This 5 AM- dose of BB loving comes (get it?) courtesy of a prompt from the fab va32h, who suggested that "Booth doesn't set the alarm for Daylight Savings Time. Alarm goes off one hour early. So what should they do with that extra hour?"

I'll give you one guess :)

-b&b-

The alarm blared, its rude tonal blasts penetrating through the sleep Booth and Brennan were both enjoying. Booth's head began to ache in the way it does when not enough sleep has been had, and Brennan tried to resist the inevitable. She buried her face deeper into her pillow, as if the muffled sound might eventually fade into nothingness.

But nothingness rarely is the result of anything, and likewise, the alarm showed the partners no mercy.

"God," Booth groaned and slapped his hand toward the offending object. It refused his efforts, until he pressed his finger against the right button. Only then was the room returned to its silence.

But the absence of sound held the reminder of its reason, and Booth and Brennan both forced themselves up and out of bed.

Brennan's forehead crinkled as she pulled on her robe and made her way out to the kitchen to start coffee. Booth scratched his head and then himself as he made his own way to the bathroom for a quick piss.

And so their morning began.

Time seemed a blur, and so when Brennan picked up her cell phone from its charger near the fridge, she frowned, blinked, and concentrated.

5:02 AM.

She walked back into their bedroom and heard the sound of the toilet flush. The clock on Booth's bedside table clearly read 6:02 AM, and she circled the bed to look at his phone in its own charger.

5:03 AM.

"Booth?" she turned and watched as he reentered their bedroom. "What time is it?"

His eyebrow quirked up, and his hair was standing up on end. "Uh…six?"

Brennan frowned again, and then everything clicked. "Daylight Savings Time."

"Huh?"

She eyed Booth and huffed out a sigh. "Did you set the clock back?"

"What?" Booth shook his head. "No, that happens on Sunday."

Brennan gave him an exasperated look. "It IS Sunday, Booth!"

Booth was silent for a moment, "Shit." And then he sighed. "Sorry."

"It's okay…" Brennan yawned and walked toward their closet. She was halfway to pulling down a blouse for the day when Booth took her elbow in his hand.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

She gave him an odd look. "I'm getting dressed. It's early, but I'm sure I can get a head start on something I need to do around here. Or perhaps I'll go to the lab and finish up some-"

"Oh, no…no way, I don't think so." He tugged on her arm, and then wrapped his arm around her waist, fairly dragging her back to bed.

"Booth…" Brennan's voice was slightly incredulous. "What are you doing?"

He smiled against the skin of her throat. "What does it look like I'm doing? We're both awake, so…"

Brennan's eyebrow lifted, but she didn't answer. Booth took her silence as assent, and he murmured appreciatively against her smooth shoulder.

"Ah…" he kissed a straight line down her arm to lay a soft kiss against the inside of her elbow. "Let me make it up to you, baby."

"I'm not mad," she dryly remarked, and he smiled against her skin again.

"I'll make it up to you anyway," he looked up and grinned. Still, Brennan's mind whirled with a list of tasks she could be accomplishing, but when Booth lowered his head until his mouth began a small suction around one soft nipple, she closed her mind to everything except his touch.

"Mmmmmm…" she lolled back on the pillow. "I really should-"

"Let me make love to you," he insisted, sliding up the bed until their lips were brushing against one another's. "Let me make your hour worth it, Bones," his words were punctuated by gentle rubbing motions from his thumbs on her thighs. Brennan arched deliciously beneath him.

Little gasping sounds slipped from her lips as Booth kissed his way along her body. His tongue rasped against her breasts in long slow licks from the undersides, up and over her straining nipples. Brennan spread her legs around his waist and undulated in pleasure, content to let the pleasure build in a slow burn. Her stomach and thighs brushed against Booth's hard and warm chest, and she pressed upward for deeper pressure. Booth took a few seconds to grind his sternum against her before he slid down further on the bed and wrapped his lips around the top of her slit.

Brennan's hand fell to his head, and she kept him in place to prolong the delicious sensation. His chin brushed against her clit, and his nose brushed against her bare skin. One long finger slipped between her thighs and inched inside of her—slow but sure. Booth rubbed her lower wall with the pad of his finger until he felt her tighten around him in a pre-orgasmic tremor. Then he turned his hand so his fingertip was pressed against her upper walls. He lowered his mouth to her clit then, carefully wrapping his lips around it. He began to suck her from the outside and stroke her from the inside.

"Ah!" Brennan's hands slammed down to the sheets on either side of her hips. Her fingers quickly fisted the satin fabric, and her hips arched off the bed in pleasure. Booth remained firm, unmoving except for the subtle clasp of his mouth against her clit. His cheeks pulled inward with each suck, and his nostrils flared as he inhaled and exhaled through his nose.

