Paige was sprawled out in bed, having successfully adjusted to life aboard the Enterprise. In her hands was a copy of The Fault in Our Stars, one of her favorite books, which she'd managed to snatch from a crewman.
A knock came at the door. Without looking up, Paige called, "Come on in."
In walked Bones, with a tired expression on his face, uniform shirt resting in the crook of his elbow. "That a good book?"
The minute she heard his voice, Paige looked up, quickly becoming concerned by the look on his face. "What's wrong?"
Bones ran a hand over his face. "Long day, is all."
Frowning, Paige patted the spot next to her on the bed, marking her place in the book and setting it aside. Bones nodded gratefully and took a seat. Immediately, Paige wrapped both her arms around him, toppling them both onto the bed in some sort of snuggle.
Bones let his eyes drift shut, and started to lightly run his fingers up and down her back. She nuzzled her face into his chest and allowed him to relax. Obviously he needed it.
"For someone who should know when someone's been overworked," Paige chastised, "you really don't give yourself enough downtime."
Bones let out a dry laugh. "Tell me about it."
Letting a soft smile spread across her face, Paige leaned up and brushed her lips against his chin, up his jaw, across his cheek, and finally landed on his lips. He responded in kind, returning the kiss and gently guiding her closer to him. Her fingers carded mindlessly through his hair while his hands wandered a little less innocently.
As soon as she felt his thumbs hook into the waist of her pants she shivered, then rolled over to straddle him, taking complete control of the situation. She would make sure he slowed down and relaxed if it killed her. Which it just might if he continued sliding his hands under her shirt and prying her lips apart with his tongue and creating sensations he knew would break her will completely.
Damn that man.
She shifted her hips against his roughly, and his groan was enough satisfaction for her. She was still in control, whether he liked it or not. Which, apparently, he did.
She started to focus more on the kiss once she decided he has given up. He had successfully broken the kiss to peel her shirt off, but once their lips met again he was putty in her hands, and it was the slightest bit the other way around. She assumed that by distracting him she could keep control out of his reach.
That theory died when she ground their hips again and he flipped them over, gripping her hips and kissing her harder than before. To hell with it.
Paige couldn't help letting a whimper loose, nor could she stop her hands from unbuttoning his pants and giving in to him. It was well worth it.
She'd keep this in mind the next time he needed to relax.
