed as she fingered herself gently - barely enough to arouse a response from her, but plenty to send jealously coursing through him - he should be the only one touching her now.
"Are you truly paralysed by the pain from your lumbar vertebrae or do you simply wish to observe on this occasion, Agent Booth?" Her eyes twinkled as she spoke in her squintyest, most clinical, tone. Kicked into action, Booth lowered himself gingerly into the hot tub. As she had anticipated, the warmth and swirling of the water had a near instant soothing effect on his back, though his movements were still restricted. Ducking low in the water, he half-swam, half-walked the short distance to her, before settling between her knees. Her hands still rest on her most intimate area as he smirked up at her.
"Hey," he gripped her wrists tightly, "that's my job now." Standing in the water, he raised her arms above her head and pinned them to the wall, claiming her lips with his before she had the chance to reel off some witty reply. With her sitting on the edge and him standing on the bottom, they were almost the same height again.
He tugged at her lips gently before pulling back, arms still pinning her to the tiled wall.
"Where did you hide that champagne," he nipped at her neck, "or don't I get any?" He leaned in closed between her thighs and rubbed his arousal against her. Releasing one wrist from his grasp, Booth cupped a breast in his palm, rolling the nipple under his touch, all the while feasting on her neck. She shuddered as her senses went into overdrive. Waving vaguely off to the right, she moaned against his touch - right up until the moment it was all simultaneously ripped away and she was left started and confused for a split second. The water lapped at her calves as Booth crossed the tub and reached for the bottle on the side.
"The glasses are-" she started but he cut in.
"We don't need glasses." Bottle in hand, he slid his way back to her - the pain from his back easing with every passing second, as the swirling warm water wrapped itself deliciously around his arousal. Placing his thumb firmly over the end of the bottle, he began to shake it vigorously, much to her disapproval.
"You cannot add fizz to the bottle now that the seal has been broken, Booth. There is no longer the required pressure acting on the carbon dioxide within the champagne."
"Fine." He took his thumb off the end and she was, of course, proven right - a slight fizz escaped, but not the extent he had been hoping for. "We'll do it a different way instead then."
Leaning in to kiss her deeply, he once again stood nestled between her legs. Startled at first, she sank into his kiss, tongues meeting, eyes closing. Out of sight from Brennan, he raised the bottle and, watching carefully out of the corner of his eye, tipped it just slightly until a few drops landed on her shoulder and rolled down her damp skin.
She shuddered as the ice cold liquid made contact with flesh that had so long been soaking in the steaming water, and pulled away from his lips in surprise. Deep brown mischievous eyes gazed back at her as several more drops hit her, trickling liquid down her arm this time.
Head lolling back against the wall, she fought to gain control over her body.
"While an excellent example of chaos theory, that seems a waste of moderately expensive champagne Booth." He pressed the chilled bottle to her neck, watching as she shuddered against it. Her nipples began to pucker, and despite her fiery outward appearance, Booth knew she loved every second of this.
"Then I won't waste another drop." He spoke as more of the amber liquid hit her skin, cascading over her breasts. But these drops weren't allowed to run their course and mingle in the frothy water. No, these drops were captured as they dripped over the swell of her breast, being salvaged by several quick flicks of his tongue. She melted back further against the wall, breathing hitching as his lips hit damp flesh.
Booth drizzled more champagne down on her shoulder, no longer single drops, but a cascade that, true to his word, his eager tongue met every drop. He poured along her thighs, lapping ever closer to her oh-so-ready core; dribbling it over her navel, watching as the liquid succumbed to gravity and travelled down, and down, disappearing into the neat triangle of hair between her thighs. She sank back against the wall as he followed the trail, and perhaps, remapped its path a little: ducking deep between her slender legs and lavishing attention where she wanted it the most. Blindly, he trickled more of the sweet liquid across her stomach, letting it run its course and mingle with the foamy water, choosing one sweet taste over the other.
Brennan clawed at his shoulders, anxious for more of his touch but equally dreading the moment the bottle would run empty. Dragging him back up to meet her, she pulled Booth firmly against her, wrapping her legs around his waist and capturing his face in her hands. Kissing him forcefully, his tongue tasted of a mix of champagne and bubble bath residue.
Gripping her ass in his hands, Booth pulled her closer to the edge of the tub and closer to him. Standing up from the water, he guided himself into her, relishing the feel of her tight warmth around him. Legs still wrapped around his waist, Brennan tilted her pelvis ever so slightly and welcomed more of him into her.
With her nails clawing at his shoulder blades, he drove home over and over, struggling to stay standing against the slippery floor of the hot tub. Without breaking contact from her, he raised her from the edge of the tub and lowered them into the water. Kneeling on the bottom, she sat on the slight step under the surface, head lolled back as he sent her rocketing towards the edge.
The water swirled around them, jets of heat surging up from the bottom of the tub and out from the sides. Warmth enveloping them, Booth latched onto her neck as she slipped further back into the water, bubbles washing up over her shoulders as he rocked into her. With the added sensations from the whirling water, she came quick and hard, clenching around him as an altogether different set of waves consumed her body. Booth swiftly followed suit, his warmth flowing into her before he enveloped her fully within his arms to stop them both from giving into the urge to simply relinquish control of their limbs and sink beneath the surface.
They sat for quite some time, her in his lap, him leaning back against the side of the tub. He flicked a switch on the edge of the Jacuzzi and the water grew still. Gradually the water cooled and the bubbles dissipated. Booth felt the first moment she let a shiver take hold.
"Cold?" he stroked her damp hair gently and felt as she nodded. Kissing her gently, he stood and she dropped to her feet with a slight splash. "I'll find you a towel." She sank down in the already tepid water while he fetched a puffy towel from a rack. Pink, of course, it had decorative hearts embroidered amongst the towelling. They might once have been coloured, but now they were simply washed out patches among the bobbly fluff. Clearly no one had done any interior decorating in this room for many, many years.
Standing, she stepped from the tub with ease and into his waiting arms. He wrapped the towel tight around her and leaned in for a slow kiss. Rubbing her back gently, she couldn't remember feeling so relaxed and carefree for ... well, years probably. She wasn't worrying about the remains en route to the Jeffersonian, or forming theories about the likely cause of death (though of course she'd never vocalise those before a full examination of the evidence or allow them to interfere with her objectivity). Standing in his arms, nothing mattered outside of that moment.
She allowed herself to open herself up and be vulnerable to him, sinking deeper into his embrace.
Time passed (how much, they'd never be sure) and they simply stood, enjoying the feel of one another in the stillness. The silence was ultimately broken by an angry growl from her stomach. Almost unperceivable under normal conditions, it sounded deafeningly loud in the small bathroom. She gave a self-conscious groan, annoyed that her body had betrayed her and broken the moment.
"Hungry, Bones?"
"Yes, but its probably too late for room service. This doesn't strike me as an all-night establishment."
Finally releasing her from his grasp, Booth strode towards the door, back stiff but no longer painful.
"I'm sure I can find something."
Okay people, what kind of food does a cheesy wedding chapel have in it's minibar? Real life experiences get you double chocolate chip cookies :p