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Fic: Before and After (1/1)
B/B Dreaming - lerdo
only_more_love
Title:  Before and After
Characters: 
Booth, Brennan
Timeline:  Set during The Santa in the Slush
Summary:  Sometimes a kiss is just a kiss, and sometimes...
Spoilers:  For The Santa in the Slush
Notes: This is for Kerry, for reminding me what it's like to be transported by a story.

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Insistent hands on his lapels tug him forward, hold him in place. (As if he would run. As if he could.)

Line.

Scientist’s mouth, but there is nothing cool or objective about the way it touches his.

Partner. No.

Sunshine on his tongue, crisp, clean, and flooding him with warmth (Yes) and lighting up the silent, dark parts of him that have been waiting – for her.

Breath of my breath. Bone of my bone.

And suddenly nothing is the same: the universe shatters, splintering into fragments so small only her hands could piece them back together again. They live a lifetime in each other’s arms until she pulls away, taking his breath (and more) with her. He blinks. What the…

She’s smiling.

Sound rushes back with a pop of air. His lips move, but he doesn’t know why. Someone’s talking, but he can’t understand what’s being said. All he hears is his body screaming for her.

Yes.

He hadn’t known, not really: now he does. There was before, and now there is after.

Yes.

He'll wait.

The End


Author's Note: I'm not sure where this came from. It's kind of... impressionistic.

Have a great wkend, everyone, and thank you very much if you've recently left me feedback.



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I ... am speechless. First, I can't believe I missed seeing this earlier - know that my lack of feedback was only due to my lack of time. That said.

THANK YOU. Having this dedicated to me is a huge honor, and that it's so, so lovely makes the gift even better.

I think every line - every word, even - is just right. You took an amazing moment and made it something even more beautiful.

Booth's thoughts are just ... I have no words. As always, I think you really do see into his head.

Breath of my breath. Bone of my bone.

Perfect. Really. Thank you, again, so much. <3.

No worries! We all have non-LJ lives. The written word sits and waits for the reader. There's no time limit. *g*

And you're welcome. I meant what I said. Your writing inspired me. It reminded me (again) that words never get old; you can always do something beautiful and meaningful with them.

As always, I think you really do see into his head.

ha ha I wish! More like I'd like to conk him in the head so he'll take back those well-meaning but terrible words about the line.

As always, thank you for your generous comments, and this time, for your story, too. *hugs*

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