Thanks to those who read and reviewed my last fic. Consider this a 'climbing back in the comfortable fluff box' piece. No spoilers, but Booth and Brennan are in an established relationship. Enjoy!


I was aware of his presence long before he said anything. I continued my morning hygiene rituals agonizingly slow, knowing that it was making him crazy. Yeah, I know I'm sadistic. He enjoys it. I pulled my toothbrush from the holder and squeezed toothpaste onto the bristles, then slowly inched the toothbrush into my mouth.

"I know you know I'm here, Bones," he said huskily as he pushed himself away from the doorjamb and came into the bathroom.

Damn it.

Our eyes locked in the mirror and he smirked.

Fine--he could read me, but I'd learned how to play with him. What was the phrase he'd used? Oh, right--game on.

I continued brushing my teeth at a normal speed and watched his eyes refocus on my lips and toothbrush. My pace quickened and his eyes widened. Suddenly, he reached forward and grasped my brushing hand, ceasing my movements.

"Now you're just being mean," he murmured as he stepped closer, pressing his arousal into my side.

Aha--an active player in my game.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I was merely finishing up in here so you could get ready," I said around my toothbrush. "I need to spit."

He released my hand, and I leaned over and spit into the sink. Even though he groaned, he obviously enjoyed the friction caused by my movement.

I rinsed out my mouth and put the toothbrush back in the holder, our bodies in constant contact.

I straightened up, but before I could move any further, he stepped behind me and slid an arm across my stomach, pinning me between the sink and his solid body. Our eyes met in the mirror once again, and I suppressed the urge to moan.

It was my game. I was in control.

We continued to gaze at each other--even as he kissed his way across my shoulder and buried his face in my hair.

"You smell good," he sighed, his hot breath tickling my ear.

"It's the same way I always smell."

"Mmm, I know," he said, taking another deep breath. "Except after decomps."

His abrupt change of subject caught me off guard, and he quickly turned me in his arms so that we faced each other. He grinned at my surprise and leaned forward to kiss me.

I turned my cheek to him at the last moment and smirked as he pouted. "I've already brushed my teeth. Don't you remember?" My grin widened as his body told me that he certainly had not forgotten.

"Just a quick kiss, Bones," he pleaded.

"Brush your teeth, then we'll talk."

"I want my lips and tongue--among other things--engaged, but not with talking." He added another pout for good measure as his thumbs traced lazy circles across the sensitive skin of my sides. The pout turned into a grin as his hands inched toward my breasts.

My body responded to his touch, and a moan escaped my lips as my eyes slipped shut.

My game.

I took a deep breath and put my hands on his bare chest. "We can't, Booth. We'll be late," I sighed, gently pushing him away and sliding out of his grasp.

"Yeah, but it's better to be late than to be frustrated all day," he said crankily as he shed his boxers and stepped into the shower.

"I'm sure you can manage," I teased.

"You're so gonna pay for that later, Bones."

"I hope so."

"Jeez, Bones! You used all the hot water!" he yelped as the cold water blasted his heated skin.

"Sorry," I called. "You can go first tomorrow."

He pulled back the shower curtain and grinned at me. "That's okay. Ladies always come first."

I grinned back, knowing he wasn't just referring to the shower.


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