"Seriously? Who set the alarm to go off at 6 am on Saturday morning?" Booth pulled the sheets over his head. "I'm not getting up."
"Booth...you promised to go with me to the opening of the new jellyfish exhibit at the aquarium. The VIP tour starts at 8:30 am. I don't want to be late." Brennan pulled the sheets away from Booth's face and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Christine's excited, too. You don't want to disappoint her, do you?"
"I don't remember saying I'd go. I think you're making it up so you don't have to chase all those little kids by yourself. Can I please sleep a little bit longer? Please? It won't take me long to get ready. I promise I'll be ready in time." He was using his best sad puppy dog eyes on her, which she usually found irresistible. He even added a few extra notes of pleading to his voice, but his wife wasn't falling for it.
"If you sleep longer, you'll be rushing around trying to get ready on time, which makes me stressed, and you'll be irritable for the rest of the day. It's better to get up now and take your time getting ready."
Booth realized desperate times called for desperate measures. He reached out and embraced his wife, pulling her down next to him in bed. He nibbled her ear and kissed her neck. "Please? Can't we stay in bed just a little bit longer? I'll make it worth your while…." He caressed her gently and kissed her again.
"Booth…" she moaned…"I...don't want...to be late…" She was trying to talk between kisses, but finally gave up...she and Booth would stay in bed a little longer.
After all….who cares about jellyfish, anyway?