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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.


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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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ugh, nevermind the typos, mmkay? I have some kind of digital dyslexia, it seems.

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