BONES FIC: Wrong
Title: Wrong
Author: nevermoreagain
Spoilers: none
It’s wrong. It is so far past wrong that there is no possibility of finding a way back to right. It’s all wrong. The wrong time, the wrong light, the wrong smell, the wrong taste. It shouldn’t taste like this. Bitter. My mouth is full of ash from the bridges that were scorched away.
There’s no sweet perfume or intoxicating cologne. There is rum, sweat, and the faintest smell of disinfectant. How sterile this was; how wrong.
These were the wrong eyes, so I close mine. I can’t look at these eyes, not when they are wrong. This wasn’t breaking the laws of physics. This was carnal. This was fucking.
She didn’t seem to mind though. She brought it up as if it were nothing, fishing for something. What, I’m not completely sure. Even after all this time, she is still somewhat of an enigma to me. Enigma, wouldn’t she be proud.
I still can’t help but think that she looked the slightest bit hurt, the slightest bit of discomfort and disappointment rimming her eyes and tainting her voice. And I might just be that fucked up that I believe it’s true.
She was mad though that I didn’t tell her. I don’t see why. I never wanted her to know about this. This was wrong, and I hate being wrong. Especially around her. Maybe I just hate that she’s usually right. Maybe it’s just that I don’t want her to know that I want a physics lesson from her.
I grunted a release and rolled over with my arm over my eyes. Seeking refuge from these thoughts of her.
“Wow Seeley. You sure don’t need any temperance,” wrong-eyes said.
My eyes snapped open over to her. “What?”
“When you came, you said ‘temperance’. But let me tell you that you were fantastic! You don’t need to temper anything.”
I couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry.
Author: nevermoreagain
Spoilers: none
It’s wrong. It is so far past wrong that there is no possibility of finding a way back to right. It’s all wrong. The wrong time, the wrong light, the wrong smell, the wrong taste. It shouldn’t taste like this. Bitter. My mouth is full of ash from the bridges that were scorched away.
There’s no sweet perfume or intoxicating cologne. There is rum, sweat, and the faintest smell of disinfectant. How sterile this was; how wrong.
These were the wrong eyes, so I close mine. I can’t look at these eyes, not when they are wrong. This wasn’t breaking the laws of physics. This was carnal. This was fucking.
She didn’t seem to mind though. She brought it up as if it were nothing, fishing for something. What, I’m not completely sure. Even after all this time, she is still somewhat of an enigma to me. Enigma, wouldn’t she be proud.
I still can’t help but think that she looked the slightest bit hurt, the slightest bit of discomfort and disappointment rimming her eyes and tainting her voice. And I might just be that fucked up that I believe it’s true.
She was mad though that I didn’t tell her. I don’t see why. I never wanted her to know about this. This was wrong, and I hate being wrong. Especially around her. Maybe I just hate that she’s usually right. Maybe it’s just that I don’t want her to know that I want a physics lesson from her.
I grunted a release and rolled over with my arm over my eyes. Seeking refuge from these thoughts of her.
“Wow Seeley. You sure don’t need any temperance,” wrong-eyes said.
My eyes snapped open over to her. “What?”
“When you came, you said ‘temperance’. But let me tell you that you were fantastic! You don’t need to temper anything.”
I couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry.