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Ficlet: Sex, Socks (#2)

Title: Sex, Socks (#2)
Pairing:  Booth/Brennan
Series:  Into the Fire
Prompt Table: Sex
Written for: drabble123
Prompt:  #13 (Obey)
Rating:  T or M (I'm not exactly sure where the line is.)
Word Count:  300
Spoilers:  None
Series Summary:  This is a series of oneshot 300-word ficlets about Booth and Brennan crossing the line over and over again.
Feedback: is always appreciated. If criticizing, please be constructive.
Disclaimer:  Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me.  This story is purely meant to entertain.  No copyright infringement is intended.
A/N:   I'm going to have to do another one for this prompt because I had something slightly edgier in mind. But this is what came out instead. I think this piece can stand alone, but you can also read it as a continuation of the previous ficlet. The choice is yours. :)

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Click for the other ficlets in this series.

Afterward, Brennan lay sated and drowsy in Booth's bed, her head pillowed on one hand. With half-open eyes she watched as he returned from the bathroom.

A smile flickered across his face as he bent over her. "Hey, Sleepy. Why don't you stay?"

"Mm, no." The words came out slurred. "Stop that." She batted his hand away when he tickled her nose with the ends of her hair. "I have reading to do."

He snorted. "Sure. Like that's happening tonight."

Despite her wanting to leave right then, if only for the pleasure of proving Booth wrong, her limbs wouldn't obey her brain's dictates. "Fine. I'll stay." With herculean effort, she raised the index finger of her free hand. "But only because I can't move."

Booth's mouth curled in a grin that communicated entirely too much self-satisfaction. "Because I made you come twice."

"That's nothing extraordinary. Female physiology allows for multiple orgasms in one session."

"Yeah, but you didn't just spontaneously have them. Admit it: I made you come -- twice."

Taking in his gleeful expression, she relented. "That you did."

The light in his eyes made the admission worthwhile.

"Yup. Now scoot over."


"You're on my side of the bed."

"But the other side is too warm now."

"Tough shit. My bed, my rules." He nudged her shoulder; she reluctantly rolled over.

"Maybe I'll just go home."

"Shut up." He laid down, curving his body around hers. "Here" -- he dangled a pair of socks imprinted with skeletons over her face -- "put 'em on."

"But why?"

"Because your feet are like ice cubes."

Grinning, Brennan pressed one foot against Booth's shin.

He flinched. "Hey! Put on the damn socks, woman."

"Remind me why I tolerate you."

He palmed her breast. "That help?"

She smiled. "Only a little bit."

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