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A/N: Still plugging along…Thanks for reading and reviewing…And as usual to A for premium sounding board services. Slight reference to The Woman in the Sand.

A tingling sensation in Booth's right arm woke him. He started to shift, when he realized the reason for his relative discomfort---Brennan. She was fast asleep with her head resting in the crook between his head and shoulder. Of their own accord his lips curled upwards as he recalled the events of last night. On the drive home after leaving the festival, they had somehow stumbled onto the topic of marriage. Unlike the Parker topic, he had not felt it necessary to delve too deeply. The existence and impact of his son on their relationship was an undeniable reality, while the theoretical construct of marriage was just that---something to be analyzed later. As a man who knew how to pick his battles, he'd answered her question honestly, while trying to convey his understanding that the conventional was not necessarily applicable to them. She'd been quiet during the rest of the drive back to her apartment, but he didn't press.

Given her pensive mood, he hadn't expected her to invite him in, but he'd been pleasantly surprised when she'd automatically assumed he was coming up. Once they were inside, she'd surprised him again when she asked for help setting up her plasma tv and Blu-ray dvd player. Apparently, she'd taken him seriously when he'd told her she'd need a television to really get a sense of relevant pop culture reference points, but hadn't gotten around to setting it up. Between the two of them, they made short work of getting the system up and running. Since her Clara Bow imitation in Vegas, he wasn't surprised when she pulled out a collection of classic dvds, including Casablanca, All About Eve, and Bow's big hit, The Plastic Age. After deciding on To Have and Have Not, they settled onto her couch to watch Bogey and Bacall banter. He didn't know how who had fallen asleep first, but he wasn't complaining.

The movie had long since ended and the blank screen cast everything in a blue haze. He stole a glance at his watch. It was just past two in the morning. He thought about waking her, but selfishly decided that although they would pay for it in the morning, he was quite content to stay exactly where he was. Slowly, he adjusted his position so that his arm could regain circulation and felt her instinctively burrow closer to him. His chest tightened with unspoken emotion. Gently, he placed a feather light kiss on her forehead and closed his eyes as sleep enveloped him, knowing for once that his dreams couldn't compete with reality, not when she was in his arms.

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Ringing. Something was ringing. Brennan opened her eyes and groggily pushed her hair out of her face with one hand as she searched for the source of the ringing. Still slightly disoriented, she felt her pillow shift beneath her. Turning her head she came face to face with a bleary-eyed Booth. He shot a lazy grin her direction. "Morning, Bones." Squinting at the sunlight seeping through the curtains, he asked, "You think you could get that?"

She shook her head no. Instead she closed the distance between them and caught his lips in a kiss. Slowly they explored the contours of each others' mouths as their hands roamed. Brennan slid her hand down his chest tracing his musculature and feeling his body react to her every touch, even as her own pulsated with awareness as his fingers tangled themselves in her hair, urging her closer. As she started to slip her hand beneath his t-shirt, his cell phone rang. Groans of frustration erupted from both of them as they broke apart, while he dug his cell phone out of his pocket.

"Booth." He practically growled into the receiver.

"Good morning to you too, Special Agent Sunshine."

Glancing at his watch, he decided Angela was entirely too chipper for nine in the morning. "Is there something in particular you wanted, Angela?"

"Just wondering if you know where Brennan is. I tried her apartment and cell, but she's not answering. Now if she's otherwise occupied, could you just tell her that we are doing brunch today and I will not take no for answer?"

Casually Booth responded, "I suppose I could pass it along."

"She's with you, isn't she?" Intuitively knowing she was right, she continued. "Perfect. You're coming, too. Firefly at 11." Without waiting for a response, she hung up.

Flipping his phone closed, he announced, "We've been invited to brunch…actually, summoned is probably more accurate."