This might be sort of a different format than you are used to but if you haven't noticed I have disappeared frequently lately. Well, I have been writing my music and I cannot get the most recent melody out of my head. This may be sort of a mess but I hope you enjoy slices into the life of our favorite anthropologist.
Her body ached with a passion that could split a woman in two. Splitting the strings that kept such a most rational, calculating woman in two shattered, empty lives… her heart and her mind. All it took was a taste and it was all over as quickly as it had begun. Not the plush, perfect lips that had resided in her mind for almost the last decade but slightly cracked and dry lips of flesh, blood and desire.
"Bones…" The word flowed from his lips in such soft honesty she couldn't help the curse building up deep inside. Shit. Damnit. What have I done?
She knew she had to open her eyes and face the reality of what she had just done but the longing that had been building for so long denied her every movement. Frozen, she couldn't help but replay the last ten seconds over and over in trepidation and excitement. She kissed him… on the lips… in her office and for all the Jeffersonian to see. Time had slowed in that split second that she risked it all and for what? Sulking back deep into the recesses of her rational Brennan cried the quietest, unmistakable plead of a frightened child begging for the comfort of a soft blanket and a loving arm.
For twenty years she had held back. Held it all in on the premise that showing any weakness, any lasting destruction from the abandonment of love would destroy any chance she had to be human. From that moment on she had carefully crafted a robotic life void of all things that could break the tough exterior of her mind, revealing a helpless child of just fifteen.
That was until she met a man. This man, her man, the only man.
The man standing before her, her partner, that she had just kissed with such abandon she was sure he could hear her heart break with every passing second.
"Bones…" The man's once strong voice shook, "Open your eyes…"
She opened her mouth to speak but it seemed the words were stuck. Out of all the times she was able to babble on and on with scientific certainty about anything just to give her mind time to process what had just happened, now more than ever she begged for just one chance. If ever there was a time to whip out those verbal skills, it was now but as the words came out in a rushed mumble she knew it was futile to even try. She could barely think, how was she even able to process any thought into actual words?
Even though she had kissed him, he had left her speechless.
"… please" He pleaded, trailing his hand up her soft jaw line.
It took every muscle in her body but soon her eyes rolled open against his rough finger pads.
"So pretty." He almost gasped in amazement at the blues twinkling back at him. "So damn pretty."
He had seen her at her worst yet he was smiling a smile that barely fit his frame. She had tried to mask the loneliness and heartbreak for so long it had become a part of her. A part that was now swirling deep in the blues and greens bearing her soul but she couldn't help but stare into his brown pools of comfort, daring her not to look away.
She had shattered in his hands and instead of running like so many in her life had done before; he was in awe of the wretched being standing before him. She was feeble, horrible and despicable and he was in heart stopping awe.
In that moment she couldn't help but smile. Maybe being speechless wasn't such a bad thing after all.