Bones Ficlet: You Scratch My Back... (#15 in Into the Fire)

Title: You Scratch My Back...
Pairing: Booth/Brennan
Series: Into the Fire
Series Summary: This is a series of oneshot 300-word ficlets about Booth and Brennan crossing the line over and over again.
Rating: PG-13
Timeline: Set in the future.
Spoilers: None
Prompt: #17 (Scratch)
Prompt Table: Sex
Written for: drabble123
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.

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You Scratch My Back...

“You have a scratch on your back.” Her voice seemed to come from far away. He always suspected she had good hands, what with all the detailed work she did, fitting together even the tiniest bits of bone; as he recently discovered, he was right. Not only did his gorgeous girlfriend help give victims back their identity, she gave a mean backrub.

Booth lay sprawled on his stomach in his bed, with Brennan straddling his hips. “Mmph,” he replied into his pillow.

“I said”--Brennan stopped kneading his shoulders and dug her fingers into his armpit--“there is a scratch on your back.”

“Hey, quit it,” he said, turning his head and almost laughing at the ticklish sensation. “I heard you the first time.” Wriggling a little to get comfortable again, he said, “Yeah, there’s a scratch on my back – and you put it there.”

“I did not,” she protested.

“Well, I sure as hell didn’t do it, and as far as I know, I’m not sleeping with anyone else.”

“As far as you know?”

Booth grinned. Despite how their relationship had changed, some things hadn’t: he still knew exactly which buttons to push. “Jealous, Bones?” He pushed up onto his hands and knees, dislodging Brennan and sending her tumbling onto her back.

Her cheeks colored with a hint of pink. “Hardly. I was merely questioning the logic of your statement. If you were involved with someone else, however casually—”

“Don’t worry,” he said, leaning in until his mouth grazed her ear, “you’re the only woman I want scratching my back.” He felt her shiver.

A slim eyebrow arched. “And I suppose you expect me to be grateful for that.”

He winked. “I’ll settle for a kiss.”

“One kiss?”

“For starters,” he said, sliding his hand under her t-shirt.

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