Disclaimer: Booth and Bones belong to Fox.

Author's Note: This is a drabble I wrote at work a few days ago. For those who are unfamiliar with the term, a drabble "is an extremely short work of fiction with exactly one hundred words (although some have extended this to mean a short story of less than 500 words)." Since this story came in at 105 words after extensive editing, I failed; I guess it's an "almost drabble." :)

Bones was asleep at her desk. Grinning, Booth set down two cups and tiptoed forward. He tickled her nose with strands of her hair.

"Wake up..."

Within seconds, Bones pinned him to the floor. Stunned, Booth blinked up at her.

"Booth?" She removed her hands from his windpipe.

"Ow."

"Don't sneak up on me."

They stood, Booth rubbing his rear.

"And to think I brought you coffee," he muttered.

"Sorry," she replied, sounding anything but.

He waited till she'd raised the steaming cup to her lips. "You drool in your sleep."

"I do not."

Bones swiped a hand over her mouth; Booth smirked.