Very short, but I hope sweet...
A soft robe. A plush towel. A black dress. Her lab coat. His white dress shirt.
Every dream he had of her at night started the same way. She turned with a smile and her clothes fell to the floor.
During the day, he had different fantasies. On his desk, on her couch. In his car. In her kitchen.
But at night, it was always the same. Sweet slip of fabric from the silk of her skin to the floor.
Miles of creamy skin for him to touch, taste, feel, worship.
Booth ran his tongue against his teeth, keeping his eyes closed just for a moment longer in the harsh morning light.
"One day, Bones," he swore more to himself in his empty room. "One day, my dreams will be a reality."