Oh, look what thoughts can do
Title: Oh, look what thoughts can do
Prompt: un_love_you #25 You remind me of someone.
Fandom: Bones
Pairings: B/B
Spoilers: Double trouble in the panhandle
Word Count: <500
Rating: PG
Table: Here
Summary: She isn’t Wanda, she is Temperance Brennan and this is Seeley Booth and we are not The Moosejaws. Even in costume.
Notes: Song lyrics from: Vengeance is sleeping, by Neko Case.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine (don't sue!) & I'm sorry Neko! Please don't sue me, I just love your music so much.
She doesn’t wake up in his arms, but she rolls back into his side anyway because his body is warm and the air is cool. She should have taken off her silly costume before she got into bed, but she just wanted to be Buck and Wanda for a little bit longer.
She liked Wanda Moosejaw.
She liked Buck Moosejaw.
If she had been braver, she could have run away and joined the circus, back when she was in the system (if she hadn’t been waiting). If she hadn’t been a genius, she could have justified it, which seems strange because as a genius, she can justify anything.
She should have. She could have been Wanda Moosejaw.
So she keeps the costume on, keeps her fishnets on, even though there is a snag on her thigh, where Booth (Buck) runs his thumb back and forth, trying to act offhanded and nonchalant while she (Wanda) is too close to his side.
Especially because he is softly, casually touching her, like he can. Like he does it all the time.
But they’ve been drinking vodka (because they are Russians, too). They can be Booth and Bones, and Buck and Wanda, and Boris and Natasha if she keeps her makeup on, and Boris can shout silly-sounding Russian phrases and she thinks she might be flirting with him, but it’s okay because they are married.
And when they finish the bottle it’s: you have the bed; no, you; no, you can’t sleep on the floor, and: oh, it’s fine; we are both adults; no problem; transparent; they squeeze into bed knowing they will have to touch, so they do.
Bones wonders if it would be appropriate to kiss him, knowing it would be for Wanda, but-
She isn’t Wanda, she is Temperance Brennan and this is Seeley Booth and we are not The Moosejaws. Even in costume.
But it doesn’t make her try to find some distance.
Because why can’t they be Booth and Bones and share the same bed?
Because his hand is on her thigh and she is resting her head on his arm like they are Buck and Wanda.
Buck and Wanda.
Just for a little while longer.
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When Booth wakes up, Bones is tucked against him, her arm slung clumsily across his chest, her fingers resting along the inside of his wrist where it rests near his head.
She is sleeping softly.
He resists the urge to pull her closer, to enjoy the closeness of her body. Even though he likes how her skin smells like panhandle dust and adrenalin, still lingering between them.
Later, over paperwork, he finds himself gazing and thinks he probably shouldn’t.
So he doesn’t.
finished.
Prompt: un_love_you #25 You remind me of someone.
Fandom: Bones
Pairings: B/B
Spoilers: Double trouble in the panhandle
Word Count: <500
Rating: PG
Table: Here
Summary: She isn’t Wanda, she is Temperance Brennan and this is Seeley Booth and we are not The Moosejaws. Even in costume.
Notes: Song lyrics from: Vengeance is sleeping, by Neko Case.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine (don't sue!) & I'm sorry Neko! Please don't sue me, I just love your music so much.
She doesn’t wake up in his arms, but she rolls back into his side anyway because his body is warm and the air is cool. She should have taken off her silly costume before she got into bed, but she just wanted to be Buck and Wanda for a little bit longer.
She liked Wanda Moosejaw.
She liked Buck Moosejaw.
If she had been braver, she could have run away and joined the circus, back when she was in the system (if she hadn’t been waiting). If she hadn’t been a genius, she could have justified it, which seems strange because as a genius, she can justify anything.
She should have. She could have been Wanda Moosejaw.
So she keeps the costume on, keeps her fishnets on, even though there is a snag on her thigh, where Booth (Buck) runs his thumb back and forth, trying to act offhanded and nonchalant while she (Wanda) is too close to his side.
Especially because he is softly, casually touching her, like he can. Like he does it all the time.
But they’ve been drinking vodka (because they are Russians, too). They can be Booth and Bones, and Buck and Wanda, and Boris and Natasha if she keeps her makeup on, and Boris can shout silly-sounding Russian phrases and she thinks she might be flirting with him, but it’s okay because they are married.
And when they finish the bottle it’s: you have the bed; no, you; no, you can’t sleep on the floor, and: oh, it’s fine; we are both adults; no problem; transparent; they squeeze into bed knowing they will have to touch, so they do.
Bones wonders if it would be appropriate to kiss him, knowing it would be for Wanda, but-
She isn’t Wanda, she is Temperance Brennan and this is Seeley Booth and we are not The Moosejaws. Even in costume.
But it doesn’t make her try to find some distance.
Because why can’t they be Booth and Bones and share the same bed?
Because his hand is on her thigh and she is resting her head on his arm like they are Buck and Wanda.
Buck and Wanda.
Just for a little while longer.
-------------//
When Booth wakes up, Bones is tucked against him, her arm slung clumsily across his chest, her fingers resting along the inside of his wrist where it rests near his head.
She is sleeping softly.
He resists the urge to pull her closer, to enjoy the closeness of her body. Even though he likes how her skin smells like panhandle dust and adrenalin, still lingering between them.
Later, over paperwork, he finds himself gazing and thinks he probably shouldn’t.
So he doesn’t.
finished.