Title: Home Truths
Characters: Booth, Brennan
Rating: K or PG
Word Count: 159
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
Story Notes: This was written in response to a prompt at the Bones Anonymous Kink Meme. Prompt: Booth/Brennan. Toothbrush
Author note: Only three more of these, including this one. Doesn't mean I'll stop writing drabbles and ficlets -- sometimes I think that's all my baby girl's left me time to write *g* -- but it might be time to stick 'em in a different series. Maybe that's arbitrary; still, 100 seems like a nice round number. :)
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He wakes alone.
A quick turn of his head and he knows Brennan's no longer lying beside him. Breathing deeply, he inhales her scent from the other pillow. Last night they’d roared across a line that had been an artificial barrier for too long. This morning he’s fuzzy-headed from lack of sleep.
He doesn’t mind – not when he can still feel her bare skin under his fingertips.
He tiptoes to the bathroom. Pausing at the doorway, he clears his throat.
Visibly startled, she turns. “I…didn’t bring my toothbrush, and I couldn’t find an extra one.” Her cheeks flush as she waves a toothbrush at him. If he didn’t know better, he’d think she was nervous. “I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed yours.”
When only a few inches separate them, Booth brushes his hand over her sleep-tousled hair. Letting his lips curve to match the smile inside him, he says, “What’s mine is yours, Bones. Always has been."