Characters: Booth, Brennan
Timeline: Set during The Santa in the Slush
Notes: This is for Kerry, for reminding me what it's like to be transported by a story.


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.

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