Laughter
"What are you listening to, Bones?" Booth pulled the headphone away from her ear, surprised to hear the strains of 'Wanna Be Startin' Something' drifting from the earpiece. "Michael Jackson? Really?"
"Booth!" Brennan jerked her head back and snatched the cans out of her husband's hand. "I was listening to that!"
"Decided to expand your musical repertoire, huh?" He looked smug. "I knew you'd enjoy the King of Pop."
Brennan watched Booth stretch his long body out on the sofa across from her, a tiny smile crossing her face. "Of course I enjoy Michael Jackson, Booth. In fact, I remember quite clearly Russ and his friends trying to re-create the dance from that werewolf video he made. It was…quite amusing." She chuckled at the memory, laughing harder at her husband's dropped jaw.
"Temperance Brennan, did you lie to me about not knowing who Michael Jackson is?" Booth was less shocked than intrigued, but he had to call her out on her shenanigans one way or the other.
She had the grace to look embarrassed for a moment before she nodded her head. "I like it when…" She actually blushed, then continued. "I find myself amused by your incredulity when I don't understand a pop culture reference. It makes me laugh."
Sitting up, Booth shook his head. "I have no idea what that means."
Stifling a giggle, Brennan smiled. "It's just, you get so frustrated with me when I ask you to explain something you think I should already know and I, occasionally, find said frustration, well…" She trailed off, a deeper blush setting into her features.
Booth moved from his seat and settled in beside her, pulling her close enough to nuzzle into her neck and then nip at her earring-free lobe. "Well, what, Temperance?"
"I find it arousing" She breathed, turning to capture his mouth with hers. His tongue swiped her lips before plunging forward, twin sighs mingling between them. When Booth pulled back suddenly, she whimpered and followed his body with hers.
Booth pulled her into his arms and fell back into the sofa, letting her entire body lay against his, from feet to chest. He stroked a hand from her bottom to her shoulders and gave her a wry grin. "At least we're even there, Bones. Because, my confession? I think the fact that you don't know, or even care about; most pop culture or common sayings is one of the sexiest things about you."
She kissed a trail along his jaw, pleasure and absolute contentment warming her from the inside out. "Really?"
His eyes slipped closed as she used her lips and tongue on his Adam's apple while her hands slipped lower on his torso. "Oh yeah. Definitely." He fought their passion for a moment and raised his head to look his wife in the eye. "Bones, you're the most honest and least frivolous woman I've ever met and I find that sexy as hell."
Kissing him again, Brennan ignored the sudden burning in her eyes for the one in her heart as she reached for his belt buckle. "Then while Christine is sleeping, let's get this show on the pavement."