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Ficlet: Light (1/1)
B/B Touch - lerdo
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Title:  Light (1/1)
A/N:
  Ok, so I finally managed to write something that fits within the 4300 character limit for the Porn Battle.  (I hate the word "porn," but that's my own personal hang-up.)

This ficlet feels strange to me, so it may feel strange to you, too.   I know what I was trying to do, but it may not have worked for this short a piece.
Timeframe:  Sometime in the future.  Booth and Brennan are romantically involved. 
Characters: Booth, Brennan
Rating:   M or NC-17 for a little darkness and a little sex.
Summary:  "Light does the darkness most fear."
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's bound and gagged on a cold dirt floor.   Weak, milky light trickles through a tiny window set high on the wall.  The door opens, and the dead shuffle into the room, one by one.  They don't touch him—just stare.  Their mouths are sewn shut with twine, but there's a growing buzz in the air.  No, in his skull.  Like a swarm of bees or a thousand whispers. 

But that's impossible...because the dead don't talk.

****

Booth jerks awake, the dream bitter in his mouth.  His eyes fly open, but the room is swathed in darkness.  The blackness is so complete that he blinks twice, just to be sure his eyes are actually open.  A scream builds in his throat, and just when he thinks he won't be able to hold it in any longer, a light comes on.  

"Booth?"  Her voice, husky with sleep, brings him back—anchoring him to this bed, this room. 

"Yeah."

"Were you having a nightmare?"

He sits up and leans back against the headboard.  "Go back to sleep, Bones." 

"You didn't answer my question."

"I know."

Relief washes over him when she doesn't push.  Warm fingers ghost across his skin, trace his collar bone as if the secrets of the universe are written there.  "Lie back, Booth."

"Bones..."

"Lie back."  The soft weight of her bare breasts presses against his arm, and her breath whispers damply against his cheek.

Sighing, he obeys.  Sheets rustle and the bed dips as she stretches an arm out toward the light.  "Leave it on."

"All right," she says, withdrawing her hand and sitting back on her heels.   The blanket pools around her hips, revealing the pale blur of her naked torso.

Without meaning to, he finds his hand nestled against her white stomach, fingers spread wide.  She covers his hand with her own and then lifts it.  "There are 27 bones in the human hand," she  says, head bent downward.  Her hair slides forward, leaving a sliver of her face in shadow as she smooths her thumb over his hand.  Her touch is gentle but sure, and part of him relaxes slightly, even as another stiffens. 

Since she doesn't seem to expect a response, he stays silent.  Sliding his other hand underneath his head, he watches her lick the tip of his middle finger and then drag her teeth over the sensitive pad.  A shiver courses through him.  "The fingertips contain some of the densest areas of nerve endings on the human body," she says, holding his gaze without blinking.  There is a message in her eyes, and he reads it, even though she doesn't say the words.  Has never said the words.

When she lays his hand back on the bed, he feels a strange sense of loss.  But loss morphs into something else as she trails her fingers over his stomach and down to his cock.  He's half-hard already, and when she moves down on the bed to lie between his legs, half becomes fully. 

"Close your eyes," she whispers. 

He doesn't want to—he likes to watch her—but he does it anyway.  Because the words sound thick and sweet as honey, and he is melting—into her warm hand and the soft touch of her lips. 

Light flickers behind his eyelids as he threads his fingers into her silky hair and lets himself arch into moist heat.  Her tongue slides against him, and the friction makes him want to fuck her mouth, but he holds back, lets her work him to her own rhythm.  Trusting that she'll look after him.  Because he belongs to her; he knows that now, and with that knowledge comes acceptance.

She moans; the wordless sound vibrates through him.  Down into his balls, up through his cock, and still further up—through his heart.

"Are you wet?" he asks, breathing hard.

"Mmhmm," she answers, not taking her mouth from his cock. 

"Good," he says.  Then she picks up speed, and there is no more thought.  Just feeling—and the sound of her breathing and his breathing and yesBonesyes...

****

When his breathing finally slows, he opens his eyes.  She's still between his legs, her chin propped in her hand.  A thoughtful expression crosses her face before she crawls up to lie beside him.  She kisses him, and he can taste himself on her lips.  "I wanted to help...I just..." 

It's strange to see his articulate Bones fumbling for words.  He smooths her hair off her cheek and then kisses her forehead.  "I know.  Thank you."

This time, when she goes to switch off the light, he doesn't stop her. 

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After thinking about it some more, I've decided that I find this unsettling, which I'm ok with. Death is unsettling. Killing is unsettling. Nightmares about dead people are unsettling.

But hey! I ain't complaining! You make strange HOTT so it's all good in the hood. Haha! ;)

LOL Thanks, Sam.

Late to the prom on this one; busy all day pretty much.

This is terrific!

Please stop saying you're late. One can never be late when it comes to reading my ramblings. There's no expiration date. :)

This is terrific!

Thank you, my friend.

Strange? Perhaps. I don’t know. It’s… different. Not bad, only different. I don’t know explain it (and in this case the problem isn’t my english, I couldn’t explain it in spanish either)

But the fic is great and wonderful, and I like it. I love that Brennan tried to relax Booth like that, without words, only with her mouth and her lips and her strokes. Lovely Brennan *sigh*

Then she picks up speed, and there is no more thought. Just feeling—and the sound of her breathing and his breathing and yesBonesyes... *wow*

Besos

I don’t know explain it (and in this case the problem isn’t my english, I couldn’t explain it in spanish either)

That's ok; I don't mind. :) I've decided that I find this unsettling. But I'm fine with that because the things Booth has done and endured are unsettling.

I love that Brennan tried to relax Booth like that, without words, only with her mouth and her lips and her strokes.

Sometimes words don't suffice.

