AN: Okay guys, the third and final chapter was supposed to be Booth and Brennan announcing their engagement to the parents, but due to the overwhelming want y'all have for smut, I've decided to keep their seven o'clock appointment. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it.
Booth sat on his couch and loosened his neck tie. He was attempting to wrap his mind around the days events which was proving to be quite difficult. Okay Seeley, you can do this. You can think this whole thing through. He ran a hand through his hair and reached into his pocket to finger the ring inside. Okay, so we were on our way back from a counseling session and we were talking... no she was talking. And then she said that we were engaged... He shook his head and looked at the clock. Six fifty. He was expecting his partner in ten minutes because she said they were engaged and needed to have sex. There was something definitely wrong with the entire scenario. Was it some giant joke set up by Brennan and Angela? The artist did seem suspiciously calm about the news...
At the knock on his front door Booth blew out a breath. Well, it was now or never to find out what was going on. He strode to the door and pulled it open intending to cut off Brennan and whatever argument she had this time. She however just strode past him into the living room and looked at him, waiting for him to close the door. He had to chuckle at that.
"You're early," he said, rather disarmed by her odd behavior. As he swung the door closed, she dropped the trench to the ground. Booth's jaw dropped. There stood his partner in a blue and black lace corset, matching panties, a garter belt, thigh highs and black stiletto heels.
"Is that a problem?" Do bomp bomp chicka chicka.
"Not at all Bones, not at all." Well, this could prove to be interesting. He smirked as he looked her over. "Seems like someone came prepared."
"Well, we did set up an appointment."
"No, you did." Booth began to circle her, eying her up and down, enjoying the way the lace corset clung to her frame. "You talked your way into an engagement and sex, but are you really sure you know what you're doing?" He stepped up behind her, but before he could touch her, she stepped just off to the side. Was she looking slightly unsure of herself?
"If you don't think you're up for this..."
"Oh, I'm up for it, I just don't think you've thought it through all the way." He stepped toward her again, but she stepped away from him again. Well, where should he take this? A list of fantasies scrolled through his head as he took another step forward. She again evaded his touch. "You're not scared of me, are you?"
"Of course not. Why would I be scared of you?" Booth let his eyes wander over the room for a moment...where to take this? The table? That fantasy was a personal favorite, but no, it just wasn't right for the moment. Should he go with the standard and take her to his room? No, not when she's wearing 'fuck me' heels. That really left one main fantasy. His smirk widened as he stepped toward her again. This time he made sure to guide her toward the wall.
"You were confident when the ball was in your court, but now, you don't seem quite so...sure of yourself. Why is that Bones?"
"I'm quite sure of myself Booth, you should know that. I just think this might be more fun if I were to play hard to get."
"Well, you've backed yourself into a corner with that one babe." At that, Temperance felt her back hit the wall. She gulped at the predatory gleam in his eyes.
"Don't call me babe." Booth took one more step forward, his chest touching hers and made no move to further the contact. He could see her intake of breath as they caught each other's eyes and held the gaze.
"I'll call my fiance what I want, honey-bear."
"Okay, don't you ever call me that again." Booth placed his hands on either side of her head against the wall and leaned in until their lips were a breath apart.
"You know Bones, I don't think I was quite realizing what an absolutely wonderful idea this marriage thing is going to be." He brushed his lips across hers as he picked her up, wrapping her long legs around his waist. Brennan attempted to deepen the kiss, making a noise of disappointment when he pulled away from her.
"Oh, and why is that?" Booth carried her into the kitchen and set her down on the counter, pulling himself from the vice grip her legs held on him. He moved to the freezer and pulled out an ice cube. With a smirk, he ran the ice across her chest, eliciting a gasp from the anthropologist. He let his lips follow the trail of the ice, the tip of his tongue warming her skin after the initial shock of cold.
"Just think of all the lunches you can pack for me to take to work. I just know that you'll want to make sure I'm comfortable after all."
"What?" Brennan tried to wrap her mind around the words, but at the moment, the sensations were a bit overwhelming. Booth passed the ice cubes along the edge of the corset, raising a small trail of goosebumps on her skin and bringing her nipples to a tight point even though he'd yet to touch them.
"And don't forget the holidays we'll share with family when they come to visit... We'll have to do the cooking, and cleaning, and making sure all of our guests are comfortable." Booth returned his lips to hers, sucking lightly on her bottom lip. Brennan growled low in the back of her throat as he nipped hard then soothed over with his tongue. He picked her up again, their mouths fused as he wound his way to the guest bedroom. As they stumbled into the room, Brennan's back hit the wall and she let in a sharp breath.
"Careful," she murmured. Booth let his hands slide down onto her ass and he squeezed. Her hips jumped and pressed firmly into his. She could feel him against her and ground into him. He groaned before they dropped onto the bed.
"We'll have to make up this room a little better. My parents are coming to visit. I think you'll find my mother interesting. She has very definite views on a wife's role in the home." His hands slid down onto her thighs as he unclipped the stockings and rolled them down off of her legs.
"What? What views?" She really couldn't think when he was nipping at the back of her knee that way.
"Oh, you know, how a wife needs to ensure her husband's comfort, make sure the kids are clean and quiet when the husband gets home..." He slid his index finger along the edge of her panties, dipping it just under the waistband.
"What?" As much as she wanted to protest what he was saying, her thoughts were muddled by the sensations coursing through her as he flicked his fingers over her clit. Lordy the man was good at what he did.
"And speaking of kids, don't forget about the large family we're going to have. You'll get to take off all that time to take care of them." He slid her panties from her body and moved her legs to either side of him as he nestled between her thighs. "We'll have PTA meetings to go to, and baseball games, maybe some dance classes... you'll be an honest to goodness soccer mom, Bones." The indignant words that were rising in her throat turned into a loud keening sound as he licked long and slow, dipping his tongue into her before circling her clit with it. Her hips rose off of the bed, meeting his mouth as he continued to work magic on her body.
"What?" Did he say something about being a soccer mom? She started to open her eyes, which had closed at some point, but Booth's mouth on her was driving her ability to think out the window.
"And don't forget, we have to make all those little adjustments," he said as he dipped his fingers into her, pumping them inside her as he rubber her clit with the pad of his thumb. "I'm sure we'll have fights over the fact that I leave the toilet seat up, and because I squeeze the toothpaste tube from the middle, but we'll adjust. It's all part of the fun of marriage."
"Booth..." She couldn't continue as the tightly coiled sensations burst, sending her into waves of pleasure. As she came down, panting, Booth looked up at her and grinned.
"You know, I really do think this marriage thing is going to work out after all."
"Do you um..." She looked up at him with glassy eyes. Was he really still fully dressed? Yes, he was.
"Do you think we can forget the marriage thing and maybe be in it for the sex?" Booth laughed and settled down next to her.