So Close
Story Title: So Close
Story Summary: You're in my arms, and all the world is calm, the music playing on for only two, so close together, and when I'm with you, so close to feeling alive. B/B, based off song of same title.
Genre: Friendship/Romance
Chapter Focus: #397 of 1000 Theme Challenge, "Imitation" / "you're in my arms"
Chapter Rating: T
Word Count: 475+
POV/Person: First, Booth.
Spoilers: None that I can think of really.
Author's Starting Notes: I was listening to "So Close" on my ipod while attempting to write. And, I decided to just use the lyrics as a starting point. A series was born. For this piece, Booth reflects during a dance with his favorite forensic anthropologist. Review please.
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Time Stamp: Posted February 23rd, 2009 (pushed back to the 24th due to login issues)
I: You're in My Arms
You're in my arms.
I can feel your breath on my neck, sending jolts down my spine. As cliché as that is, it's true. It singes its way through me like a ripple in the ocean, making me shudder at the very contact between us. What we're doing, this dance, is magical. It's amazing. But, I have this feeling like it just isn't enough. It's close to something else, something more, but it's just not there.
We are moving along the dance floor, in sync, and together. My eyes are closed, as I try to hold on to this moment. Every breath I take seems just a bit harder than the last one. It's odd. I should be relishing the chance of having both you and oxygen at the same time. But, I can't, Every breath is another second passed, another second closer to the end of this dance. This is so different from other dances in my life. You and me, we're not the awkward couple in their first dance in public. No, we're more like the king and queen of prom, floating in that bubble of contentment from having won together.
I feel kind of like I'm back in those days of bad hairstyles, and even worse dates. Only this time, instead of being with Laurie Tyler, I'm with the brainy and tragically beautiful girl who I always tried to get a few answers from during Chem tests. This dream, this thought, feels so much more real than any of those memories of my actual prom. It doesn't matter that we would have never worked out as teenagers, or that we probably won't work out now, if something happens to bring us closer. All that matters is that I have you in my arms, and it'll stay that way. At least, for a moment longer.
Then, I breathe again, just for a second too long. The song ends. And, the trance is broken.
You pull from my arms, and I am reminded, painfully, that I am not the person you're looking for in your life. I'm not the person you wish had been your prom date, nor am I the one you want to "satisfy that biological need".
I'm Seeley Booth. And, you're Bones. And, there's that stupid line that I drew with a fucking sharpie instead of the pencil I needed.
Another song begins. I take a second to think about the consequences of simply pulling you back to me, and trying to recreate what we just had. But, I quickly let it go.
It wouldn't work, I tell myself. It wouldn't be real, just like the image floating around in my head of the hockey player and the brainy girl from Chem class. It'd be nothing, I insist. Nothing, but a sad imitation of what could have been, but never will be.
© Everything written above belongs to me (FF user, Paint Me a Symphony). If somebody is out there pushing this as their own, they are lying. I may not own BONES, or its characters, but I do own this.