Spoilers/Timeline: None/Set in future
A/N: Thanks, once again, to space77 for the look over.
Disclaimer: Unless something has changed in the last hour, Bones isn't mine. Title from the Brendan Benson song of the same name.
He groaned, twisting in the sheets, his foot brushing against her calf as he tried to get comfortable. Rolling to his side, he inhaled, breath finally evening, as he let his eyes drift over her exposed back.
"Bones, can I," he tugged at the sheet, head dropping back to the pillow as he realized she was, somehow, already asleep.
It had been like this since she'd been pregnant with Olivia. He'd let her get away with it then because she was carrying their child, but that was almost six months ago...
She'd never been a cover hog before.
Grabbing the edge of the blanket, he pulled, beginning what had become his nightly tug of war. Her arm wrapped around the fabric and tugged it closer. He bit the inside of his cheek in frustration; he wasn't sure why he expected any different outcome at this point, but it was worth a shot... maybe he could grab just a little more than a quarter of the top sheet tonight...
Sliding to the center of the bed, he tucked his knees behind hers and gently tried to wrench some of the sheet from her grasp. Her grip just tightened, cocooning herself in the covers, even as her head fell back against his chest.
"This," he fisted the sheet tucked under her side forcefully, "is just," and yanked, "ridiculoussss..."
The sheet gave way and he rolled, surprised, right off the bed and onto the floor.
Blinking, he ran his hands through his hair and took several steadying breaths until his view of the ceiling was obstructed by his beautiful partner's concerned face.
"What happened?" Her eyes ran the length of him - over his chest, across his hips, and down his legs tangled in the sheet - no doubt surveying for any injury. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine, I just," he raised himself to his knees, tossing the sheet back onto the mattress, "I was just doing my nightly fight for an inch of sheet and was surprised when it actually gave some..."
She raised an eyebrow, offering him her hand as he stood the rest of the way. "Nightly?"
"Yeah," he slid in next to her, thumb caressing her palm, "ever since you were about five months along with Olivia you've seemed to need every cover in our bed wrapped around you, which was fine then, but," he pressed his lips to her shoulder, "it's getting cold, baby... I'm gonna freeze all winter if I don't get at least half the sheet..."
Laughing, she nudged her leg between his and let her head fall against his chest. "Perhaps we should purchase another lightweight cover for your side of the bed... or," she kissed his jaw, hands settling low on his back, pulling him closer to her, "or we could just use body heat..."
He grinned, hands cupping her hips lightly, before closing his eyes and murmuring 'sounds good to me' against her lips.