Thank you for commenting, Isabel.

Lovely.

*Because the words sound thick and sweet as honey, and he is melting—into her warm hand and the soft touch of her lips.*

Loved that.

x

Thanks, Kate. *hugs*

To me it feels more sad than strange - that Booth is still having nightmares and Brennan isn't quite sure how to respond (though the fact that she wants to help is surely enough).


Yes, it is sad--the things that people carry with them. Her response was pretty practical; even if it did nothing else, it probably helped him fall back asleep. But I'd argue that it meant more than that to Booth.

Thanks for reading and commenting, Elena.

What was it Angela said in 'soldier on the grave' something about knowing when just a simple touch can say it all. I think Bren has perfected that!
Beautiful fic - thank you for letting us read. It sure made my remaining 1½ of work much more pleasant!

*nods* Yes, Angela did say that to Brennan. :)

Thank you; I'm happy this made your workday a little easier. BTW, I got your msg and will respond to you soon, I promise.

i wouldn't say strange, diferent maybe. but it doesn't matter because it's amazing.
bones not really knowing what to do about Booths nightmares, but she did just fine, didn't she!

i'm adding you has a friend, if that's ok :)

Sometimes just trying to be there for someone is enough, even if you can't actually solve their problems.

Friend away. :) I added you back.

Thanks for commenting, Kiska!

It is strange. Not terribly so but it has a different, slightly different feel to your other stuff.

I liked it (BIG SURPRISE! lol) I really saw them, the colour of the light on the wall, warm but jarring in the deep dark. Brennan and Booth together. It's nice to see what you read, without having to force it.

It is strange. Not terribly so but it has a different, slightly different feel to your other stuff.

*nods*

And ha! See, this time Brennan took care of Booth. It's arguable, though, that a partner's satisfaction feels good for the giver, too.

I'm glad you could picture this in your head. Thanks.

I'm going to be honest.. it felt a little strange to me. But it stills being good :D It's nothing negative, maybe.. different is the right word
I loved it anyway xD

When it comes to me, you can NEVER go wrong by being honest, Sara, even if being honest means saying you didn't like whatever I wrote. :)

I think I've figured out what word I would use for this: unsettling. And I'm ok with that. Killing is unsettling. Nightmares about dead people are unsettling.

Thanks for your honesty; I value it.

Everytime you write them in bed they may have sex but they always make love.

I love how much they love each other and they way you write them. Always. :)

Everytime you write them in bed they may have sex but they always make love.

You have no idea how happy I am that you think that. Thank you. *hugs*


You know what? I just have to read your name on my flist and it makes me smile and all happy because I know that what I'm going to read is going to be awesome!
Now this fic did feel different than your other fics but not in a bad way, imo. I guess your word "unsettling" describes it best *nod* Like you said... death, nightmares are unsettling.

Nat,
That's such a lovely thing to say; thank you very much. I'm touched that any of my stories can make you smile.

Thanks for taking the time to let me know what you thought of this one. :)

Wow. I didn't find it very strange - in fact I became quite used to this kind of fics by reading Angel/Cordelia fics that had kinda the same vibe.

Not that I'm comparing C/A to B/B because they are totally different but still... I felt a little something that was quite familiar.

Oh and I'm not saying it sucked! Far from it ;)

Melissa, your comment is fascinating. I was always a B/A girl, so I haven't read much C/A at all. But your comment has me very curious. If you happen to think of any particular C/A fic(s) that have this vibe, please let me know. I'd love to take a look.

Thank you, as always, for making the effort to read and comment. I know that takes time, so I very much appreciate it. *hugs*

I enjoyed this a lot! The tone was just so lulling and mellow :]

Thank you very much; I'm pleased you liked this. Oh, and btw, your icon is sublime.

ok, I'm feeling dumb 'cause everyone is saying that they agree, the fic is strange, but... I disagree, I don't think it's strange, weird or nothing of the sort. it's not fluff, though, it's dark and dense, it deals with booth's fears. I like the fact that brennan cares enough about him to try to soothe his fears away, even though she doesnt know how. so, she goes the way she knows how to deal with it.

dunno, maybe the dead 'talking' in the room are the ones whose lives he's taken and his being bound and gagged is his way of punishing himself for what he did to them? I'm not good at psychology, although I LOVE it, hahaha!

Don't feel dumb. There's no right or wrong way to feel; this is fiction, after all. Multiple interpretations can coexist quite comfortably.

dunno, maybe the dead 'talking' in the room are the ones whose lives he's taken and his being bound and gagged is his way of punishing himself for what he did to them?

They are whoever you think they are, and Booth is bound and gagged for whatever reason you think he is. :)

Thank you, Lucy, as always.

I think it's the beginning that is unsettling - for Booth and the reader. The stitched up mouths is like that episode in the X Files where the alien abductees have no mouths. That was horrible visually and this has that same feeling; very nightmarish in tone. So, the rest was a relief for Booth and the reader too.

I think Bones is growing in your universe because she didn't know what to say to Booth outside Cam's hospital room in The Man in the Cell, but knew she was supposed to say something. Obviously, she's worked out that actions speak louder than words. I like this very much even if it was creepy.

I haven't seen that X-Files episode, and I'm pretty sure I don't want to. Actually seeing that would be quite disturbing. And yes, there is a nightmarish feel to the first section. Makes sense, given that he IS having a nightmare. *g*

Brennan's growing in my universe and in the universe of the show. She hugs Angela spontaneously, kisses her father's cheek, and reaches out to Booth physically and emotionally when she senses he needs it (Soldier on the Grave, etc.). The woman is not a machine, and I think she's more clued in than she lets on.

Glad you thought this was a bit creepy; I thought so too!

Thanks for reading and commenting, Sara. :)

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