Little Things
AN: I officially can't sleep. I give you this drabble which is ridiculously fluffy since I am a tired hopeless romantic.
Bones was having trouble sleeping. She could go and check her emails but Booth latched onto her like an attention hugging puppy. He had to be a cuddle bug. A pillow hugger. Or in this case a forensic anthropologist hugger. He was too protective and good hearted not to be. He had been intensely insecure at the start. He was a little possessive and didn't stand all the gossip at their erasing at that pathetic "just partners" line. She had been so irritated but he would kiss her chastely or grin crookedly and she couldn't remember why she was mad at him. Her apartment was the same aside from copious amounts of hockey paraphernalia as well as meat in her previously vegan and virgin fridge. There were obnoxiously colored ties and socks she didn't recognize in the laundry. An electric shaver next to her hair straightener. They still bickered like crazy only with more domestic themes such as the typical "why do you always put that there?" and "so you forgot to buy some." And the infamous "God Dammit Booth that is my toothbrush!" He had to say that since they made out all the time it didn't matter. She talked about personal space. He was forcedly celibate for two weeks. She chuckled fondly at the memory. She was constantly surprised at how little had changed. They still ate most meals together, although he occasionally took her somewhere more upscale than the diner. It was little things that changed. His stuff in her apartment for one. There was a familiar weight on her bed that was still new in a way. There was kissing and fighting to be first to get the shower. It was these new things that were novel and comfortable. She began to grow tired. She had heard that you fall back asleep if you relax and don't get up. She would be checking email right now if not for Cuddles here. She sifted closer and his arms instinctually curled tighter even in sleep. He was sleep warmed dead weight. She let herself breathe in his smell. She drifted off thinking that it was another little thing about him that made her feel content.
AN: Ridiculous amount of fluff. I feel like a hypocrite writing her staying to fall back asleep while I type fanfic! I wish I had A cuddles. Well there's the cat but she has claws and drools. Reviewers get choice of either s,mores or a pet birdie1