This 'story' is to deal with my Muse when it misbehaves... I apologize for it's lack of 'substance'... but you know... I did promise a Naked Booth story...
Naked Booth stretched in his bed.
Naked Booth was cold.
Naked Booth reached for his blanket and realized it had been taken by a woman.
Naked Booth was okay with that.
Naked Booth rolled out of bed.
Naked Booth raised his hands up above his head.
Naked Booth stretched and stretched.
Naked Booth looked down at his bed.
Naked Booth saw the woman smiling in her sleep.
Naked Booth was glad he was the one to put it there.
Naked Booth walked into the hall.
Naked Booth didn't care that he was Naked.
(Neither do I)
Naked Booth stepped into the kitchen.
Naked Booth brewed some coffee.
Naked Booth spilled a little cream on his chest when he was putting it in the cup.
(Let me take care of that for you, Naked Booth)
Naked Booth poured his coffee, and coffee for his friend.
Naked Booth brought said coffee down the hallway, still Naked… was Naked Booth. So, so… so very Naked.
(Not that I mind)
Naked Booth woke up the woman in his bed, tugging on the blankets.
"You brought me coffee, Naked Booth," The woman whispered.
"That's right Bones… I am Naked."
(we all know they don't talk like this… but oh the laughter I hear…)
"I am Naked with you."
"That's the way it should always be, Naked Booth."
"Let's do Naked things."
"Why not, we're already Naked… don't spill t he coffee though, that would burn our Naked bodies."
"Sure would."
(He would know, he's always Naked)
Naked Booth put down the coffee. Naked Booth climbed into the bed… and Naked Booth did Naked things with Naked Bones.
(THE END… or is it?)