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Fic: Things Unsaid (Double Drabble #6)

Title:  Things Unsaid (Double Drabble #6)
Series:  All That Lies Between Us
Word Count: 200
Characters: Brennan, Booth
Prompt: Confession (Thanks, TemperTemper!)
Story Notes:
The following is a double drabble—200 word vignette—set in the future.
Author Notes: Thanks for the comments, hugs, and support. I appreciate them all and will respond to you as soon as I can. I don't reply because I feel obligated; I do it because I think of the back and forth as little conversations, and I enjoy them.

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Moonlight slants through partially closed blinds, striping Booth's body with light and shadow. Temperance props her head on her hand and waits. With the first snore, she inches closer.

Her chest constricts at the sight of his left hand, which rests palm-up on his pillow, fingers half-curled. The position makes him look vulnerable—a word she doesn't associate with him.

Since her parents disappeared when she was fifteen, she has memories of them from before that. Though they weren't really Matthew and Christine Brennan, surely not everything about their life, her life, was a lie. Sometimes she sifts through the memories, separating lies from truth.

The way her father looked at her mother. Temperance remembers, and wonders.

Sometimes she catches a similar expression on Booth's face.

“Stop looking at me like that. I hate it,” she whispers. “I don't want to look at you like that, either. I'm...scared...maybe I already do. What happens when you leave, Booth?”

Anger compels her to move. But his sleep-roughened voice beckons her. “Bones? What're you doing?”

Booth reaches out and tugs her back against him. As his warm breath tickles her neck, Temperance wonders how long he'd been awake.

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Got me with the palm up/vulnerable image :sigh: Thanks for a nice little image to carry around.

Thank you for commenting. If only everyone had a little Booth they could carry around. *g*

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