Characters: Booth, Brennan
Summary: Exactly what the title says.
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As long as Booth has known Brennan, he's thought she spends too much time at the Jeffersonian. The house of reason is her favorite place, the place she feels most in her element; he knows that as surely as he knows all her passwords. But the starry paleness of her skin is exacerbated by the long hours she works under artificial light, tirelessly coaxing secrets from the dead like some kind of magician. Oh, he's watched her do it enough times to know it isn't actually magic, but it still seems that way. She knows things he'll never know, and he finds he's ok with that. Her brain, his heart, and maybe together they're enough.
A shiver catches him unaware sometimes when she runs gentle fingers over the shards of bone they've recovered from one godforsaken place or another. Not over him, but that doesn't stop Booth from imagining otherwise. When she catches him looking and then frowns in confusion, he coughs sharply to hide the smile playing about his mouth. They're playing a game—the two of them—and a dangerous one at that—but sooner or later one of them will cry uncle.
Though the lab is her home, he prefers her outside in the sun, where he can watch the blue of her eyes shift and swirl to match the shades of the sky that hangs above them both. Some days the air is quiet and still. Other days it whispers through trees and grass, making them sway before it pulls tendrils of hair from her ponytail and leaves them to dance against the smooth curve of her cheek.
Leave her outside long enough and he bets she'll have tiny freckles sprinkled across her nose, cheeks, and shoulders...and he'll kiss them one by one as the sun dips down into the horizon.