49. Stoned

Stumbling through the front door, Booth mostly leaning against Brennan, she led him into their room, encouraging him to lie down.

"I love you, Bones."

"I know, I love you too, Booth. I'm going to go get you some water, okay?"

"No! Bonesssss, don't leave me, I love you."

"I'm not leaving you, Booth, I'm just going to get you some water."

"I don't want water, I want you."

"The doctor said you need to keep hydrated, Booth."

"You're a doctor, Bones. Doctor Temperance Brennan, although really you should be Doctor Temperance Booth, but that would confuse everyone 'cause then you'd be Booth and I'd be Booth. Bones, will you lie down with me?"

"Booth, water—"

"Come here, Bones. I want to hold you, and kiss you, and make love to you."

She sighed, kicking off her shoes before she climbed on to the bed beside him, immediately being drawn into his arms, several kisses pressed sloppily against her cheek as he searched for her lips.

"Love you—"

"I know, it's the sixth time you've told me in the last hour."

Before the words had even finished leaving her mouth he was slumped against her, breathing evenly, head lying in the crook of her neck, arms still encasing her. She shifted, reaching for her phone in her back pocket, searching through her contacts before dialling.

"Hey, Ange, could you keep Christine and Henry for the night? Booth is stoned on painkillers and I'm almost positive he's going to wake up and want intercourse, it's probably best if they're not present to hear or see that."