Spoilers: Reference to 3x03 Death in the Saddle
A/N: This is the first drabble I've attempted. I hope it's, at least, somewhat successful.
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Bones.
When it's good, he had said, it breaks the laws of physics. He was right. She'd never experienced it like that with anyone except him - she didn't want to - but he was still right. She was sure she'd never admit it aloud; it would just inflate his ego even further. Instead, she showed him every time they were together.
Sometimes it was slow, tender. The gentle meeting of two people meant to be in that moment. Other times, it was hungry and passionate, leaving them both shaking. Breathless. It didn't matter either way; it - he - always left her feeling complete.
