Fade Into You (Double Drabble #32)
Title: Fade Into You (Double Drabble #32) [I owe the title to Mazzy Star. If anyone wants the song, let me know; I'll upload it.]
Characters: Booth, Brennan
Spoilers: None
Timeline: Future
Prompt Table: Romance
Written for:
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Prompt: #9 (Memory)
Rating: PG-13 to be safe.
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
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He knows he doesn't deserve her--knows it in his gut and in his bones--as surely as he knows how many lives he's taken--but he won't give her up. Can't. Because the light that dawns in her cloudless eyes as she tilts her head back to look at him feels as real as the sand and the burning sunlight that still fill his mouth. She smiles, and he gasps, snared by the gentle curvature of lips and cheeks. The sound echoes in the afternoon stillness, but he's helpless to stop it because the tiny movement hits him squarely in the solar plexus, simultaneously stealing his breath and returning it to him.
As he sinks into her, she arches her hips and welcomes his weight with a whispered "Booth," disturbing the air around them with that single word. Not wanting to hear his name, he covers her soft lips with his own--and tastes absolution. An illusion, of course. Still, for one bright, hard moment, he wants to forget who and what he is and just be a shadow pressed against her warm skin and pliant muscle.
Beneath him, she moves, strong fingers digging into his shoulders. He closes his eyes. Forgetting. Remembering.
Author's Note: My head is killing me. Why am I boring you with that? I don't know. But still, my head is killing me.
Characters: Booth, Brennan
Spoilers: None
Timeline: Future
Prompt Table: Romance
Written for:
drabble123
Prompt: #9 (Memory)
Rating: PG-13 to be safe.
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
Click here for fic index.
Click here to read the other drabbles in this series.
He knows he doesn't deserve her--knows it in his gut and in his bones--as surely as he knows how many lives he's taken--but he won't give her up. Can't. Because the light that dawns in her cloudless eyes as she tilts her head back to look at him feels as real as the sand and the burning sunlight that still fill his mouth. She smiles, and he gasps, snared by the gentle curvature of lips and cheeks. The sound echoes in the afternoon stillness, but he's helpless to stop it because the tiny movement hits him squarely in the solar plexus, simultaneously stealing his breath and returning it to him.
As he sinks into her, she arches her hips and welcomes his weight with a whispered "Booth," disturbing the air around them with that single word. Not wanting to hear his name, he covers her soft lips with his own--and tastes absolution. An illusion, of course. Still, for one bright, hard moment, he wants to forget who and what he is and just be a shadow pressed against her warm skin and pliant muscle.
Beneath him, she moves, strong fingers digging into his shoulders. He closes his eyes. Forgetting. Remembering.
Author's Note: My head is killing me. Why am I boring you with that? I don't know. But still, my head is killing me.