Chilly & Cranky

Genevieve sluggishly huffed as Will shooed her up the stairs, throwing jests at her sagging posture and lack of energy.

She whined loudly as Will lead her to their bed, sitting her down at the edge and kneeling in front of her, gently grasping her right foot and wiggling her boot off. He did the same to her left foot before tugging wool socks from both and tossing them to the corner. Warm fingers splayed across her knees, sending tendrils of comfort shooting up her frame.

The woman gave a cranky moan, rubbing her legs in a desperate attempt to get warm.

"C'mon," Will mustered, helping her stand, "Up ya' go."

Gen sighed tiredly as Will maneuvered her out of her vest and coat, warm hands working skillfully at zippers. Strong arms heaved her sweatshirt over her head before discarding it by her socks. Once said and done with, a rather sour scowl was lurking on Gen's features. Will's hands went to her carmel locks, smoothing down her hair before kissing her forehead.

"C'mon, Gen," he laughed, "Work with me here."

His arms encircled her waist and two firm kisses were planted on each shoulder before Will went to work at her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping the boot cut Levi's. Gen gave a little wiggle, causing him to smile as she stepped out of the pants.

Clad in only her bra and underwear, she was being pushed to her breaking point. Will knew she was cranky and tired and cold and she wanted to kill him. The FBI Agent simply smiled blissfully before Gen shivered slightly and whined. "I'm cold."

"Alright, alright," Will sighed. He scrambled to their dresser and he quickly tugged out a large cotton shirt of his and a pair of Gen's plaid sleeping shorts.

He helped her into them, hugging and kissing the exhausted woman in bliss. Now content and fully clothed, Gen scrambled for the mattress hell bent on making it her safe haven in a nest of blankets and pillows that smelt like the man she loved. Once she was warm, Gen wiggled her toes and inhaled happily, smiling up at him through half-lids.

"God," he mused, "I've never seen you so tired."

"Get in bed."

It wasn't a request. It was a demand. She had been out all night with the dogs, watched the stars with Will and then had a long trek back home in which she nearly froze during. She was tired.

Will rolled his eyes, setting his glasses down on the nightstand. He ditched his own jeans and plaid shirt, changing into boxers and a cotton t-shirt much like Gen's. Will lurched towards her on the bed, tucking his feet beneath the covers and smiling happily when his girlfriend's warm legs found his.

She quickly scooted up beside him, pressed flush to his side. Will wrapped a strong arm around her, leaning over to click the light off with one fluid motion. His mouth met hers again and the kiss they shared was sweet and quick and tender; the kind that made his head spin and her heart beat.

"I love you," she mumbled into his chest, her words vibrating through the cotton fabric of his shirt. Gen's curly mess of hair became a source of entertainment, Will's hands twirling and fiddling with the strands. She sighed happily.

"I love you too, Gen," he mumbled, "Sleep well. I'll see you in the morning."

With one last kiss, they shut their eyes and drifted to sleep.

A/N:

Have you ever been so cold and tired you just wanna kill everything?

AKA me, 24/7, dudes.

Anyways, here's a little something to hold you sweethearts over until 'proposal'...