A/N: I've had a major bout of writer's block lately, so I decided to indulge myself in some pure fluff. This is a really silly story, just for fun. I hope you like it. Laura

It was almost midnight as Temperance Brennan sat on the sofa in the family room, puffing out a frustrated sigh while she stared at her empty laptop screen. The blinking cursor against the white background of the blank document seemed to be taunting her, reminding her that she had a rapidly approaching deadline to meet for her publisher. She was struggling somewhat to find the exact words she wanted to use to describe the action that was taking place between her characters, and it seemed that Kathy and Andy were just not in the mood to cooperate with their creator. Brennan watched the cursor pulse at her for a few seconds, wracking her brain for the precise words she needed before she typed the next line of the chapter.

Kathy gazed lovingly into Andy's warm chocolate brown eyes before falling into his strong muscular arms…'I don't care about the case right now, Andy. We can worry about the case later. The man will still be dead tomorrow. All I want right now is for you to make love to me…'

Shaking her head in irritation, Brennan reread the sentence with mild disgust before deleting it to try again.

Feeling as though she was melting with desire, Kathy licked her lips as she watched Andy slowly unbutton his crisp white dress shirt. Her heart rate increased as her fingers reached out to gently caress his smooth, well sculpted chest. She wanted to feel his firm muscles against her as he held her close to his body while they made passionate love on top of the desk in his office….

No, no, no! That wasn't what Brennan wanted to say either. Kathy and Andy were supposed to be discussing the clues in their latest case, not indulging in romance. This scene was supposed to be taking place in Andy's office at the Hoover, which most definitely was not an appropriate place for her characters to engage in intercourse, even if they were a couple now. Determined to finish this paragraph before she went to bed for the night, Brennan deleted the previous sentences and typed again.

After closing the blinds on his office windows, Andy swept Kathy up in his arms and kissed her passionately. After Kathy quickly removed her blouse and slacks, he unclasped her bra and threw it aside before drawing her close to his heart. He fondled her breasts and kissed her neck and throat tenderly, running his hands gently all over her body, causing Kathy to tremble with pent up desire. His breathy whisper as he softly growled in her ear almost made her come undone in his arms. "God, I want you so bad, Bones…"

"Bones?" Surprised at her unusual and very startling error, Brennan mused aloud as she re-read the paragraph. "Why on Earth did I type that?" She studied the sentences she had just written, trying to figure out if there was any significance behind that strange mistake. Even though she didn't like psychology, it did seem possible that her brain was trying to tell her something, but what could it be? Why was she having such a hard time putting the words together correctly in this paragraph? Although she knew it was common for writers to have a bit of writer's block from time to time, it had rarely occurred to her. "This shouldn't be so hard to write...I know what I want the characters to say. All I have to do is type it." Mildly irritated, she read the sentences again. "Why can't I get the dialog right in this scene? Maybe I'm just sleepy..."

"Hey, Bones...you gonna stay up all night working on that chapter?" Wearing only his flannel sleep pants, which were riding tantalizingly low on his hips, Booth sauntered through the family room on the way to the refrigerator for a snack. Brennan watched him intently as his muscular form moved with a controlled grace around the kitchen. "What's the matter? Are you stuck on something? Do you need some help?" Holding a glass of milk and a couple of chocolate chip cookies, he flopped down on the couch next to her as she tried to delete her nickname from the sentences she had just written. Booth craned his neck to see the sentences she had typed on her monitor and nodded, flashing an impish smile. "Oh, I see. Kathy and Andy are at it again, huh? Having sex in the office again? I guess it's a good thing that stuff doesn't really go on over at the Hoover, right? Because if it did, we'd never get any crimes solved, would we?"

"I suppose you are correct, Booth. The FBI does need to maintain a certain sense of decorum at the office. Actually Kathy and Andy are supposed to be discussing their present case, but they seem to be having trouble controlling themselves this evening. They are far more interested in coitus instead of solving crimes right now." Brennan sighed as she stared at the computer's monitor. "For some reason, I'm having some difficulty with constructing the dialog in this particular section. I guess I have a small case of writer's block." Glad to have a small break from her work, Brennan glanced over at her husband and couldn't help but appreciate his very pleasing physique. Even when he was slouched next to her on the sofa, the wonderful definition of his abdominal muscles was difficult to ignore. Noticing that he had a few drops of milk on his chest, she reached over and gently rubbed them away with her fingers before turning back to her keyboard.

Quirking his eyebrow at her, Booth gave his wife a cocky grin. "Are you trying to cop a feel of me for story inspiration? I thought you didn't want to write a sex scene right now."

