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Beloved One (Double Drabble #33)
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Title: Beloved One  (Double Drabble #33) [I owe the title to Ben Harper.  If anyone wants the song, let me know; I'll upload it.]
Characters:  Booth, Brennan
Series:  All That Lies Between Us
Spoilers:  None
Timeline:  Future
Prompt Table:  Romance
Written for:  drabble123 
Prompt:  #2 (Hope)
Rating
:  PG
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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A warm breeze drifts across the park, bumping cotton candy clouds and whispering through the green canopy of leaves above them.  Booth exhales and looks down.  Brennan's head rests in his lap like it belongs there.  He isn't used to seeing her like this--hands quiet and still on her stomach instead of cradling bone or wielding instruments he can't name--but the sight fills his chest with something he won't label out of fear that it'll be taken away.  

Generations die and are born in between each rise and fall of her chest.

Though her eyes are closed, he knows she's awake because a hint of a smile touches the corners of her mouth.  This pulls an answering smile from him, and he wonders what colors flicker behind her eyelids.  

He plucks a single blade of grass.  Holding his breath, he brushes it across her cheek and watches her nose twitch in reaction.  Without opening her eyes, she captures his hand and cups it over her eyes, her skin smooth and sun-warmed under his palm.  

"What are you doing?"

"Hiding from the world."

"You do that a lot?"

She lifts his hand and opens her eyes.  "Only when I'm with you."

Author's Note: 
Maybe someone somewhere is wondering why I've done two of these in one day.  Well, I'm itching to write something that's longer than 200 words, but I feel like the remaining drabble123 prompts are hanging over my head, so I can't.  Yes, I'm aware that doesn't make any sense. *g*  Anyway, I'm going to try (operative word being try) to write at least two of these double drabbles per day until I've finished off all the prompts in my table.  I need to get these out of my head so I can move on.  I swear I'm not trying to spam my f-list, but if you feel spammed, close your eyes and think of England.  Oops, sorry, I mean, close your eyes or defriend me.  I promise I won't be offended. :) 

Oh, and I wrote this because it's cold and nasty here, and after the drugs finally kicked in and killed my headache, I started daydreaming about better weather.

Two lovely drabbles gifted unto us. And I understand your method in wanting one thing out of the way so that you can move ahead (kinda like the dishes that are placed by category on my island right now, so I can put them in the dishwasher in order...)

And I totally get the headache bit. I used to suffer from migraines (and I wonder how I used to make it to work, and through work, with headaches that lasted for weeks). I don't really get them anymore, but let's pet the pretty drugs, shall we? We loves them, our precious...

And I understand your method in wanting one thing out of the way so that you can move ahead (kinda like the dishes that are placed by category on my island right now, so I can put them in the dishwasher in order...)

ha ha Exactly, though I'm not nearly as orderly when it comes to dishes. *g*

Glad you don't get migraines anymore. The longest I've had a headache is about a day or two, and man, that bites. I can't even imagine having headaches that last for weeks. *shudders*

As always, thank you for your lovely comments. *hugs you*

Don't worry about spamming the flist. I love seeing these drabbles since they give me a break from studying :)

Hope you feel better. I am ready for warm weather also :P

Thanks, Emily. The headache did eventually respond to the drugs. *smiles*

I am so ready for sun and warmth and flowers and...

Generations die and are born in between each rise and fall of her chest.

Oh, gods, that is gorgeous.

Thanks, Witchy. I'm not sure where that came from, but I admit I liked it, too.

Love that their relationship has progressed to the point that there are times now that Brennan wants to hide from the world and be with Booth instead.

Thanks for reading and feeding. :)

Two-fics-a-day, two-fics-a-day (said in sing-song voice).

It's not spam, it's fun. And, as I currently have my feet placed directly against my space heater, I feel ya on the downer weather.

Hope it's now warmer on your end!

Thanks for commenting. :)

"What are you doing?"

"Hiding from the world."

"You do that a lot?"

She lifts his hand and opens her eyes. "Only when I'm with you."

Awww...and don't we all wish we had a love like that?

You were seriously feeling doubts about your writing ability? Kidding, right? Trust me, it's as good as ever, adn not going anywhere. Must be the headache talking!

Awww...and don't we all wish we had a love like that?

*smiles* Indeed.

And thank you for your reassurances; I do have doubts about my writing. I think it's a normal part of the creative process, but it can be detrimental sometimes. :\

This may be my favourite of all your drabbles. I don't know why, it's just...the scene, and the description and the moment. I felt like I was there and I fell in love with it. I also really really wanted to me in Brennen's shoes the whole time lol. And though it's never blatantly said, there is just this lovely subtle undercurrent of love coming from Booth that I melted a little bit. Thank you for this wonderful that has brightened my day and made me smile.

Thank you, Annie, for taking the time to leave me such wonderful comments. *hugs*

I can understand why you wanted to be in Brennan's shoes during this moment. *g* Booth's a hell of a (fictional) man. ;) And yes, he loves her.

That was so romantic :D :D
And you know what? Spam me more xD I love this kind of spam :D

*grins* Thank you, Sara. I think there's more spam from where that came from. ;)

Brennan's head rests in his lap like it belongs there.
Lovely scene.

Generations die and are born in between each rise and fall of her chest.
Phrases like this one can do the World a bit better.

"What are you doing?"
"Hiding from the world."
"You do that a lot?"
She lifts his hand and opens her eyes. "Only when I'm with you."

It’s so beautiful that I could cry.

This is so perfect that I can’t understand that somebody doesn’t like it.

Two double drabbles per day!!! *happy dance*

I hope that you feel better. *hugs*

Besos

*hugs you back* Thanks, Isabel. Things improved once the painkiller kicked in. *g*

aww amazing as usual!
i look forward for more stuff :D

That was so sweet ;)
I am definitely not thinking of England when I am reading your drabbles ROFLOL

Thanks!

I am definitely not thinking of England when I am reading your drabbles ROFLOL

*grins and winks at you*

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Thank you! Things improved once the painkillers kicked in.

Life feels pretty simple during the moments when you can "just be," as you put it. :)

Feel free to "spam" with your fics, I enjoy reading them. :D
I loved the short dialouge. :)

Two fics in a day is far from spam!

*smiles* I'm glad that's how you see it, Elena. Thank you, as always, for reading and feeding.

Beautiful story(like all your other ones)!
Made me smile and filled my heart with the sweetness of it. You really made my Valentine's Day better!

Aww, thank you! I'm very happy this made you smile. Your comment had the same effect on me. :)

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