The kids were in bed. It was just the two of them, snuggled together on the sofa, enjoying each other's company.
"Hmmmm. You smell good, Bones. What is that scent? I can't place it…."
"I'm not wearing any perfume tonight. Is it the seasoning I used on the vegetables?"
"No, you don't smell like vegetable seasoning! What I'm smelling is sweet and flowery. It reminds me of that bed and breakfast in Cape Hatteras with those flowering vines outside the window..."
"I think what you're smelling is the dish soap. I accidently bought floral scented soap instead of unscented." She smiled slyly. "Scents are known to trigger memories. What do you remember about Cape Hatteras?"
He grinned and pulled her closer. "I remember we spent a lot of time in bed and not much time at breakfast. Did we even make it out to see the beach?"
She nestled next to him. "You know, scent is also important for humans in choosing mates. When women ovulate they're more sensitive to certain male pheromones. It could be that I've chosen you as our children's father simply because of your scent…."
Booth was a little disgusted. "You picked me just because of my body odor?"
"No!" Brennan laughed. "I picked you for a lot of reasons. However, it may be that your scent is extremely attractive to me when I'm ovulating so I'm more susceptible than normal to your many charms."
He wasn't convinced. "So those faromines….do they work the other way? Because….I'm not kidding…", as he caressed her and nibbled her ear, "that floral scent is making me really hot…"
"Pheromones." Brennan giggled. "But I think it's the soap scent triggering your memories of sex at Cape Hatteras instead of pheromones…"
"Hmm…I see…." He kissed her passionately. "How about we make some new memories…."