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Mood: Silly ]
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Currently: Eating Breakfast ]
So two nights ago, I had the weirdest dream. Bones and Booth had a romantic, hurt comfort filled sex in my dream.
No, I wasn’t Bones. Nor was I Booth for that matter. It was a third person dream and it was angsty and quite sappy. And no, it wasn’t a porn inspired, sex gymnastic fest. Just sweet and slow. Very Harlequiny.
But here’s the thing, I have gone on record as saying as soon as those two hit the sack, the show is over. In fact, I was pleased when the writers/producers gave us Angela and Hodgins so that our relationship meter would be full. Cause it meant the show would keep running.
So why the dream? Well it’s not because the Husband Unit isn’t attentive. He is the most romantic man I have ever met. In fact there is a line up of people waiting to take him if we ever break-up. Seriously, I would loose most of my friends. At the front is a lesbian friend who just wants him for the caretaking stuff he does.
Maybe it’s pregnancy. Dreams are more vivid when you are pregnant. I just didn’t realize they were sponsored by fanfic.net.