She was curled atop his chest, the strands of her auburn hair whiffling his nose when he woke. She was adorable when she slept, her face smooth, a small smile touching her mouth, and no sign of the solemnity her face often bore during the day while they worked their cases. She had a penchant for flannel pajamas, though he'd have guessed silk before they were together. He kissed her forehead lightly, and her eyes fluttered open, their cerulean depths still cloudy from sleep. "Morning," she murmured, her voice husky, as she craned her head up to kiss him good morning.

He loved that first kiss of the day. Hell, he loved everything about her. But that first kiss of the day, every day-- it was a wonderful reminder that he'd finally got what he wanted. She rolled over and stretched, then smiled at him. "You go take a shower, I'll start some coffee."

He smiled back at her. She made better coffee than he did, somehow his always ended up being both bitter and weak-- which was why he'd always stopped to buy coffee for them back when they were just partners. "Sounds good to me, Bones," he said, pausing to give her one more kiss before he made his way to the shower.

When he came out, she was sitting at the island, checking her email on her laptop, and working on a mug of coffee. He poured one for himself, then kissed the skin of her neck peeking out from under the flannel collar of her pajama top. She smiled, and turned, and kissed him back, her mouth tasting of coffee and her own sweet taste, like caramel and cinnamon.

"There's leftover pie for breakfast if you want it," she said, smiling at him. "And some ice cream."

"Pie and ice cream for breakfast? Bones, I'm a lucky, lucky, man."

She smirked. "You are."

He went to the fridge, cut himself an enormous slice, stuck it in the microwave to warm, and got out the ice cream. She laughed as he plopped two enormous scoops on top. "You're a pig," she said, lovingly.

He smiled, mumbling around the first mouthful. "Well, what am I supposed to do, not only are you brilliant and gorgeous, but you make the best apple pie I've ever eaten."

Her eyes twinkled over her coffee mug as she spoke again. "Nothing's too good for the man that I love."

Just then, the alarm back in the bedroom went off-- he'd forgotten to turn it off when they woke up before it. He smiled, told her he loved her too, and kissed her again, then headed back to turn it off. He swatted the snooze button, except the damned thing kept buzzing.

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The damned alarm kept buzzing. He slapped it again, knocking it off the bedside table, and groaned as he leaned over the side to find it and shut it off.

Sighing, he rolled onto his back, rubbing his hands over his face.

"Goddamnit," he said to himself. "You've got it bad, Seeley boy, when you stop dreaming about getting it on with her, and start dreaming she's making you pie."

It was going to be a long day. He'd better get going. That coffee shop ran out of the Kona roast that she liked by eight in the morning.