A/N: This is the third story in my Coldplay series (I guess I should call it that by now). Proof is a Coldplay song as well if you haven't already guessed. If you haven't read the two stories that proceed this story, you may very well be confused. The first story is called Strawberry Swing and the second is Don't Panic.
Other than that, I don't think this story needs any further introduction. I hope you enjoy and Happy Bones' Eve!
Disclaimer: Don't own Bones, don't own Proof by Coldplay.
"Let's get away for the weekend." Booth murmured into Bones' hair as they lay intertwined in bed.
The breaking of dawn signaled as the warm rays from the sun shone through the slats in the blinds, causing Bones' pale skin to glow. Booth held back a gasp as Bones looked up to met his eye. To him, she looked like an angel. He could hardly believe that even after ten months together, he still held her in his arms. Their relationship had been tested with their visit to Booth's parents, but amazingly, the pair had escaped, not only unscathed, but perhaps stronger than when they had entered. And if it was even possible, both seemed to have a greater understanding of the other.
"Where do you want to go?" Bones said in his ear as he trailed light kisses down her neck and along her collarbone.
"The farm." Booth whispered against her skin. The farm, a secluded patch of land owned by Booth's father, was the scene of the couples' first date, and had provided the pair with a secret get-away whenever they wanted to break away from the pressures of their work and even life itself.
"Sounds perfect." Little mini-vacations were now a norm for Bones and Booth, who relished in the opportunity to spend copious amounts of alone time together. Whenever a major case was finished, the couple would often disappear for a day or two, leaving no word as to where they had gone. Work was put on hold and civilization was left behind, but these two workaholics had found refuge in each other, and there was no turning back.
A few hours later, Booth and Bones were already on their way to Virginia. Neither said a word, instead deciding to clear their minds in the comfortable silence of the car. While both seemed to have a high tolerance for the work they were involved in, some cases never ceased to bother them. In many ways, Sully had been right when he had said you could only do this job for so long without losing your sanity. Booth and Bones had each other, but would that always be enough? Both knew they would never give up their work – it was too important to them – but living in fear of what the next day would bring often wore down on them, especially after Booth's shooting last year. It was an unspoken subject between them, but both understood that one day they would no longer be partners. The dangers of field work would soon become too much for the pair; it was only a matter of time before that day would come.
Booth turned onto the long gravel road that led up to the house and winced as his leg bounced heavily against the seat. Something sharp was poking him. As he placed his hand in his pocket and fingered the object, he drew back suddenly when he realized what it was. The ring his father had given him. Ever since their visit to his parents' house almost two months earlier, Booth had been carrying the diamond and sapphire engagement ring around with him everywhere. Though he never truly considered popping the question, he still couldn't seem to put the ring away. Right after the visit, he went to the bank, intent on placing the ring in a safety deposit box. However, as soon as he opened the box and prepared to put it in, something stopped him. If you don't ask her, you'll regret it for the rest of your life. Frank's voice echoed in his head. Perhaps it was the promise of more regret that stopped him, but he couldn't bear to part with the sparkling diamond. Whatever the reason, Booth continued to bring it with him wherever he went, sometimes even forgetting he had it, as in this case. It had replaced the poker chip as the continual object in his pocket. But, while the chip reminded him of his gambling addiction, the ring
reminded him of another gamble all together, one that was far riskier than any other he had ever made. How would Bones react if he asked her to marry him? Not well, he thought. But if she said yes? He would be the happiest man alive. Men always say that when they think of the women they love saying yes to the prospect of marriage, but Booth knew it would be true. He couldn't imagine a happier moment in the entire universe. But he was happy already without that. Could he risk losing her by asking? Not even all of the happiness in the world was worth taking that risk.
"Are you okay?" Bones asked startled by his sudden movement.
"Yeah." Booth said, forcing a smile as he looked her way. "Something was poking me, but it's gone now."
"Okay." Bones said. She turned back to the window and continued to watch the trees go by. Booth sighed with relief, glad that she had dropped the issue. They were here to relax, and he was going to do so.
Booth brought the car to a stop, and grabbed the bags from the back of the car. A soft breeze brushed past him, cooling the sweat that had begun to drip down his neck. Living in Washington D.C. had many disadvantages, including the heat and humidity, but this little haven always was a welcome refuge from the summer climate. The great expanse of trees provided needed shade and the cool ocean breeze from off the coast made conditions bearable. Besides, the strawberry patch, which was the focal point of the farm, could make even 130 degree temperatures seem ideal. This place gave him a way to forget about everything – every doubt, every fear, every obstacle. All of his past mistakes, all of the horrible things he had seen, vanished. Life became something beautiful once again.
Stepping into the cottage, Booth and Bones took a collective sigh. As their eyes met, both were struck with an intensity that neither could deny. The overwhelming need to heal each other took over, and the love that burned beneath it provided a combination that could only result in miracles. The electricity in the room was stifling, as they drew nearer. Bones jumped into his arms, wasting no time as she began to remove his clothing. Booth picked her up effortlessly, cradling her small frame with his strong arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he began to move slowly to the bedroom, the only sound – their lips meeting.
I know it's short, but I should have an update soon! please review!
Next Chapter: A talk under the stars