This is another smut-tweet that was written as a birthday gift. Good times! It's established B&B relationship birthday smut.
Can't you just imagine that when Booth is with someone he loves that he's sweet and wild in bed? I can. I can. :)
-b&b-
Brennan opened her bedroom door and then paused, a look of disbelief crossing her features.
"Happy Birthday, Bones," her lover murmured from his position on their bed.
She could tell he was naked; it was hard not to tell. The only thing beside him was a large plate. On the plate were several perfect circles of different flavored frostings and from each one stood a lit candle.
"Come on over here and blow it out," he smirked as he rested up on one elbow.
Brennan shook her head and set her bag down on the floor as she walked toward the bed.
"You forgot the cake," she challenged, one hand on her hip.
Booth clicked his tongue against his teeth. "I'm looking at something that will taste just as good."
Brennan laughed, pulling her hair back and blowing out the candles. "I suppose next you're going to say you're going to eat me up."
Booth's grin was so rakish and naughty that Brennan actually blushed. Booth smiled wider and relaxed back onto the pillow, both his hands resting under his head. Feeling flustered, Brennan turned to walk away, but Booth lunged forward, grabbing her hips and pulling her down to the bed.
She laughed then and tried to squirm away, but he laid one strong thigh over hers.
"Booth," she complained, but there was no power behind it, even when she pressed her hands to his firm chest. "I need to get out of my work clothes."
"That's no trouble, baby," he murmured, already unbuttoning her white blouse. "I'll help you."
Brennan gave up the fight and succumbed to his soft but sure fingers.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of the plush mattress under her back, the contrast to Booth's hard body on top of hers. But her eyelids jerked open when she felt his fingertip slip over the skin of her belly, followed by the raspy feel of his tongue.
"Mmmm…" he grinned, sliding another flavor against her belly button. "Strawberry cream."
Brennan sighed and relaxed into the pillow, her fingers resting lightly against the back of his Booth's head.
With the plate by her side, he swirled his index finger in some dark chocolate, pressing it against her lips before following with a kiss.
Now as naked as he was, her skin felt deliciously sticky in spots where he'd traced the frosting with his lips.
"You're sweet," his words were muffled by her soft skin as he kissed and licked his way over her body.
Brennan's arched eyebrows and scraping fingernails on his back disagreed. "Sweet?" she asked, slightly unamused.
He swirled his finger over her chest and the sucked, pulling a groan from Brennan's lips.
"Definitely sweet," Booth insisted.
Brennan ran her hands up and down Booth's sides. "This feels kind of one sided."
His lips stilled over her belly, his hands near her thighs. "It is your birthday, after all."
Brennan grinned and then flipped them so she was on top of him. She set the frosting plate near Booth's side and stared at the samples. When she made her choice, "Cream cheese frosting," she smiled, and he laughed.
"Philly, baby."
Brennan laughed too and swirled a finger into the frosting and licked it. "I think I know what I want for my birthday."
Booth's eyebrows arched and he made a halfhearted attempt to push him away. But she just laughed again and kissed his lips before kissing down his body, keeping the frosting close at hand. "Happy Birthday to me," she murmured against him, and he barked out a laugh before his entire body tensed.
-b&b-