Title: Under The Covers
Rating: PG
Paring: Bruce/Amy
Summary: You want to keep that bowling ball of yours warm.
Disclaimer: I don't own Judging Amy or Bruce or Amy. They belong to CBS.
Spoilers: None.
Author's Notes: From my fannish post of doom forever ago. Lauren prompted blanket and bowling ball. Yeah. Very short.

"Hey! Get your cold feet away from me!"

A giggle sounded through the room. "Like you're one to talk, Mr. Frosty."

"Are you just going to continue calling me that for the rest of our lives?"


Bruce turned to face Amy. "You're not funny."

"Sure I am, Frosty." She grinned at him, and he chuckled despite himself.

"Well, then, quit hogging the blanket. Then maybe I wouldn't be so frosty." He yanked on the quilt they shared.

"Hey!" She yanked the blanket back. "Maybe I need that more than you do."

Bruce snorted. "And how do you figure that?"

She kept her cool. "I just do. That's all."

"Oh, I get it," Bruce said, snuggling behind her and nuzzling her neck. "You want to keep that bowling ball of yours warm."

She let out a guffaw. "That's not very nice. Bowling ball."

"Aw, come on," he said, continuing to assault her neck. "That's what it looks like."

She attempted to hold back a laugh. "You're a jerk. It's yours, too, you know."

"Yeah, I know," he said softly, brushing his lips against her cheek. He rested his hand on her very pregnant stomach. "It's mine, too."