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When Brennan woke up the next morning, she rolled off of her back, and much to her confusion, fell onto the floor. She cracked open an eyelid to find that she was staring at the coffee table in the lounge room.
"Bones are you ok?" Booth asked as he came rushing in, clad only in a pair of boxers with shaving cream on his face and a razor in his hand.
"Yes, I'm fine" she answered, pushing herself up onto her elbow.
"Here I'll give you a hand" he said, putting the razor down onto the couch and slipping his arms underneath hers. He hauled her up from the floor and turned her around. "Are you sure you didn't hurt your head?"
"Yes I'm sure" Brennan replied "in fact, I did not hurt myself at all."
"Are you positive? You've got no double vision?"
"No Booth, I don't have double vision" she assured him, squinting at his jaw "although you seem to be hurt."
Booth brought his hand up to his chin, and pulled it away too see some blood on his fingertips. "I must've cut myself."
"Here" Brennan picked the razor up from the couch and grabbed his hand "I don't want you to cut yourself again." She dragged him into the en suite and hoisted herself up onto the sink bench. "Come on" she said, spreading her legs for him to step in between.
"Ugh, I don't think that's such a good idea" Booth said, even though he took a step forward.
"Oh come on Booth" she groaned, dipping the razor into the sink full of water "don't you trust me?"
"Of course I trust you, but I can shave myself."
"Yes, and that is exactly why you cut yourself" Brennan said sarcastically, having improved on her ability to come up with something appropriate. She grabbed him by his hands and pulled him so he was standing in between her legs. After little thought, Booth placed his hands on her hips to keep himself from falling over at the sudden movement.
"Tilt your head back" Brennan instructed, holding the razor up menacingly. Booth complied and gripped her hips as she ran the razor up his neck, to his chin.
"I was thinking that maybe we could keep the necklaces with our thumbprints on them" Brennan said, turning his head and pulling his skin tight on his jaw.
"Yeah, that's a good idea" Booth answered, only to be scolded by her.
"Don't move" she said "I could cut you."
"Ouch Bones! Geez" Booth pushed her hand away and brought one of his hands to his jaw.
"I'm so sorry Booth" Brennan apologized "but I did tell you not to move. Are you ok?"
"Gotcha" he pulled his hand away and grinned "just messing with you Bones."
"Booth you are in no place to make fun" Brennan said "I am the one with a razor and-" she paused and linked her feet together around his waist "you can't get out."
"First you've blackmailed me" Booth pointed out "and now you're holding me captive. I could arrest you."
"But you won't" Brennan concluded using a face-washer to wipe away the odd bits of shaving cream dotted around his face. "Done" she slapped him softly on the cheek "nice and silky smooth."
"Thankyou Bones" he said, running his hand along his jaw "you didn't miss a single spot"
"I know" she commented smugly "I haven't even done it before either."
"Wait…so I trusted you with a razor, and my face…when you've never done it before?" Booth asked in mock horror.
"I am a very trustworthy person."
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Brennan pulled a jumper over her head and fastened her jeans.
"Booth" she called from the bedroom to Booth in the ensuite "you almost ready to go?"
"Yeah, just hang on" he replied, his voice muffled. "Come check this out."
Curious, Brennan opened the door separating the ensuite from the bedroom and peered inside. Booth was standing inside the shower, fully clothed, inspecting the shower head.
"What is it?" Brennan asked, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning on the door frame.
"Come in here" Booth said, beckoning her into the shower.
"Why?" She questioned, although she followed his instructions and stepped into the shower.
He wrapped an arm around her waist, and dipped his head to whisper in her ear "there's a voice transmitter in here" he said "somebody has bugged us."
**Gasp** they've been bugged! Lol…I said I would get them in a shower together…don't worry…something else will happen in the shower in the next chapter.
In case you didn't catch my drift from my first AN…I'm going to the Rally for Relief! Wooo! It'll be like Hit for Haiti! Ok…I need to calm down….**deep breaths** I'm ok. I'm ok.