A/N: Okay, I know I said in the last chapter of Love Is that this was going to be a progression of Booth and Brennan's relationship. Meh. I lied. Call it artistic license. :) These are still gonna be random one shots, k? Yeah, I didn't think you'd mind. ;) XO, Kinsey

Dedi: My bff, SSJL. Only a hundred million days love! She is the most patient-est girl I know – she's been waiting for this particular chapter of Love Is for MONTHS. Luffs her more than my luggage (and I luff my luggage a lot. It's pink and cute).

"No day is so bad it can't be fixed with a nap."

Carrie P. Snow

Some days, wanting to right his "cosmic balance sheet" (as Bones referred to it) was really fucking inconvenient. Yeah, he felt good when he helped put a murdering bastard behind bars, but he was tired as hell, he missed his kid, and truth be told, didn't really like living out of a suitcase. And if he was being really, really honest? He hated sleeping on opposite sides of the same bed with his beautiful partner. Seriously. Why were they always married on these cases if he couldn't enjoy any of the perks? Because, Seeley, you are a professional. You don't grab your partner's cute little ass and drag her off to bed.

Stupid conscience.

"I'm exhausted," said partner complained, kicking off the black heels she'd been wearing and dropping onto the king-sized bed.

"Me too," he flopped down (on the opposite side) and moments later was fast asleep.

Temperance Brennan preferred sleeping during the day if she had the opportunity. She'd mastered the art of the nap during doc school and sometimes would draw the shades and lock the door in her office in order to catch a few z's on the couch. Hey – why else would they have put the sofa in there if they didn't want her to use it? And if she was coming in at six every morning and leaving no earlier than 8 every night, obviously she'd have to get a nap in there somewhere. It was only logical.

Brennan's favorite reason for sleeping had only developed recently, and it sure as hell wasn't the clarifying of her complexion. It was the dreams. Ever since her parents left, she'd had awful nightmares that she could only escape, for some odd reason, when she slept during the day. But a few months ago, she'd started dreaming even during the day. Much to her relief, they weren't the same nightmares she'd always had. They were actually quite pleasant. A little different every time, the only thing they really had in common was herself. Well, and her partner. And, she supposed, another common factor would be their various states of undress. Yes, Dr. Temperance Brennan, empirical scientist that she was was having sex dreams about one sex-on-a-stick Seeley Booth. The dreams were vivid and constant, so she knew every time she closed her eyes, it wouldn't be long before he'd be making an appearance.

Right now, she was in a hotel room in Bangor, Maine, and so exhausted she was about to faint. She voiced her complaint to her partner, who echoed the sentiment, and they both fell onto the bed in their shared hotel room and drifted quickly off to sleep.

Booth knew he had to be dreaming. There was no way he was conscious if he thought his sexy Bones was curled against him, their legs tangled together, the sweet doctor grinding herself against his thigh and… oh Jesus… moaning.

"Booth," she sighed. "Oh Seeeeeeeley."

Holy shit.

Ah. A good one. In this dream, Booth had strutted into her office, his ever-present cocky grin plastered on his face, and dropped into her leather desk chair. He'd begun rambling on and on (and on) about some evidence, or perp, or something she couldn't really care less about. She'd just wanted him to shut up. She nodded and "mmm-hmmm'd" her way through his tirade, drawing the shades and pushing the door lock into place with a soft snick. She'd turned to face him again, peeling her lab coat off as she strolled slowly across her office to where he sat at her desk, leaned back in her chair, hands clasped behind his head. Brennan kicked her red high heels off, smiled serenely at the wide-eyed expression of her partner, and straddled his lap. "You were saying?" she asked, her eyes drifting shut as the evidence of his arousal pulsed hotly beneath her.

"I…uh… I forgot," he muttered, his hands grasping her hips and holding her steady while he thrust his hips up to hers.

"Mmmm," she sighed. "That's what I like to hear."

How could she be sleeping? He'd pinched himself a half-dozen times to ensure he was awake, and he couldn't believe Bones was writhing around, growling his name, completely unaware. He sighed heavily, remembering the stupid line he'd drawn between them, debating whether to forget it and strip her clothes off and fuck her like she was begging him to (in her sleep, he reminded himself) or to remember it and extract himself from her hazy grip to go get in the shower and turn the temperature to "Alaska-in-January." He debated, she wiggled against him; he contemplated, she groaned his name. This. This was why he didn't want to share a bed with her. Cursing himself ten kinds of a fool, he rose from the bed and headed for the bathroom. You're a good man, Seeley. You're doing the right thing.

Stupid conscience.

She woke slowly, her eyes falling on the clock next to the bed. Wow. She'd slept for two solid hours. No wonder she felt so refreshed. Brennan rolled to her back and pushed herself up on her elbows, smiling gently at her partner. "Sorry I crashed out that long. I must have really needed the sleep."

He smiled at her. "Feel better?" he asked.

She nodded and smiled secretively. "A nap always makes me feel better."

A/N: Sweet Seeley dreams to each of you! :) XO, Kinsey