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A/N: This has nothing to do with the holidays, but hopefully a good fit for this lazy Christmas day!:) Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Raining on Sunday—Keith Urban

"Are you sure?" Booth listened and nodded. "Alright, baby girl, I'll tell her. Have fun."

He hung up and tossed the phone on the nightstand before turning to Brennan, who was waiting with just the slightest anxiety. "Well?"

"Well, I think we can safely assume that the first sleep-over is a success," Booth reported with a chuckle. "She says they're going to make pancakes for breakfast and then there are tea parties and movies on the schedule. We're not to pick her up until after dinner."

"After?" Brennan frowned. "Why so late?"

"Because that's when all the girls are getting picked up and it would be super unfair if she had to go home before anyone else."

"Is that a direct quote?"

"Pretty much." Booth chuckled again and reached for her, tugging her close. "She's okay, Bones." He stroked his hand in a soothing caress over her back. "Our little girl is growing up."

"Too fast," Brennan mumbled, burying her face against chest. "I don't think I'm adequately prepared."

She sounded so serious, he didn't dare laugh. Instead, he murmured soothing words and peppered small kisses over her pouting lips. "Let's look on the bright side, okay?" Booth suggested softly. "We get the entire day to ourselves. Nothing to do all day, Bones."

"Well, actually, I have to edit my—"

"No, no," he interrupted quickly. "It's a rainy, gloomy Sunday. We're not doing any work today. We're gonna spend it right here until dinner."

Brennan arched a disbelieving eyebrow. "Right here?"

He gave a wide grin. "Oh yeah."

-x-

"Fuck, Bones…" he moaned and thrust harder.

"Ohhh …oh, god, Booth, yes, ohhhhhh!"

Brennan came undone and he came right after. After a moment, Booth flopped next to her so as not to crush her. They both stared at the ceiling with dazed eyes and uncontrolled breathing.

"You're unbelievable," Brennan panted in awe.

The husky words had him feeling cocky and smug and still turned on, despite the fact that it was physically impossible for his body to act on the feeling at the moment. He turned his head to admire her damp, naked body sprawled next to him. Glistening skin and smooth, silken flesh.

Damn, so hot.

With a slight grunt, Booth rolled over her for the third time that day, loving the way her softer body gave way under his. "One hour," he murmured huskily, placing little kisses all along the curve of her neck. "Gimme one hour and we'll go for round three."

"Booth, all we've done today is sleep and have sex." She laughed, but still felt it necessary to point out, "Not the most productive use of our day."

"I disagree." His mouth continued to roam over her skin and one hand glided over her stomach. "I haven't seen you this relaxed since we went on vacation last year."

"I—no…" Her brows furrowed. "Is that true?"

"Mm-mm," he hummed, pressing his mouth to that slight frown. "We have this life, Bones, and it has beautiful kids and rush hour traffic, and demanding jobs and everything that makes life wonderfully stressful." He grinned down at her, sweet and boyish. "And most times, hiding under the covers and letting life take care of itself is not an option for us." With a meaningful smile, he reached out an arm and dragged the tangled sheets up over their cooling bodies. "But today, just for a few hours, it's only us and the rain and this."

His mouth settled over hers, lips rubbing, tongues stroking in a sweet and carnal kiss. Her arms went around him, stroking his back. With a sigh, she decided to finally stop worrying about their unproductive Sunday and just enjoy it.

An hour later, when she turned in his arms and whispered, "Make love to me again," Booth smiled at the sweet surrender.

-x-

p.s. Undecided between sweet smut and not so sweet smut, if you know what I mean, for the next one :) What say you?