Characters: Booth, Brennan
Summary: Exactly what the title says.
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
Tangential A/N: For anyone who is wondering, I am a woman, NOT a man. My husband would be more than a little concerned if I were the latter. ;)
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They spend so much time talking—about cases and clues and criminals. But it's the perfect moments of silence that linger in Booth's memory each night as he folds his hands in prayer and asks for protection for the people he loves and the strength to do the right thing, no matter what the cost. The moments when they sit across from each other at the diner, surrounded by other people, and yet all he can see is her.
He wonders then if he'll ever tire of looking at her.
Those are the moments that he'd like to tuck inside his wallet and carry with him everywhere, like he does that picture of her when she was just a girl.
Words seem unnecessary then. Would only get in the way of what he really wants to say as she returns his gaze with that quiet smile that always makes him catch his breath... and reaffirms his faith in everything good, kind, and true in the world. He knows it's too much to hope that shy smile of hers is one she keeps just for him. Just like he knows she can't possibly realize he has a smile he saves for her alone.
And yet that doesn't keep him from wanting to reach across the table and trace the stubborn curve of her jaw with his battle-roughened fingers. Doesn't keep him from wanting to press his mouth to hers to see if she tastes like sun and sky and the open road he wants to travel someday when his work is done.
Maybe one day he will.