Brennan rolled her eyes at her husband as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Of course I'm not trying to feel you over, Booth. You had spilled milk on your chest, and I was trying to help you by removing it. It appears as if you're getting cookie crumbs on your chest and abdomen as well."

"I think you mean 'feel me up', Bones." Booth chuckled as he glanced down at his chest and lap, brushing his hand across his chest as he tried to remove the remnants of his cookie. "Maybe if I get crumbs on my pants, you can brush them off for me, too. Whatd'ya say? You want me to be neat, right? No cookie crumbs in the bed, you know? You better make sure these pants are nice and clean…" He crumbled a small piece of cookie onto his lap. "There. Now you can rub the cookie crumbs away from my pants here, and I won't mind one bit. In fact, I think I'll actually enjoy it a lot. A clean husband is a happy husband."

Brennan giggled as she pretended to turn back to her laptop to work. "I'm afraid I don't have time to clean your pants right now, Booth. I need to finish this chapter. I have a deadline to meet, remember? Maybe later I can assist you in getting rid of the crumbs."

"Aw, c'mon...a little help here, alright? How am I gonna get up off the couch without getting crumbs all over the place?" Pretending to pout, Booth crossed his arms over his bare chest and stuck out his lip slightly. "I'm beginning to think you love Agent Andy more than you love me."

"I'm sorry you have crumbs on your pants. Perhaps you should've thought of that before you broke the cookie apart over your lap." Typing furiously, Brennan tried not to laugh out loud at Booth's pouty face. "You know I love you more than Andy, Booth. Andy's just a fictional character. You're very, very real…"

"Oh yeah? Then why is he calling Kathy your nickname in the chapter?" Grinning at his wife's embarrassment as she blushed slightly, Booth shrugged and put his arm around her. "I think that's what they call a Freudian slip. You know what that means, right?"

"Yes, I know about them, although I find that all of Freud's theories are quite ridiculous. It means that what I accidentally typed in the chapter was what I was really thinking about...but I wasn't thinking about having sex with Agent Andy, Booth…" She shifted in her seat so that she was sitting closer to her husband. "I think my mind was just wandering a bit. I probably just need to concentrate more closely on my work. Perhaps I would be less distracted if I worked in my home office instead of the family room."

"I know what you were thinking about, Bones..." Booth smiled suggestively as he brushed the crumbs from his pants before taking Brennan's laptop from her and putting it on the coffee table. He put his arms around her, drawing her close and giving her a gentle squeeze. "You were thinking about having sex, and those thoughts were showing up in what you wrote for your chapter. What you wrote in the chapter tonight is just like some of those naughty daydreams you have, right?" He raised his hand to stop her sputtering protests. "It's perfectly normal to think about that, you know? You have a wonderful husband who satisfies you sexually, so you probably end up thinking about sex all the time. It's a good thing for you that I'm here to help you out with this little problem you have. I think we should adjourn to our bedroom, and I'll help you get past this little distraction you're having…and I bet that'll be the end of your writer's block, because you'll be relaxed and satisfied, and then you'll be able to concentrate on other things, like your book."

Slightly annoyed at her husband's cocky attitude, Brennan pulled away from him and grumbled. "So your theory is that if I let you seduce me, and we have intercourse, I'll be able to concentrate better on my writing." She shook her head and snickered. "That's faulty logic even by your standards, Booth…"

"No, it's not...it's science. What is it you're always telling me about? Endotroms...edocrins...you know, those chemicals in our bodies after sex that make us feel so good…" Booth paused to see if Brennan understood what he meant.

"You mean endorphins?" Brennan grimaced slightly as she realized that Booth might actually be correct. "I suppose that if I experience enough orgasms over the next few hours I might experience a large rush of endorphins which could allow me to relax and concentrate better…"

"See? Told ya...and guess what? I'll be glad to help you along with your creative endeavors by helping you achieve some of those orgasms…" Booth wore a smug smile as he gently caressed his wife. "Why don't you call it a night? Tomorrow's Saturday. I'll take the kids to the park in the afternoon and you'll be able to concentrate better…"

"That does sound like an excellent idea. I do write better when I'm relaxed, and I do have a deadline to meet…" Brennan gave Booth a kiss as she took his hand and led him to their bedroom, giving him a playful smirk. "I appreciate your efforts to assist me in my creative endeavors, Booth. I hope it's not too much trouble for you to help me like this…"

"Trust me, Bones...it's no trouble at all. I'm more than glad to help." He returned her kiss as they reached the door of the bedroom. "That's what a good husband does, right? Help his wife?"

She laughed as they tumbled onto their bed together. "And in the process, you'll be helping yourself, too."

He nodded happily as he pulled himself on top of her. "I know...it's the best kind of a win-win situation."

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