When his finger began to pick up speed and pressure, Brennan wrapped her legs around his back and pressed her fingers to his shoulders. She held on tight and rocked up and into his mouth. "Booth, Booth, Booth…" his name fell from her lips, and he growled his approval when her tight passage grew even tighter and wetter around his finger.

Just as she was about to come, he inserted a second finger, working it just as quickly as the first, pressing and stroking and physically persuading her into an explosive orgasm that coated his fingers and lips. "Bones," he murmured between her legs, his cheeks gently shiny with his exertion and her release.

"Mmmm," Brennan replied, still rotating her hips to keep the pleasure going. She lightly scratched his shoulders, and he got the message, moving up her body. He pressed his mouth against her slightly opened one, and smiled against her lips when she could hardly kiss him back.

Brennan's tongue shot out and swept across his bottom lip, and they both groaned. Booth immediately palmed her thighs and lined his aching erection up to her welcoming opening. His head fell back and his neck tensed as he slid inside her in one smooth stroke. He rode her in long glides, his entire upper body brushing against hers with every move.

Brennan lazily wrapped her arms around his neck and held on. She pressed kisses on his lips and chin and cheeks when he was close enough to kiss. Otherwise, she just enjoyed the feel of him in her arms and in her body. She was too satisfied to come again and she concentrated on the feel of him. He was tense and strong—his penis twitching inside of her with every slide. His breathing was harsh, and she watched as his cheeks flushed a deep red. Planting her feet on the bed, she began to meet his rhythm, arching beneath him and rotating her hips to entice him to lose his control.

It worked, and Booth groaned. He buried his head in the pillow beneath Brennan. His breath was warm against her shoulder and his stomach was hard against hers. He flexed in and out of her in deep thrusts. "Come for me again," he demanded and tilted his hips so the firm head of his cock pressed against the upper wall of her tight core. He stroked and stroked and stroked, leaning on one arm for support to keep the perfect angle.

"Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhh," Brennan planted her hands on his ass and rode him from below, growing so wet it was almost impossible for Booth to keep his rhythm. She was close, but she needed more. "Booth?" she asked, and he knew what she wanted…what she needed. He couldn't physically do it, but he knew what to do.

"Yeah, baby. Fuck yeah," he encouraged. "Touch yourself for me…"

"Mmmmm," Brennan's head arched against her pillow and she let one hand slide between her breasts, down her stomach and then between her legs. She pressed with her whole hand once, then again, cupping her warm mound and rotating her palm there. Her fingertips brushed Booth's shaft as he slid in and out of her.

"Yeah," he grunted and moved faster.

Brennan took her cue from him and moved her hand down lower, cupping his balls and gently massaging there. With her other hand, she carefully pinched her clit between her thumb and forefinger.

Booth stared down at the erotic show between them. "Damn, Bones…" he hissed and ignored the strain on his back. "Seeing your fingers on you makes me so hot…you have no idea…"

He met her eyes and noticed she was completely awake—turned on and flushed from his words. He had tasted and touched every inch of her body, but he was still nearly paralyzed by how incredible she felt beneath him. "Are you close?"

"Yes," she answered and while still stroking her clit, she used her other hand to wrap around his neck and bring him down for a kiss. The minute their lips touched, she froze. Her fingers paused, and her pussy tightened, and then her entire body was writhing and clutching and pulsing and coming.

"Boooooooth," she arched her neck back and crooned his name. Booth groaned and buried his face in her neck, pounding into her so fast he thought he might catch fire. His body fell onto hers and his hands slid under her body to her ass. He pressed his hands into her skin and lifted her hips up to meet his as he picked up even more speed.

Then, he was coming too, panting and wheezing and murmuring incomprehensible phrases. His chest pressed against her breasts, his thighs against her legs. His eyes fluttered shut when her fingers gently trailed over his back.

"Mmmmmm, Bones", he lazily pressed open mouthed kisses along her neck and shoulders. "That was incredible."

"Yes," she continued to touch him, slightly amused at his sleepy voice when she was in fact nearly wide awake and energized by her recent orgasm. "Just think, we still have nearly thirty minutes remaining."

Booth let out a small, disbelieving laugh and he placed another kiss against her shoulder before rolling onto his back. He pulled Brennan close and kissed her cheek. "Good. You can make me breakfast."

"I don't think so," Brennan laughed and teasingly shoved at his side. "You woke me up. You're making breakfast today."

"Aw, Bones," Booth pretended to complain. "Okay," he sighed. "But in a little bit."

"Sure," she agreed softly, enjoying the feel of his body against hers.

"This was nice, right?" he asked and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

Brennan considered his words and ran her fingers against his leg. "Yes, it was…just don't let it happen again."

"What? The sex?" he joked in a low, sexy voice.

Brennan frowned for an early morning second. "No of course not -oh …"

Booth's laugh rumbled low in his chest, and he reached over with one hand to grab his alarm clock. He fixed the time and showed it to Brennan. "Better?"

She smiled and curved her body up against his. "Much."

-b&b-