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.
Prompt: #2 (Breathe)
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.
Feedback: is always appreciated. If criticizing, please be constructive.
Acknowledgments: Thank you to everyone who shared their opinions with me about the previous ficlets and/or the question of whether or not I should continue these as-is. I enjoyed reading your thoughts, and they were helpful. It really is amazing how differently we all come at the same thing. :)
After spending most of the rainy evening retrieving bone fragments from a ditch, neither of them were in a good mood. "I just want a hot shower and my bed," Brennan said as they trudged across asphalt by the cool light of the moon. The sharp edge to her voice convinced Booth of her seriousness, but after slanting a glance at her profile, he decided to take his chances.
"Come back to my place. My shower's just as good. So's my bed." He paused, pulling out his best smile. "As a bonus, you get me," he said, easing his arm around her waist.
"Booth..." Somehow she managed to fill the word with a world of weariness.
They stopped next to Brennan's car. The wrinkle between her eyebrows telegraphed her inner struggle. "All right," she finally said.
Without speaking, she moved to lean against his side for a heartbeat.
"You're wasting water," she said as he turned on the shower with the intention of letting it run till the water got nice and hot.
"I don't care." Turning, he slipped his hands underneath the hem of her shirt and stroked his thumbs over the soft skin of her stomach, toward her hips, and back again. A shiver ran through her and into him. He watched her eyes slide shut. Smiling, Booth inched the shirt up and over her head and arms, then let it fall to the floor.
Her breasts pressed against his chest as he drew her toward him. With a sigh, he bent his head to her shoulder and dropped a kiss there. He inhaled; she smelled like damp earth, green and mossy.
Wordlessly, she shifted closer.
"Poor Bones." He pitched his voice low. "Tired?"
"Then let's get you cleaned up and into bed."
Author Note: So I know these aren't everyone's cup of tea, and that's perfectly fine. Frankly, I'm not sure they're MY cup of tea, but the jury's still out on that. That said, I wanted to write this, so I did.