Midnight Musings
Disclaimer: If I owned Bones, Donkey Boy would not be on the show. You know who I mean. I can't call him my other name because it's not nice. So I don't own them.
A/N: Fuzzybutt says hi. She was very mad at the show so she wrote this to feel better. Bad, bad bunny. You're supposed to finish the other one first.
In the night I wake to his heartbeat. To feel his quiet breathing, the puffs of air against my shoulder. Even in sleep he holds me close, one arm around my waist in order to anchor me to him. His body is like a furnace and in the summer we only need a thin sheet to keep us comfortable. I cherish this slice of time, when most of the world is asleep and it's only me and him, in our bed. I turn around so that I may lay my ear on his chest. The steady thump-thump-thump of his heart sounds like a gong in my head, reverberating till it's all that I can hear. I have never told him how much it comforts me just to lay in his arms. How this simple act reaches beyond any words he could ever say. Here I have found compassion, understanding, a love that has no boundaries. I don't know how many times over the years I have found solace in his embrace. From the search of my parents through the horrors of our work, these arms have always saved me when I thought all was lost. It may have taken us many years to finally acknowledge the love that we have but I wouldn't change a day of it, even at our lowest. Though each of us had different lovers in the beginning, even they could not stop the bond that we were forming. Many tried and as they failed it only helped to strengthen what was already there. To this day, some people still don't understand how the cold anthropologist got to be with the cocky FBI Agent. One working with science, the other through gut feeling. All that I can say is that we complement each other. My rationality to his conjunctures somehow combines into a process that has made us one of the best teams out there. And in the dark of night, none of that matters. I am content to lie in the arms of my husband, the man I trust above all others. The man I would give my life for, for he was the one to give me back mine. I can only hope, through this bond we share, that he understands everything that I can not say. That in his arms, is the only place I call home.