I've read several stories about the Bones and Booth reunion and how it played out off the screen – this is just how I thought it should go. Reviews are welcome and I would like to thank those that commented on my first story. May be this one could have more chapters? Let me know what you all think!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bones, or any of the characters that are used in this story. All belong to Hart Hanson & company at Fox. With that said, let the story begin.
"What kind of flower is that?" Booth asks with anger mixed with concern. "It's a marigold." Bones says with a distressed look. "What does it mean," Booth questions. "It means grief. It means pain and grief," answers Bones calmly, though it is noticeable that she is shaken.
The ride home from the Hoover building was a quiet one. Bones stared out the window absent mindedly as she contemplated what Pelants message may entail. "I won't let him hurt you. . . or Christine. I swear Bones. I will not let him take my family from me again." Booth's alpha male had kicked in and she knew it. He wasn't about to let Pelant destroy his family again – it would be over his dead body. But even in his promise to her, Bones could tell the happiness and relief Booth had expressed earlier that evening had been replaced with the fear that Palent was once again a free man. And that brought back every negative emotion he had experienced for the three most agonizing months of his life. Those negative emotions that he had refused to express to Bones since he had been reunited with her and their daughter were finally finding their way to the surface.
Bones knew that it would only be a matter of time before everything they both were feeling would come to a head. She had only hoped that there would be time were those emotions had been forgotten and for a short while, stay left far away from their reunion. However, after Booths statement, she knew that it wouldn't be so.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Upon releasing it she said as soft as a whisper, "You hate me, and I don't blame you." Her words broke Booth's thought process. Looking at her, he realized she was still looking out the window. "I love you. I don't hate you. You did what was best for us. . . for Christine and I don't hate you for that, Bones." Reaching over the console, Booth grabbed Bones left hand as it rested on her leg. Bringing it up to his lips, he placed a kiss on her knuckles and for a moment, she believed his words.
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"Christine's asleep," Bones announced as she entered the kitchen. "One wouldn't believe that she hasn't slept in her room in. . ." Bones stopped speaking, realizing as her eyes met Booth's that he knew exactly how long it had been since their daughter had slept in her own room. "That's good," Booth trailed as he smirked at the last sentence Bones had abruptly finished. Taking one last gulp of Scotch, Booth turned to place his glass in the sink. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean. . ." Bones began but was quickly interrupted by Booth. "Not tonight, ok Bones," Booth stated in a defeated tone as he placed his hands on the sink and rocked slightly. Bones uncomfortably looked at the floor and began, "I know you must be angry. I know how I felt when my parents. . ."
"NOT. TONIGHT" Booth stated with authority rising and slamming his hands on the sinks counter. Bones turned to give Booth some space and retreated into their bedroom. It was a room that she had not stepped foot in for three very long months. Leaning against the door frame, she remembered that last day she spent with Booth, savoring every moment, every touch. They had made love. They had laughed and they had cried both making promises to the other. That seems like so long ago. Everything seemed so simple then, because love was enough. Bones wondered if love would be enough now.
Feeling hands encircle her waist, and a head resting on her shoulder Bones knew Booth had missed her. She knew that his heart and body had ached as painfully for her for those three agonizing months as her heart and body had ached for him. But she knew they also needed to talk. "Booth, I wish you would let me explain. It wasn't easy leaving," Bones had no more begun her apology when Booth stepped around her, smashing his mouth onto hers making words impossible for her to speak.
The kiss wasn't harsh, but it wasn't gentle. Booth tugged at Bones body, and for a moment she thought that if Booth could mold them into one physical being that he would so that she could never leave again. She knew he was in pain. She knew that he wasn't ready to discuss the events of the last three months. She had taken away his daughter, and for that grievance, she would allow him whatever release he needed until he was ready to talk.
So she allowed him to rip the clothes from her body, and thought if that was the kind of release he needed, then she would allow it – hard and rough. But once her clothes were removed, he took a step back and looked at her as if he was experiencing her for the first time. "I have missed you so much, Bones" was all he could say. Scooping her up into his arms, Booth carried her to their bed.
When she was ready, Booth entered her body and stilled for a moment as he clung to the woman he so desperately loves. It is only in the stillness of the moment as Booth lifts his head and begins to stroke Bones cheek that she notices the tears that have built up in his eyes. "I am so, so sorry I did that to you, Booth" is all she can muster as he begins to move inside of her.
They both knew that eventually sex would no longer be the solution to this problem of pain and anger, but for tonight it would be the only solution either of them would be discussing.
