Title: There It Went
Author:
CSIGeekFan
Rating: Teen
Fandom: Bones
Pairing: Booth/Bones
Prompt: Dailyfics, Table f, #2 (Cliff)
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. Someone more important does. I'm just playing with the characters for the fun of it.
Summary: Booth and Bones examine the wreckage over the edge.
Author's Note: Reviews, comments, and concrit are very much appreciate. I hope you enjoy.

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Glancing over the edge of the high cliff, FBI agent Seeley Booth examined the wreckage below.

"So, Bones… whaddya think?" he asked his partner as she approached from the sloping hillside behind him, her bag slung over her shoulder.

"I think that given the fact that terminal velocity was most likely reached, death occurred instantly," Dr. Temperance Brennan replied, staring over the edge of the cliff to the disaster below.

The warm spring sun beamed down on them, warming the man through his t-shirt. A perfect day, with only the lightest breeze blowing to ruffle his hair and toss Bones's auburn strands around her face. He really loved it when she wore it loose and flowing.

"Ya think it's salvageable?" he asked, with a grin on his face.

When he began to chuckle, she frowned even more and turned to face him. With her hands on her hips she said, "I do not see how you can find humor in this situation."

Pulling her towards him, he placed his hands over hers, dipped his head, and softly kissed her – feeling her soft sighing breath against his lips. Deepening the kiss, he let every ounce of feeling pour into her and reveled in her light whimper when his tongue swept in.

Finally pulling back, he tilted his forehead against hers.

"I love you," she said, kissing his cheek, before glancing over the edge once again. "But the next time we go on vacation, I'm not letting you hold the camera."

When he sighed contentedly and kissed her again, she grinned against his lips once he'd drunk his fill of her lips. Then she chuckled.

"What's so funny?" he rasped, trying to regain his composure.

"I'm just thinking that considering the Puritanical tendencies of most people, someone is going to one day get a bit of a surprise," she said, watching confusion cloud his face. Bones knew the moment Booth understood the conundrum. She really enjoyed watching his ears turn pink in embarrassment.

"Um, last night… we…" he stammered.

"Yes, those pictures were on the memory card," Bones confirmed. "The one in the camera that is currently 100 feet down there," she added, pointing over the edge.

Looking at Bones, then down at the remnants barely visible below, he sighed. Thinking of the pictures on that camera, he flexed and stretched the muscles in his arm. He'd need rope.

"It's still tied to the headboard, near the tripod," Bones said, her eyes dancing in laughter.

Sometimes irony just sucked.