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Another shorter drabble.
Season 9
Christmas morning. He stretches and yawns, reluctant to remove himself from the confines of the warm cocoon that he is wrapped in. Outside it is snowing and undoubtedly cold. He isn't looking forward to the jolt of pain he knows his feet will experience once they hit the carpeted floor. So instead, he choses to stay, nestled in the warmth of the thick covers.
He shifts his weight, turning to his side, he drapes an arm round the warm body of his wife. His wife! At the thought his lips upturn in a smile. She's still asleep, their acrobatic love-making from the night before having worn the both of them out.
He thinks back to the many Christmases before. It feels like a lifetime ago. To the time when he set out to change her mind about the yuletide season. He remembers the Christmas tree outside the prison, her undressing him in the bone room. He remembers thinking they would never work and trying to convince himself he wasn't in love with her.
But there's no need for that now. It had been just about two months since they had become man and wife but he still can hardly believe it. They're married, she is his wife. He can openly admit that he's in love with her now.
In his arms she slowly awakens from her slumber. She turns to face him.
"Mmmm… Merry Christmas Booth."
"Merry Christmas Bones." He brushes his lips against hers. This is his best Christmas ever.
Wishing everyone a Happy 2019, filled with love, laughter, joy and a dance!