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Salt (Ficlet #31)
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Title: Salt (Ficlet #31)
Characters: Booth, Brennan
Series:  All That Lies Between Us
Written for:50scenes
Prompt: #21 (Underneath)
Rating: T or PG-13
Table:  #5
Word Count: 353
Timeline:  Future 

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The vibration from the door slamming shut wakes Brennan from the light slumber she fell into while waiting for Booth to return from the gym.  She pushes herself upright on his couch, feeling her muscles protest.

"Hey."  The floor creaks as he walks toward her.

"Hi," she replies, blinking up at Booth and trying to shake off the vestiges of a dream that has left her warm and slightly aroused, though she can't recall any specific images, just impressions. 

They only exchanged keys last week, so this--being in his apartment when he isn't there--still feels strange.

"You have a good nap?"  Booth grasps the hem of his gray t-shirt and pulls it up to wipe his face.

The flash of skin and abdominal muscle leaves her distracted.  "Hm," she says, struggling to focus.  Parts of the shirt are stained a darker gray, and she knows he had a good workout.  His face is flushed, his hair damp and messy.  But it has always been his dark eyes and facile mouth that have drawn her steadily toward the precipice.

When they were partners, she'd carefully controlled whatever impulses she had to touch him, surrendering only under the guise of needing comfort.  But they'd eventually crossed those imaginary lines and fallen headlong into the territory of lovers.  Now here they are, and there is no one to see them, no one to stop them as the fading light of the sun moves over them both. 

It is, after all,  a lover's prerogative to touch the object of her desire, she tells herself, standing and sliding her hands under his shirt and over hot, moist skin. 

"Bones, I'm sweaty."

"I know," she murmurs against his pulse.  "I like it."  Tasting salt, she shudders.  More than anything, she wants to crawl underneath his skin, but that isn't possible, so she'll settle for this. 

The hunger terrifies her, but that doesn't keep her from pushing him until his back kisses the wall.  Bending, she reaches for the waistband of his shorts.  

"Bones." 

She looks up at him.

"Bones..."

She smiles.

Author's Note:  Thank you to everyone who encouraged me when I was feeling less than good about my writing; I really appreciate it.  I forced myself to push through it, and this is what came out.

More than anything, she wants to crawl underneath his skin, but that isn't possible, so she'll settle for this.

Possession is nine-tenths of the law...

Uh huh. I'm glad you forced yourself, missy.

Brings a whole new meaning to my icon.

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sexy.

That's pretty much what I've got to say.

Ok. I don't understand. I've reading your fics for months, I've reading other fics too and I can tell you, for sure, that yours are the betters Bones-fic I've ever read. When I read The House is on Fire, whoa, I lost my breath... That is why a read you, because I love the show, but in your writes you can know what they are thinking or feeling...I'm from Spain and here are in episode 3x05 so I've not seen The Knight on the Grid yet, in the meantime I enjoy what you post.
I haven't write you before because... well... first of all... my write english is horrible (don't talk about speak english), but I read it very fast and I can understand it (that's other reason for read you: learning). In other hand I don't feel very comfortable about blogs. I know, look who talk, I check this place every day. But... I don't know you and I don't feel very well reading your life it's...weird... I'm a mess. Just I put myself in your place and think: Why is this girl across the ocean reading me? And I don't know if I'd like that.
Ok. This is getting long. Just say you that YOU ARE A GOOD WRITER. I don't know if that is your job or is a hobby, nor you're a books writer or a news writer or what... Aswell, I can tell you you're good with people and you've got wanderful ideas (Wendnesday Smiles). So... when you feel less than good think you've readers around the world...

I'll be waiting for your fics...

Besos.

Julia. (yluxjf@hotmail.com)

This is very nice. But, again, you know I like you writing, I'd be repetitive to say that it's wonderful, well-written and stuff. You know I'll say that.

It seems to me that someone bullied you into thinking you're not good. Too bad, since there are so many crappy fanfic writers that shouldn't write anymore - and perhaps someone might think the same of me, since my skills are not nearly as god as I wanted them to be. But to bad that won't stop me.

What I wanted to say is that you shouldn't allow that. Yes, some will consider what you write as bad writing, but yu don't have to accept it. I've learnt it the hard way and now I allow myself to first of all enjoy what I write and then, consequently, people will like it as well. If they don't, too bad, I do. But you get what I mean? I'm not justing writing that, I hope you believe when I say I mean it. It annoys me some people being way too arrogant to tell the others they suck and how that steal their perspective. I know I've spent way too much time encouraging students who are more talented then people made they believe they were. And the same goes here. Trust me on that, I know what i'm talking about :)

Keep writing!


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Sweaty men that you are attracted to amplifies their appeal, I agree. Its obvious she can't resist him!

As usual: terrific. I can "see" this scene, even if Fox won't let me. :-)

Never doubt your talent: you're a fabulous, fabulous, writer. ::hugs::

Sweaty Booth.

Wow...

*shakes head to clear thoughts*

Sure, throw that in there and expect me to string together two words to let you know how much I adore this fic.

Wow.

:)

Had to smile at how my brain works. It linked "she reaches for the waistband of his shorts" and your "this is what came out".

Yes, there is a 12yr old boy who lives inside me, and he keeps me smirking at the most absurd times :P

hahahahahahahaha

You win at life, Piper. That is all.

It is, after all, a lover's prerogative to touch the object of her desire, she tells herself, standing and sliding her hands under his shirt and over hot, moist skin.

and...

The hunger terrifies her, but that doesn't keep her from pushing him until his back kisses the wall.

What I like about this so much is how you show the inner workings of Brennan's mind, a woman on a precipice. Sure, she can be an animal in the sack. Distanced passion she has always been good at. But she's also learned to trust another human being. And now the merging of the two brings on a whole new territory for her. The trepidation she feels for the truely frightening event of being able to safely objectify her very human love... wow. Deep.

Bending, she reaches for the waistband of his shorts.

And well, that was just hot. :) Tee-hee... :)

I'm with Brennan. There's something very sexy about sweat. And her being all aggressive - yum.

Thank you. What's not to like about sweaty Booth? *g*

wow, somehow that was very hot!
thank you again for the Booth and Brennan you are writing so realistically , they have helped me get in the characters and love them even more.

Thank you, Ana. It's wonderful if my stories have helped increase your enjoyment of the show. :)

Wow, I'm glad you managed to force yourself to write this, because it is great - I really like these glimpses of their future life.

The flash of skin and abdominal muscle leaves her distracted.

I'm sure Booth would have that effect on all of us :)

I'm sure Booth would have that effect on all of us :)

I suspect you're right about that, Elena. ;)

Thanks for commenting!


sweat, skin, Booth = icon.

P.S. I blame the bad!fic splurge you had last week for the sudden self doubt you experienced.
Frankly, my dear, you have nothing to worry about. Your phrasing and timing are nothing short of perfect, making this old bat decidedly hot under the collar. Every time.

Edited at 2008-02-13 08:56 pm (UTC)

Your icon is sweaty, salty perfection. :) God, that man. *fans self*

You could be right about the bad!fic episodes triggering the feelings of discouragement about my writing. Writing means a lot to me, and I've spent a long time trapped in my own self-doubt. I think it's good to view your work with a critical eye, but there's a fine line between being critical and blocking yourself. That's something I struggle with. I'm sure I'm not alone in this. :)

Thanks for your encouragement, Sara.

...making this old bat decidedly hot under the collar.

Old bat? Surely not that. *giggles*

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