Disclaimer: I should say something to the person that first came up with doing this. It's making me a little upset.

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Brennan usually woke up very early every morning, even on the weekends. But this morning was not like most. Brennan didn't wake up until 8:45, and even then she had to be coaxed. What finally woke her up on this morning was not her alarm, but a kiss.

"Good morning," someone said into her ear. She blinked her eyes open, but there wasn't anyone there. This made Brennan very worried, but then the previous night came back to her and she smiled. Knowing who her morning assailant was, she put on her robe and went to the kitchen to make coffee.

"Good morning, Booth," Brennan said to the man dressed up in her kitchen.

"I'm surprised. You're usually the one to get me up in the morning so I'm not late to church." Booth had already started on the coffee, and was cutting up fruit for breakfast. She could also see the makings of French toast out as well.

"It was a nice change of pace," Brennan said as she came up beside him and took the knife and fruit out of his hands, leaving him free to make the French toast.

"I'm glad."

Just then the phone rang, ruining any moment they might have had. Brennan ran over to it, wondering who would be calling her so early on a Sunday morning.

"Hello Sweetie! How's your morning? Did you find your keys? Was I right?" Angela's voice almost yelled through the phone. Brennan smiled sheepishly to Booth and took the phone to her room. "Wait, you answered the phone. Does that mean nothing exciting? Oh, sweetie. I thought you were gonna stick it to him and get your keys back."

"Calm down Angela. I can't answer all of your questions at the rate you're giving them. Now what was the first one? How was my morning. Well, I can't exactly tell you because I just woke up." Angela squealed, and Brennan groaned as she continued. "Next was about my keys. No, I did not find them; he told me where they were. So you were wrong."

"Wait. Before you tell me anything more, I have to ask. What happened last night?" Angela sounded very serious, and she had reason to suspect it was because she still thought nothing had happened last night. Well, nothing really did happen. At least, not the kind of "happen" that she's looking for.

"Well, he made dinner, we talked, and went to bed," Brennan said very evasively.

"Did you look for your keys?" Angela asked.

"Yes. About an hour and a half after we both went to bed."

"And how did it go?"

"Well, I have to tell you, he's not a very deep sleeper."

"No, that's probably just the army ranger sniper instincts coming in. He was probably sound asleep until you touched him. You did touch him, right?"

"Yes. And you're probably right. He was sound asleep until I tried to roll him over."

"And then what happened? I mean, he woke up in the middle of a cavity search for your keys. He must have said something."

Brennan had to think for a moment. Not much about what he said really stood out so much as what he did. "Well, he asked me what I was doing, and where I got the idea."

"And what did you say?" Angela was sitting at the edge of her seat. She could tell her friend was not telling her something.

"I told him I got the idea from you. And then he told me he was surprised I hadn't guessed there sooner."

"Really? That does not sound very Booth. It's a little more forward than I would expect. It was probably the time. Any other time of day and he wouldn't have done that. So, what happened next? You do realize that anything short of exact details will not satisfy me?"

"Yes, well…"

"Really?! Oh my God, I am so happy for you two! So, what was it like? I mean, those chiseled features have got to be fantastic, I know Hodgins' are."

"Angela, it's nothing like that. It was just a kiss! One measly blow-your-mind fantastic kiss." Brennan knew she couldn't deny it anymore. No kiss in her life, not even her first kiss, could ever compare to that kiss.

"Really? Just a kiss? How could you stand just one, so much as the whole package?"

"Well, we both exhibit very great self control."

"Sweetie, that man was yours for the taking and all you can say is 'we both exhibit very great self control'? There has got to be more than that."

"Before anything serious he had me tucked into bed. Then he told me good night and where my keys were."

"WHAT?! You put that bastard on the phone RIGHT NOW!" Angela's attitude at that moment could be considered by many to be furious. In reality, she just wanted to know his side of the story. Besides, she had to know what methods of self restraint he used to keep both himself and Brennan under control.

Brennan smiled. "He's kind of busy right now. He's making breakfast."

"In bed, I hope," Angela retorted.

"No, at the table."

"I still want to talk to him. Give him the phone. If he doesn't want to talk to me, all he has to do is say so." Brennan, knowing she was defeated, got up and went to the kitchen to give the phone to Booth.

Booth was not all that focused on breakfast. He was listening intently to the conversation Brennan was having in her room. It was hard, but he found that if he didn't move he could hear most of what they were talking about. He had to smile when she finally told Angela about the kiss. And he had to admit, it was one fantastic kiss.

"Booth," Brennan called as she went into the kitchen. "Angela wants to talk to you." She had an apologetic look on her face, so he knew there was some evil coming his way, but he took the phone in stride.

"Booth."

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Angela yelled through the receiver.

"Good morning to you too Angela."

"Don't you 'good morning' me. I want to know what the hell is in your brain that would possess you to not ravage her right there on that damn sofa-bed of yours. And don't you give me any lies or crap."

"Angela," Booth said calmly, "It was not the right time."

"To hell it wasn't the right time. You two have essentially been dating for the past two years. I think you are allowed to have sex after two years."

"Angela. I doubt you will be able to understand this, but it really wasn't the right time." Booth had to smile. He had in fact thought about having his way with Bones right there, but it just wasn't the right time. He didn't know when that time would be, but it wasn't then. He couldn't explain it to himself, just like he couldn't explain it to Angela.

"You know what, I'm going to ignore that. You just had a slight lapse in judgment."

"Whatever gets you to sleep at night."

"Believe me, I'm not getting much sleep tonight."

Thankfully, Brennan had decided that it was an excellent time to interrupt the conversation. She picked up the phone, said something curt to Angela, and hung up the phone.

"I don't appreciate you talking to other women the morning after something like last night. Or at all, as far as I'm concerned." She smiled and leaned in for a kiss that Booth was not going to deny her.

"I agree. We should turn off all the phones and disconnect the land lines every night."

Brennan smiled. She was starting to like the idea of Booth being only hers.

"Although that sounds fantastic now, I'm sure there will be plenty of instances in the future where we would regret it."

"Damn your rationale. So, what do you want to do today?"

"I should stop by the lab for a few hours, try to get some work done, and I need to finish at least two chapters or publishers will have my head. Other than that, I will be free to enjoy all sorts of ridiculous things you have no doubt come up with for us to do."

It was like nothing had changed; they were still just them. Their relationship would have a little more meaning to everyone else, but for them, it was just another part of their already great relationship.

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A/N: I forgot to thank the brilliant person that came up with the inspiration for this. I can't remember who it was, or what it was called, but the squints were watching a movie and Booth had clothes at her house that Hodgins borrowed, and it just got me thinking. Anyone who knows what I'm referencing, please tell me so that I can give that person the proper respect.

I know I should say that you should push that button, but I'd really be okay if you didn't. That's not really true, but I'd like to pretend that I have a little modesty.