94. Slick
He fell back against the front door panting heavily, clothes sticking to his frame and forehead slick with sweat.
She watched him from where she stood in the kitchen, eyes slightly glassed as she retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge, handing it to him where he now sat collapsed in his stadium seats.
"Thanks, Bones."
The smile he gave her was genuine, making her grin as she sat down beside him.
"How was your run?"
"Probably wasn't a good idea when it feels like the hottest day of the year. Where are the kids?"
"Angela called, she and Jack are having a barbecue tonight and Christine couldn't wait to go over there so Jack came and got them."
"The boys too?"
"Parker claimed he was melting and needed a pool. Henry wasn't too happy about being left alone with Mommy and Daddy, so, we have the house to ourselves, and, several hours to kill—"
"Bones— let me shower first, I'm all sweaty."
"You're only going to sweat more—"
"No, come on Bones, I don't wanna be all sweaty and gross when I make love to you."
"Who said anything about making love—?"
"Bones—"
"We have the house to ourselves, Booth, not a child in sight, I'm expecting you to make me scream—"
"Okay, enough—"
He stood up, immediately drawing her up too as he pressed his lips to hers furiously, guiding her back towards their bedroom.
"You know, Bones—"
The words came mumbled against her neck as he stripped her of her clothing, his soon following before he reached around her body to turn on the shower, guiding her inside the stall.
"Buying this house — all isolated out here in the woods — was the best thing you ever did—"
"Except — ohhhhh — marrying you — Boothhhhh—"
He indeed managed to make her scream, several times over, and she dutifully returned the favour, unknowingly setting themselves up for an evening of teasing when they both arrived at the Hodgins house later that day with slightly uneasy, hoarse voices.