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I woke slowly. Eyes still closed, I snuggled into the warm body that was tangled up with me. Breathing deeply, I inhaled his scent and nuzzled my face into his neck while my hands clutched the front of his t-shirt. One of my legs was thrown over his body, a habit of mine. I read somewhere that this was my way of 'staking my claim'. I hate psychology. It's a soft scien-

"You think too much." I heard him murmur, his lips close to my ear. I shivered and then flipped over so that my back was pressed to his chest. He wrapped an arm around my waist and tightened his hold on me, nuzzling the back of my neck. Opening my eyes, I looked at the clock on my night table. The large and slightly obnoxious green numbers told me that it was noon.

Groaning, I flipped onto my stomach. Once I wake up, I can't sit still. I continued to squirm around until Booth flipped me onto my back and laid down on top of me. He wasn't crushing me, just keeping me still. I absentmindedly ran my fingers through his hair and he groaned into my stomach, where his head rested.

"Bones, I'm trying to sleep. Can you just sit still for a bit?" He asked, slurring his words.

"Well, I'm awake and I can't move with you on top of me so what else am I supposed to do? It's noon!" That got him to pick his head up off my stomach and blink confusedly at me. I grinned- he looked like a puppy waking up from a nap. All of a sudden he jumped off of me like he had been burned.

"What's wrong?" I asked, confused as he stood next to the bed in his t-shirt and boxers, sputtering.

"You..we... I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking, I just..." He gestured wildly from the bed to me, his eyes wide, a blush creeping up his neck. I found all of this absolutely adorable. Ok, I've given up the whole 'Just partners' thing. At least in my mind.

"It's ok. I was actually pretty comfortable." Feeling the blush creep up my neck, I gave myself a mental head slap. I did NOT just admit that!

"That's good to know, Bones." The charm smile was out in full force, much to my liking. He waggled his eyebrows at me. "Want lunch? I ran out and grabbed some stuff while you were sleeping."

"And then you joined me, apparently." I teased.

"Well, yeah. I watched TV for a bit and then got bored."

"Booth..." I said warningly. "I don't have a TV..."

"You do now! Come on, I'll show you!" He grabbed my hand and hauled me out of bed. There in the middle of my living room wall, was the largest flat screen TV I had ever seen. I gaped at him. I looked at the TV, and then him, then the TV. I noticed we were still holding hands, but I didn't say anything. I was savoring the physical contact.

"Booth? I don't watch TV." I said, hating to smash his bubble.

"I know!" He was still grinning like a kid in a candy shop. "But I do! This is great! You can do all the boring paperwork for our cases and I can still watch the Patriots game!" I advanced on him, and he took a step back. I kept this up until he felt his knees hit the back of my couch. The force knocked him backwards onto it, and our joined hands pulled me down on top of him. When I finally realized our position, I froze.

I was straddling him, my knees on the couch on either side of him. Our hands were still entwined, and I was staring at him like a deer in the headlights.

I saw the charming smirk before I heard it in his voice. "Comfortable now, Bones?"

"You can do the paperwork, I'll read."

"Reading is boring!" He exclaimed.

"Is not! Well who is going to watch the TV then!" I asked, outraged.

"Actually, that is MY TV. I want to get a new one anyway, so you're getting my old one. Or I could just move into your guest room..."

Yes! I thought. But I answered "No, you are NOT moving in with me."

"Why not? We spend all of our time together anyway." He sat up, so that I was now firmly installed in his lap. Then he took our two sets of entwined hands and used them to force me onto my back, holding my wrists above my head. Mr. Dominant A. Testosterone. I guess he likes being on top.

"Because we aren't dating!" I blurted. He raised an eyebrow.

"We can do something about that..." He added suggestively. Lowering his head, he stopped when his lips were millimeters from mine.

"Seeley..." I warned. He kissed me anyway, soft and sweet, powerful and demanding, sensitive and caring.

"You asked for it." He said when he pulled back.

"Did not!" I said. I was panting from the simple kiss.

"Maybe not, but you enjoyed it..." Can't argue with that one. I snapped my mouth shut. He chuckled.

"Thought so. And you called me Seeley." He said.

Now I got cocky. "And that has an effect on you, does it Seeley?" I asked, batting my eyelashes. I got a groan in response.

"Stop flirting with me, Bones. We're playing with fire."

I screwed up my face, confused. "I don't know what that means." He was staring at me. "What?" I added, self conscious.

"You are so cute when you are confused."

"I am NOT cute!" I answered, mad.

"Am I?" He asked, still holding me in place on the couch with his body.

"No, you're sexy." I jerked a hand out of his grip and clapped it over my mouth. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Now you've done it. He hates you. Stupid.

"Aw, shucks Bones. I never knew." I leaned up and kissed him with all I had, just to wipe that cocky smile off his face. It went a bit farther than expected because next thing I knew we had fallen off the couch on to the floor and I was on top again with his tongue in my mouth. This time I managed to grab his wrists and pin them above his head, so that when we broke apart I said,

"Shut up."

He didn't respond, he just rolled me over and kissed me again. And that's how we ended up making out on my living room floor.