Characters: Booth, Brennan
Series: All That Lies Between Us
Spoilers: None
Timeline: Future
Prompt Table: Romance
Written for:
drabble123 Prompt: #2 (Hope)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
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A warm breeze drifts across the park, bumping cotton candy clouds and whispering through the green canopy of leaves above them. Booth exhales and looks down. Brennan's head rests in his lap like it belongs there. He isn't used to seeing her like this--hands quiet and still on her stomach instead of cradling bone or wielding instruments he can't name--but the sight fills his chest with something he won't label out of fear that it'll be taken away.
Generations die and are born in between each rise and fall of her chest.
Though her eyes are closed, he knows she's awake because a hint of a smile touches the corners of her mouth. This pulls an answering smile from him, and he wonders what colors flicker behind her eyelids.
He plucks a single blade of grass. Holding his breath, he brushes it across her cheek and watches her nose twitch in reaction. Without opening her eyes, she captures his hand and cups it over her eyes, her skin smooth and sun-warmed under his palm.
"What are you doing?"
"Hiding from the world."
"You do that a lot?"
She lifts his hand and opens her eyes. "Only when I'm with you."
Author's Note: Maybe someone somewhere is wondering why I've done two of these in one day. Well, I'm itching to write something that's longer than 200 words, but I feel like the remainingdrabble123 prompts are hanging over my head, so I can't. Yes, I'm aware that doesn't make any sense. *g* Anyway, I'm going to try (operative word being try) to write at least two of these double drabbles per day until I've finished off all the prompts in my table. I need to get these out of my head so I can move on. I swear I'm not trying to spam my f-list, but if you feel spammed, close your eyes and think of England. Oops, sorry, I mean, close your eyes or defriend me. I promise I won't be offended. :)
Oh, and I wrote this because it's cold and nasty here, and after the drugs finally kicked in and killed my headache, I started daydreaming about better weather.
Generations die and are born in between each rise and fall of her chest.
Though her eyes are closed, he knows she's awake because a hint of a smile touches the corners of her mouth. This pulls an answering smile from him, and he wonders what colors flicker behind her eyelids.
He plucks a single blade of grass. Holding his breath, he brushes it across her cheek and watches her nose twitch in reaction. Without opening her eyes, she captures his hand and cups it over her eyes, her skin smooth and sun-warmed under his palm.
"What are you doing?"
"Hiding from the world."
"You do that a lot?"
She lifts his hand and opens her eyes. "Only when I'm with you."
Author's Note: Maybe someone somewhere is wondering why I've done two of these in one day. Well, I'm itching to write something that's longer than 200 words, but I feel like the remaining
drabble123 prompts are hanging over my head, so I can't. Yes, I'm aware that doesn't make any sense. *g* Anyway, I'm going to try (operative word being try) to write at least two of these double drabbles per day until I've finished off all the prompts in my table. I need to get these out of my head so I can move on. I swear I'm not trying to spam my f-list, but if you feel spammed, close your eyes and think of England. Oops, sorry, I mean, close your eyes or defriend me. I promise I won't be offended. :) Oh, and I wrote this because it's cold and nasty here, and after the drugs finally kicked in and killed my headache, I started daydreaming about better weather.
