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Prismatic (Batch #3)

Title:  Prismatic
Summary:  Fifty sentences about Booth and Brennan--together and as individuals.
Everything through The Santa in the Slush is fair game.
Word Count: 260
Rating:   PG-13 or T
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This piece of writing is purely mean to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
Notes:  I owe a lot of people replies; I read everything, but I'm perpetually behind on responding.  Just please don't take it personally, as I'm not intentionally ignoring anyone.  My DH is in Toledo this wkend campaigning for Obama, so hopefully I can do some catching up over the next few days. :)


16. Hands

There are twenty-seven bones in the human hand, and the same hands that can wield a gun with lethal accuracy touch her with more gentleness than she's ever known before; it is the latter fact Brennan clings to in the face of every fear and doubt her mind manufactures whenever they are apart.

17. Smile

"I love you," Booth says one morning, and she can tell from the patient look he gives her that he doesn't expect her to say it back, but she's wondered for some time now what those words would taste like, so she touches his arm and says, "I love you, too," and the lingering sweetness in her mouth and in his smile convince her of the truth of it.

18. Forever

Eternity is for fairy tales and fanatics, but as she brushes her fingers over Booth's graying hair and watches his eyes move beneath his eyelids, she cannot help but wish they had at least a thousand more years together.

19. Devotion

The air is free of incense, and not a single wick flickers and burns, but in the darkness of their bedroom, the words they whisper and the way their bodies bend and kneel take on the spirit of sacrament.

20. Blood

Booth's face is bloody and bruised, but he's alive, and her relief is so great she wants to vomit, throw herself into his arms, and hit him for letting himself be abducted in the first place; logic and decorum dictate otherwise, so she settles for untying him and letting her eyes communicate what she won't allow her body to say.

To be continued...

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