33. Horny
The early morning sun is peaking through the gap in the curtains before either have managed to get an hour of sleep. Their bare bodies are rapidly cooling, but the blankets have long been abandoned in preference to the others body.
She's thoroughly exhausted, and yet she still wants him, wants more of what he's been doing to her all night long as she lies with her leg thrown over his hip, the entire front of her body pressed to the front of his as they share slow, lazy kisses.
She hadn't expected for it to feel any different between them, that the vows they'd shared and the rings on their fingers wouldn't change a thing. Yet, somehow she loved him more, wanted the entire world to know that she is his wife and he her husband.
She smiled against his lips, murmuring a declaration of love, pulling away to meet his eyes when he squeezed her fingers tightly in his, his thumb rubbing across her ring, a grin breaking out across his face as if he'd forgotten that he'd put the ring there just hours before. Shifting her hips against his, she laughed when he whimpered her name, intending it to be a warning but resulting in a groan.
"Jesus, Bones, you're going to need to let me sleep at some point, you know?"
"We can sleep when we're dead."
"Bones, hey! That's my line, you can't just use my own line on me!"
"We're married now." She grinned, rolling him over so she could settle on top of him, "What's mine is yours," She leaned down, pressing her lips to his, "And, what's yours is mine. Therefore—" Another kiss, "Technically—" A rock of her hips, "We now share that line." A moan from her lips as he flipped her, pinning her to the mattress with his body.
"That's a small price to pay for getting to spend the rest of our lives together, Mrs Booth."