When Brennan walked out of her bathroom, she almost laughed at the sight before her. On her bed, still clothed lay her partner. His feet were hanging off the end of her bed, his brightly colored socks being the first thing she saw as she followed the path up his long legs, his torso, his chest to his arms, which lay spread up above his head, his eyes closed peacefully as he slept, light snores slipping from between his lips as she walked to the end of the bed and rested her hands on his feet.
He didn't move a muscle with her touch, and she was quite surprised that this sniper trained FBI agent hadn't kicked his foot out from under her grasp by now. No, instead he lay on his back, sound asleep on the blankets. She reached her hand slowly up his ankle and beneath his pants, slipping her fingers beneath the top of his sock, she carefully slipped his socks from his feet at the same time. Still, he remained completely still, the soft snores from his lips endearing as she sat down on the floor and slipped his socks onto her own feet, smiling to herself as she looked up onto the bed and smiled brighter.
She stood up and walked out of the bedroom quietly, moving around the apartment she turned off all of the lights and made sure the door was locked, she then went back into the bedroom to see that he had rolled onto his side, his head still a good foot below the pillow on that side of the bed, and his feet still hanging off the bed. She pulled an extra blanket from the closet and shook it out quietly, draping it over his sleeping form, she leaned down and kissed his cheek as she moved around the bed and slipped in beneath her covers. She rolled over and set her alarm, and reached up to turn the lights off as she curled into her side of the bed, listening to the sound of his breathing as he slept soundly in his oddly placed position, until she heard him snort a little, and his soft snoring stopped.
He moved a little and she remained quiet, her eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness, she felt him move a little. "You stole my socks." He said, his voice sounding almost insulted as he moved, rolling onto his back again. "Bones?" He whispered. He lay listening for her to respond, unsure of exactly what time it was or if she had been sleeping long, he tipped to his side and looked up at the clock, noticing that it hadn't been long, and that there was no way she was asleep. "You are so mean to me." He said, when he suddenly heard a stifled giggle. "So mean!" He said, rolling toward the edge of the bed, he felt her hand on his arm.
"Where are you going?" She asked, giggling again as he sighed.
"I am taking my pants off." He said, unzipping and dropping his pants onto the floor, he heard her giggles again and shook his head. "That's exactly what a guy wants to hear when he takes his pants off, his girlfriend giggling."
"I'm not giggling at you, I can't even see you in the dark."
"Oh, you can't even see me?" He said, taking his shirt off, he tossed it beside his pants and climbed into the bed with only his boxers on. "You can't see me, but I bet you can feel my…"
"Ah! Cold feet!" She screeched as she felt his toes touching her leg as she struggled to get away from him, only for him to pull her closer.
"No… no way, you get the cold feet. You stole my socks."
"They're so cold! How do they get so cold so quickly?" She said as she continued to giggle and struggle to get away from him. "Let go of me…" She said with a laugh, feeling his grip tighten on her as he wrapped one of his legs over her and pulled her into him tightly.
"I'm not letting go." He mumbled into her neck. "Never." He growled playfully.
"You'll have to let go eventually. I think if you're still connected to me tomorrow morning that Angela might notice that something is different about me."
"You mean that you have an FBI agent attached to your ass? I thought you always had an FBI agent attached to your ass."
"Yes… yes, I usually do…" She giggled. "But I typically keep him at a good distance, this way it'd be a bit obvious."
"If only we could do our job from this bed." He sighed.
"Booth!" She exclaimed as she laughed, feeling his kiss on her cheek, she listened to his throaty laugh in her ear.
"Come on, Bones. Admit it, it's a good idea."
"Well, before this weekend, I had such problems sleeping that there were nights I didn't want to leave the lab." She said, feeling his arms tighten slightly around her. "Now… I think I'm going to have a problem getting to the lab… and staying there."
"Oh Bones, you say that now… you say it… but do you mean it?" He said with a little growl into her neck as he listened to her giggle.
"I think I mean it." She said as she turned her head, seeing his eyes in the reflection of the moon outside. "I am pretty sure that I mean it… since… I don't lie."
"Mm… you lied to Angela earlier today… about what you did this weekend."
"Stretched the truth, Booth. Sometimes, you have to stretch the truth. A clingy FBI agent told me that once." She said with a giggle.
"Bones?"
"Hm…"
"I love you." He whispered. "And that is the truth."
"Booth?"
"Yeah?"
"Get your cold feet off my leg… or I'm going to throw you off my bed."
"Oh, Bones… you say it… but do you mean it?" He said, surprised when she pushed back against him and rolled, sending him to his back, she landed on top of him, her hands on his arms as she straddled his body. "Sock thief." He whispered as he reached up and took her face in his hands, bringing her down to his lips for a tender kiss, where their bodies began the long, tender journey in losing themselves in one another once again before they curled together for their first night together in their own reality.