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Lazy


"I don't wanna get up," she whispered drowsily into the pillow.

"Why are you so lazy this morning?" he whispered back, amused. She was never like this, arms hugging the pillow, eyes stubbornly shut, just plain refusing to get up.

It was so damn adorable.

"Because." The childish response made him chuckle.

Booth moved to his side, bending his elbow, and propping his head on his hand to look at her. Almost every morning for the past two years-workday or weekend-she'd had to drag him out of bed.

"Are you okay?" he asked, running the fingertips of his free hand softly up and down her bare back.

"Mmmm . . . " The noise came out as she arched against his hand like a kitten.

"You'd tell me if you were sick, right, Bones?" But he knew she would.

"Of course, I would," Brennan confirmed, turning her head sideways on the pillow to look at him. "That feels nice." Fingertips continued to gently caress the smooth line of her spine.

"I can do this all morning if you want, Bones." He could do it all day. He almost never saw her like this, so unbelievably soft and relaxed.

She was so beautiful. Every single day, so damn beautiful.

"I want," she whispered, but now her voice was husky and she was moving onto her back.

He rolled on top of her and slid inside her body in one smooth, perfect stroke. She moaned softly wrapping her legs around his hips and running her hands down his back.

Booth tangled his fingers in her hair and looked into her still drowsy but now aroused eyes as he stroked lazily in and out of her.

"You are so perfect," he gasped, her slick inner walls clenching and dragging him into the orgasm with her. Always so perfect.

Making sweet, lazy love to her all morning.

Heaven.