A/N: "The Woman in Limbo" was a whole different roller coaster ride. It had David, it had the Brennans (or the Kennans, if you please), it had the killer, it had the angst….
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"Yuck on the title. Am I on it?"
Whoa there, buddy. As much as I thank you for the input, and let's just say I'm glad you recognize I'm a big part of her life, the question was addressed to her. The answer, I'm sure, intrigues you. Why is she denying what's so obvious to you? What hasn't she told you? Ahhh… is that the glint of doubt I see in your eyes?
"So… are you two… ah…"
"Yeah, sort of. Is that a problem?"
Don't get too defensive on me, pal. And what do you mean "Is that a problem"? Damn right it is. When I work with Bones I need her focused on what we're doing, it doesn't matter if it's checking out remains, chasing the bad guy or getting ready to testify in court. If you pop up unannounced, she looses focus and that's not something I want… or need.
Besides, and forgive my "alpha-male" tendencies here, I've held this woman in my arms in a much more intimate fashion that you'd ever dream of… which makes her mine in ways she'll never be yours. Is that a problem? I don't know, you tell me, can you handle it?
Your given name rolls off my tongue with such an ease I'm shocked. It seems like such an intimate gesture, like some lovers' secret code. AS much as I'm fond of calling you Bones, I'm certain that I'll call you Temperance when we make love. Notice I said "when", not "if". It's bound to happen, Bones. Sooner or later. I can wait. If anything, the Army thought me how to be patient.
"If you keep bringing Chinese food in the middle of the night we're both gonna get fat."
Nah, you won't. And even if you did, I wouldn't care. I won't stop coming in the middle of the night, either. So please, don't take away the small pleasures of my life.
Bones… oh, Bones. It breaks my heart to see you like this. I cannot begin to understand how you feel right now, but I can feel your pain, and I would do anything to erase it, or, at least, ease it. I don't want all this making you go back to that protective shell you've built around yourself, and yet… and yet I can already feel you withdrawing.
You know what? I'm not going to allow it.
You lean into me and I wrap my arms around you. Gently. Slowly. I don't want to scare you or betray your trust. I can feel you trying to hold your emotions together and failing. A slight tremor shakes your body, and I hold you even tighter. I kiss the top of your head and murmur encouraging words, soothing words. The tremors continue, in crescendo, and I hold you tight until you've done your crying.
What happened next was unexpected and unplanned, but not unwanted. It felt completely natural and it felt great, as well. It all began with a kiss to your forehead which led to a kiss on each one of your eyes, to drink away the tears. Then it was only logical that I'd kiss your cheeks, they were wet as well. I hadn't planned on brushing your lips on the way, but that's exactly what happened.
And having done it once, I simply had to do it twice. And a third time. By the fourth time, "brushing" wasn't quite the right word to describe what I was doing. By the fifth time, I was fully kissing you and, to my heart's joy and delight, you were kissing me back. By the tenth time I wasn't keeping score and I didn't really care. All I could think of was the way your mouth felt underneath mine, the softness of your lips, the touch of your tongue… the way our bodies were reacting to our kissing was electric, too.
But it was so different from other sexual encounters in my life. The passion was there all right, but it wasn't the burning need I was used to, it wasn't the "let's get in bed and fuck our brains out right now" kind of passion I had lived over and over again in the past. It burned deeper and it allowed ample presence of mind to realize that making love to you right now, as much as I have yearned for it for months on end now, is not the right thing to do.
Right now, what you need is reassurance that everything will work out for the best. So tonight I'll sleep in your bed, holding you tight, watching over your dreams and enjoying the feel of your body against mine, and there'll be kissing, lots of kissing, but that will be all for the time being.
Later, tomorrow, next month… when the time is right, we'll make love… we'll have sex… we'll have them both, and I'll be starting my plans to talk you into giving a relationship a try. Then I'll talk you into moving in with me. And then… who knows? We have the rest of our lives to figure out where we're headed. I'm in no hurry. As long as I can keep you close like this, I really don't care.
"I know who you are."
I do. You're Temperance Brennan, nee Joy Keenan, forensic anthropologist and the love of my life.
That's all I need to know.
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A/N: So this is it. We've reached the end of this road. I hope you've enjoyed the ride. I wish to thank all of you who have been kind enough to review the whole series. For those of you that have asked and/or requested that I keep on going with Season 2, we'll have to wait until the DVD set comes out… down here in Mexico I get Bones subtitled in Spanish and those eps I download form the net don't come close-captioned, and I do not wish to do wrong by the series.
Please close the door on your way out. Or leave it ajar so you can come and visit me whenever you feel like it!