"What we're doing?" Jim asks, running a hand down Bones' side to cup his ass. "Think that's pretty obvious, Bones." He grins, but he knows what the other man means, and after a moment his expression gentles. "What do you want to be doing?" he asks, pushing a stray lock of hair from Bones' temple. "You don't do quickies, you said so. And you love me, and I love you. So why don't we just be together? In all the ways that means."