holla amigos i am back once again with a brand new fic, except its not really an actual fic but more like somewhere im going to be posting prompt fills both long and short, and sweet and fluffy. i got the idea from being tagged in a list of actions that show two people having an intimacy with one another outside of sex (thanks rina!). im also taking prompts for this fic (or for others) on bonesfanfic on twitter, which is where you'll also find fanfic recommendations and for the writers out there access to some prompt lists once i find the time to actually make or find some lol (five weeks today until im exam free, yay!).
anywho, thank you to the folks over on twitter who helped me decide on which prompt fill to upload first (at time of typing this prompt won with 59% of votes). hopefully i'll have another upload within the next fortnight or so. don't forget to leave a review :) –megan x
sleepover
dedicated to the bones twitter fandom, cause y'all are awesome.
The night before they'd fallen into her bed exhausted, too tired to contemplate an alternative, still processing Vincent's death at the hands of Jacob Broadsky and the subsequent events that had followed – including the new phase of their own relationship, where they find comfort in the others arms as night passes and dawn breaks, bringing mornings of slow, languid kisses and softly spoken words, offering a shoulder to cry on and someone to rely on.
The second morning they wake up together, arms and legs intertwined, heads sharing a pillow, breathing in sync, he is the first to acknowledge this new them – have a sleepover with me tonight?
There is still an innocence to Temperance Brennan – despite everything she has seen, learnt and done in her life – he acknowledged this a long time ago, and has had a front row seat in watching her discover everything she missed out on, watching her eyes brighten and smile widen with a youthful glow that betrays the professional exterior she attempts to maintain to protect the walls she had built around herself when her life began to fall apart. He has also had a front row seat in watching said walls crumble.
She responds as expected, with wide eyes and a smile brimming with excitement. Her happiness is contagious, he finds, as they suddenly go from lazy words spoken centimetres from the others lips to uncontrollable glee and laughter as they plan their evening.
Evening becomes afternoon when before four they've already moved from her apartment to his and are constructing their own fort of blankets and pillows in front of the TV in his living room. They order pizza and consume several beers while making their way through Disney films she hasn't seen and cuddling beneath his duvet.
Cuddling inevitably leads to more, until they're playing card games already naked, eyes glossy and dilated and wondering shamelessly south to skin that they have only just begun to explore after years of abstinence. Card games lead to board games dug from beneath Parker's bed, played while sharing a carton of mint chocolate ice cream until they're both accusing the other of cheating around their laughter. Truth or Dare leads to revelations, which lead to actions until they're both giddily exhausted and curled beneath the duvet once more, closer to dawn than they are to midnight.
Falling asleep beside her, listening to her steady breaths, he realises only they could do it this way – share declarations of love and commitment, make promises and discuss a future – their future, beneath the sheets of a fort they'd made – and subsequently ruined in their haste to lose themselves in the other once more.
