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It must have gotten colder sometime in the night, because when Peter woke it was to find Olivia curled up to him, her hands and face in his bare chest. He knew that he should have extracted himself from her or woke her up, but his brain just didn't seem to be functioning properly. He wasn't sure if it was because he was still tired, slightly drunk, and reluctant to break the contact or a combination of the three. Whatever it was, he found his brain doing what his heart wanted, and his arms wrapped around her protectively, and he watched her sleep. He wasn't sure how much time had passed before he could feel her stirring. He watched her eyes flutter open and a confused look wrinkle her brow, realization of where she was and who she was with, hitting her rather quickly. But instead of pulling away completely and running like he thought she would, she pulled back just enough to see him looking down at her.

"Good morning." He said huskily, only to get a non-coherent noise that sounded like a cross between a grunt and a heavy sigh. He chuckled lightly and reluctantly pulled away from her and sat up, looking back down to see that she had thrown an arm over her eyes and appeared to be dozing. He shook his head at the fact that she obviously wasn't a morning person, and got up to take a shower.

After he was cleaned and dressed, he headed through the silent house and assuming that no one else was awake, he strolled into the kitchen only to literally come face to face with Booth who instantly took a step back and let him pass, the whole time giving him a bright smile that perturbed him in more ways than one. Completely ignoring Booth, he went to the coffee maker and poured a mug before turning around and seeing Booth giving him a somewhat annoyed look.

"Look it would be nice if you actually had a reason to dislike me. But really, you don't." Booth stated, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

Peter looked at him and snorted in disbelief.

"Look I know what it's like to be nuts over your partner, trust me. And you may not want to believe this, but I have no interest in Olivia besides friendship and someone I can trust."

"You're right, I don't believe that." Peter snapped walking past the other man only to be stopped by a hand shooting out.

"Look if you love her, tell her."

"Says the man that's in love with his partner but isn't with her." Peter pointed out.

"I have told Bones that I love her."Booth remarked sadly. "Let's just say it didn't end well."

"But you're still pursuing her?" Peter asked in disbelief.

"If you told Olivia that you love her, and she shot you down even though you know she loves you, would you just walk away?"Booth asked. "Bones doesn't exactly follow her feelings, always opting for her brain and if her brain says one thing than her heart is damned because she's going to follow that mind of hers. And don't you think that if Olivia and I wanted to be together that we would be? Anyway she's what, 31, 32? I'm 37 and prefer women not young enough to be a sibling of mine."

"She's 32." Peter nodded taking a sip of his coffee and walking around Booth's outstretched arm and to one of the vast couches.

"Look you may not have the guts to approach her right now and tell her how you feel, but I know enough about women to know that they won't wait around forever."Booth pointed out and left the room, passing Walter on his way. Peter looked behind him at Booth's retreating back with a curious look but shrugged it off when Walter spotted him.

"Isn't the heat marvelous?" Walter beamed taking in a deep breath of the stall, thick air.

"Only you would think so Walter." Peter groaned wanting to avoid his father but not wanting to move. The heat hadn't let up at all, making it so that he was sweating while doing nothing but sitting.

"Where is everyone?"Walter asked sitting beside him.

"I'm not their keeper Walter." Peter groaned, the heat making him irritably. He pushed off the couch and groaned when the heat instantly covered his skin with a fine sheen of sweat. Pushing his discomfort to the side, he made his way back up the stairs and to the shower, never wanting to leave it again.

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Astrid sighed in relief when she opened the patio doors and let the cool night air wash over her. She was quickly joined by everyone else, all of them more than happy to actually get out of the house even if it meant staying in the shadows and making as little noise as possible to not attract attention to them.

"Come on guys we only have a certain amount of time that we can be out here before it starts getting too light." She pointed out since it was already nearing 11.

"I'm going swimming."Booth announced quietly, slipping past the group wearing a pair of swim trunks. Everyone else was also in swim gear and followed suit. Astrid watched in amusement as the "adults" started splashing each other. Each of them smiling happily when the cool water. It only took her a moment before she too was making her way down into the water and letting out a relieved sigh when her heated skin was instantly cooled by the ocean water.

"The water is rather pleasant." Brennan sighed happily floating on her back.

"You said it Bones." Booth chuckled lightly and looked over at Peter who smirked at him.

"It is nice." Olivia smiled, rubbing some cool water over the scars on her abdomen, soothing the heat there.

"I like the heat." Walter stated, though he too was floating happily.

"Try not to float away Walter." Peter pointed out since Walter was getting closer to a strong area of waves.

"That would be splendid." Walter exclaimed causing everyone to roll their eyes at him.

They stayed in the water for close to an hour and only got out when the salt water was starting to knot their hair and their bodies had turned into living prunes. None of them wanted to go back to the enclosed space of the house but knew it had to happen eventually and so regretfully and slowly they made their way back up to the house and inside, each of them dripping wet and loving every moment that the cool water was on them.

"Alright well everyone should probably go to sleep." Booth pointed out, looking at the clock to see that it was now a little after 1.

"Or at least try and sleep, the heat is still a little unbearable." Olivia sighed, her skin starting to heat again.

"I'm just glad that the rooms have ceiling fans." Astrid pointed out, striding past them and continuing up the stairs.

"There's what now?" Peter asked looking at the others and seeing their equally interested faces. They then all quickly went into the first bedroom, Olivia's, and looked up to see a pristine fan right above the bed.

"This changes nothing." Booth smirked and grabbed the fan running from the room. It took a split second for the rest of them to chase him down and tackle him to the ground. They were all too busy wrestling with each other to notice Walter walking away with the object of their desire, a Cheshire grin on his face.