"We don't own too much of the beach," Jim rumbled, leaving his cheek against Bones' stomach where he could hear the little gurgles of the digestive system at work. "Just enough for us.. I'd like a run on the beach, though, if you're up for company during it." He closed his eyes, content to stay like this.

"You're in the perfect shape for him. It's the exact shape he likes his doctors in. At least his chief ones." He smirked, reaching around and squeezing what was his. "Specially this part. I happen to know he really likes this shaped ass right here."