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Bones Ficlet: On Your Shore (#10 in Into the Fire)
B/B Across the Table
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Title: On Your Shore
Pairing: Booth/Brennan
Series: Into the Fire
Series Summary:  This is a series of oneshot 300-word ficlets about Booth and Brennan crossing the line over and over again.
Prompt: #7 (Boundaries)
Prompt Table: Sex
Written for:  drabble123
Word Count:
300
Rating:
PG-ish
Spoilers: 
None
Disclaimer:
Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
Feedback:
is always appreciated. Thank you very much to all who comment!
Note:
Think of this as taking place sometime after Fire.  You might want to read that first.

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Click for the other ficlets in this series.


They haven’t talked about it yet – whatever it is they’re doing on the nights when she shows up on his doorstep with a bottle of wine in her hand and a promise in her eyes. 

There is daytime Booth and Brennan:  he urges her forward with a touch at her back and shoots her narrowed glances over the tops of his shades.  She rolls her eyes and quirks her lips when he extols the virtues of eating meat.

Then there is nighttime Booth and Brennan:  at 3:00 A.M., Booth finishes a stakeout and finds his truck slicing through the night on a course to her place, not his.  Shoulders tight, he unlocks her door, exhaling only once he’s stepped inside.

He doesn’t need it to maneuver his way into her kitchen, but the light above her stove twinkles, pushing away the shadows that peer over Booth’s shoulder.  She left it on for him.  The thought makes him smile – until he catches his mind wandering to lighthouses and lonely sailors on dark oceans – and he silently calls himself an idiot.

The sour cream and onion chips he likes but never asked her to buy sit in a cabinet, leaning against her SunChips.  He shovels a handful into his mouth before switching off the light and trailing down to her bedroom. 

Too tired to brush, he yanks off his clothes and dumps them on the floor before lifting the blanket and sliding in behind her.  His fingers smooth over the bare skin of her back, lingering in a way they don’t during the day. 

A sigh.  “Booth?” she murmurs.

“Yeah.”  Stroking her hair, he kisses her shoulder.

Another sigh, then, “Love you.”

He freezes, telling himself it doesn’t count because she’s asleep.

But the words echo long after Brennan resumes snoring softly.    


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*is dead*

I LOVE this *drifts to happy place*

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