This one is dedicated to pal Sleeplessinatlanta, who has gotten ME as addicted to Brennan being obsessed about Booth's ties as SHE is! (Did that make sense?)
Anyways...our favorite crime fighting pair can be classy as hell, can't they?
-b&b-
He sat back in his chair, the Italian leather wingback she'd bought him on their first anniversary.
"It's too classy", he'd argued, but she'd smiled at him in that way she does when she knows something he doesn't.
"You're classy," was her reply, and from his position now, in their bedroom, he had to admit that he felt the part.
He was already in his tux, ready to go except his tie, which he always saved for her.
"That's my job," she'd told him once. "And besides, it's ours."
"Ours?" he'd asked, a questioning smile curving up one side of his firm lips. "Like what, a thing?"
"Yes," she'd answered matter of factly, reaching up instantly to straighten the tie he'd been wearing at the time. "Just between us."
"Since when," he'd blinked, but also couldn't help smiling wider.
Her eyes met his in slight challenge, daring him to refute her in this personal area of expertise. "Since that night at the pool hall."
His lips were fully curved in a sensual smile now, and he'd pulled her closer, kissing her again and again.
The thought lingered in his mind as he relaxed, watching her.
From his chair in their bedroom, he had a perfect view of her vanity, and he watched as she began to put on her jewelry for the night. Her dress was on, but unzipped. She always left that for last…for him to complete.
He enjoyed watching her dress, knowing that in a few short hours, he would be the one who got to undo all the work, unwrapping a gift for his pleasure.
She wrapped a necklace around her neck, fastened it and then placed earrings in her ears, the gold and diamonds reaching almost to her chin. From her seat, she picked up a glass bottle of perfume, pressing the glass wand from within to her neck and wrists. His nostrils flared in an attempt to breathe her in, and his eyes narrowed at the impossibility.
Their eyes met in the mirror in front of her, and she gave a tiny smile, telling him she'd known he'd been watching the entire time.
Fine by him. The center of his palms warmed in anticipation of being able to touch her.
He'll start by removing the sexy shoes she was putting on now. Then he'll run his hands to her knees, rub his thumbs there until she began rubbing her feet against their mattress, her nonverbal sign for more. Then he'll trace along her upper thighs, teasing her under her dress to the lace covered underside of her rear end.
Then and only then will he kiss her lips, smiling against her as her fingernails tighten on his shoulders. She'll grow impatient and pull his jacket from his shoulders.
And while his thumbs trace against her hips, his lips and tongue against hers, her hands will run over the front of him, pulling his shirt from his pants and unbuttoning from top to bottom, like she always did. She'll growl when the reality of his hands beneath her dress means she can't remove his shirt, and he'll laugh at her impatience then, pulling back just enough to remove his shirt and pants, but also to ensure that her dress comes off as well. While he's at it, he'll remove the excuse of a bra she's wearing and then use his teeth to slowly inch her lace underwear down her legs.
By the time he's licking at her ankles, her fingers will be grasping the sheets, his name escaping her lip
But he'll leave the jewelry on. He likes taking her like that, with nothing on her but her finest jewelry and the sweat of anticipation.
And him, of course.
He stood up and walked to stand behind her.
She stood as well, watching their reflection as he placed his sure fingers at the base of her spine, lifting her zipper until it was closed.
Their eyes met and she smiled before turning and holding out her hand. He smiled back and placed his bowtie in her open palm. "You look gorgeous tonight, Bones."
She leaned forward and kissed his lips as she began to work the black fabric around his neck. "You too, Booth."
-b&b-