Jim chuckled at the words first, letting out a drawn-out pleased hum as he watched Bones take off his own shirt, his hands sliding up from Bones's knees to his hipbones, fingertips brushing lightly across skin. "No complaint. Not ever."

His hands pulled away so he could shift around a little, hips lifting off the bed to help him tug the covers down from under him, arm draped loosely across Bones's middle as he shifted closer and cuddled up to the doctor's side underneath the sheets. "You pervert," he murmured with an amused lilt, tipping his head to kiss the nook just below his shoulder, cheek brushing against the skin right after. "Sleep well, Bones."