These days, I seem to be content writing little snapshots of our favorite couple. Not sure I can do anything more. But some is better than none, hopefully. No spoilers; BB are together, of course.

Fragrant and evocative, the aroma of maple syrup filled the air; not from pancakes, but from coffee too long on the burner. From its drunken position on the floor, the dented alarm clock ticked out of time, broken arms jumping but never moving. Tangy sea air invaded the small room, settling on skin and wood and fabric equally. Palm fronds gently slapped the exterior walls, satisfying and soporific; an unending, arrhythmic opiate.

Crisp cotton cocooned their bodies, the sharp folds and twists completely enveloping them in a textile prison. The sun streamed in the beveled windows, setting the peach-hued sheets afire and making his slumberous eyes appear almost black in the warm, diffuse light that beamed off the thin cloth.

Brennan shifted lazily, her stomach dipping as Booth's fingers walked down her skin. "Stop it."

"Stop what?"

She narrowed her eyes. "You're trying to tickle me."

"No, I'm not."

"Well then, what are you doing?" She idly stroked her fingers through his short hair, pleased when he tilted his head into her caress.

Dark eyes lifted, pinned her. "I'm conducting a thorough examination. You always say we have to be very thorough..." From his position halfway down her body, he dropped a kiss on her abdomen, his gaze never leaving her. "I mean, if I wasn't thorough, who knows what might happen? I could miss a crucial clue, and that," he rasped, nuzzling her soft skin, "would be very bad."

The weight of him on her was pleasing in a way it shouldn't have been, yet was. His powerful arms were braced on either side of her; elbows snug against her hips, sinking deep into the mattress. His wandering fingers traced indolent circles along her ribs and she hummed in response, lips curving softly. "And what do you hope to find, Agent Booth?"

"I'm not sure, Doctor Brennan. The real story of you. Who you are, what you're made of."

Her smile deepened; her eyes softened. "You already know all of that."

"Well, I want to know more, then. I intend to know every inch of you."

"Far be it for me to stand in the way of scientific inquiry." Enjoying the feel of his broad chest resting between her legs, she ran her toes along the outside of his calves.

"You know…" Casually he nipped at her hip, pleased when she jerked in response. "I've been searching, but I have to say I don't see anything at all wrong with your iliac crest. What did you say was wrong with it?"

"Asymmetrical development."

"Ah, yeah. That's right." For good measure, he closed his teeth over that shapely prominence again, and was rewarded when she purred and undulated lazily. "I think I'm going to have to keep researching this."

Long moments passed in silence, the sound of their bodies moving together muted by the sounds from the outside world. Finally he spoke again, his voice a whisper, alive with need and love. "Can we stay here forever?"

"No." She drew him closer, one slender hand stroking his strong back comfortingly as he settled his head on her shoulder. "But we can stay for now."

He lifted his head again, forehead touching hers.

Silence once again took the room as they basked in the glow of their love, and the glow of the sun.

I hope you enjoyed this. Thanks so much for taking the time to read.