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[leftwithmybones]

He's so damn cold.

Every time that the winter rolls around, his bones ache right down to the very bottom of his stomach. He's bundled up in three damn layers and he's got a thick coat on and he's inside. He's inside and he's staring up at the mistletoe that's popped up in the middle of their new little townhouse -- which looks nice enough, even if it's not the home he built for himself.

And now, he's got a strange place to live, he's stuck under the mistletoe, and he's so damn cold -- the scarf around his neck only barely starting to warm him up.

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[leftwithmybones]

"You damn well better be, because if I catch anything from you, it's going to be your ass on the couch," he says pointedly, reaching out to help rid Jim of the shirt. He reaches out, tousling Jim's hair lightly. "Not your junk, but someone's. Lots of someones, with lots of lectures about the dangers of too much sex, and unprotected, at that."

[chasedthestars]

"There's no such thing as too much sex," says Jim, undoing his pants and pushing them over his hips. "Unprotected, maybe, if both partners aren't regularly tested. Fortunately."

He grabs Bones' hips to bring their bodies flush together. "That's not a problem for us."

[leftwithmybones]

"No, can't see how it would be, what with you and I both being monogamous, now," he murmurs low and fond, a grin spreading over his face as he moves just in the right way to push his hips against Jim's, trying to elicit one of those perfect noises from him. "Besides, thanks to those tapes, I know everything, now."

[chasedthestars]

Jim closes his eyes, throat caught around a low hum of approval as Bones grinds their bodies lightly together. "Not firsthand," he murmurs, opening his eyes again to check the water. "But in this new suite, we can check all kinds of crazy bathroom sex off the list."

[leftwithmybones]

"Didn't realize there was a list," he says, but damn if he isn't surprised that there is one. He snorts mildly as he leans over to catch Jim on his way back up, sliding a hand around to the small of his back to hitch him in closer. "C'mon. Get the boxers off, see if the bruises are anything I ought to worry about."