This is my first Bones fanfiction and english is not my main language, so be kind to me. This story wasn't leaving me alone during the night and I had to come and type it madly until finished!!
This could be set sometime in the near future. Temperance wakes up shiverig in her cold bed... what will happen?
Pairing: Booth/Bones (of course...)
I do not own the characters, they belong to FOX. I only own the imaignation to this fic. Enjoy it and please Read and Review!
Bed for two
Outside in the dark night, the wind blew hungry, enslaving the window, heavy rain poured down washing away the lonely streets. It poured to the beat of a drum, getting slower and slower until it hushed suddenly.
An unpleasant shiver burned along her exposed body, naked to the cold air of the winter night. She slowly started opening her eyes trying to adjust to the dim light of the room. Once half opened, they glittered by the soft light of a white moonlight entering through the partial closed blinds of the window.
Soft blue eyes scanned the room from her perspective. It was all so quiet, deadly quiet, inside. The air was bitterly cold and her breathing labored, puffs of heated breath escaped her trembling lips.
How many times had she awakened in this cold bed, all alone? She had lost count of the many times it happened, and yet… here she was.
Again she found herself standing on this side of the large bed, shivering. For too many years, it was to this that she awoken every day. Awakening to an emptiness that was deeper and colder than anything she ever felt, not only physical but also emotional.
It was such a terrible feeling, this void inside that consumed to the very core of her heart. And still she couldn't ignore the sarcastic thought that this physical metaphor was. The coldness all around the room matched perfectly her personality in so many ways.
She smirked half hearted, a quiet, imperceptible sound disturbing the quietness of the night.
Cold and distant appearance, eyes that discern the material truth, while a brilliant brain only rationalizes. It was the way she found to deal with it. No one ever understood how she managed, from where came the almost un-human insensibility to the real world outside the laboratory.
No one.
Except for him.
Always seeing how she really was, naked of all possible fear and shame. He had that effect on her, making her heart beat to a different tune, the strong staccato of his heart. He made her breathless every time he stared at her with warm chocolate eyes piercing into her soul, and every time he did, she would let herself get lost in them, falling in a deep ocean of peace.
In time, he had dug his way through the defensive walls against emotional and irrational feelings, with his gentle words that always seemed to brighten her day. With the simple body language or movements that spoken volumes out of silence, guy hugs that never really were, single touches on the shoulders for support or his ever lingering hand in the small of her back, guiding the way. Wasn't always how he had been? Guiding her way in life… A faithful friend that stood there, solid and constant. He had seen the best and the worst of her, nonetheless never-faltering… never leaving, always loving.
And now this.
Lying full awake in a cold white sheeted bed had been a constant in her life since long ago. She was positive that if she tried hard she still could remember how a warm bed felt. But those memories were buried in an elusive past.
She shifted in bed trying to avoid the feeling of coldness that bathed her pale skin, pushing away the warm memories that overflow her. Those would do no good this time. All that she ever loved had, in so many ways, abandoned her in the past and were never coming back. Not here, not now. Not when she needed the most… not when she was curled in this big bed, loathing herself.
A single tear rolled down her face soaking the pillow under her auburn curls. She cried for all she had lost, for her parents, friends, memories… Curling tighter she embraced her knees in search of some comfort.
Her white hand came to rest in her cheek, brushing away the new tears forming on the corner of azure eyes. Although her heart still ached with an incommensurable pain it also felt warmed by something else.
A movement in the bed snapped her into reality again.
With a small smile she sighed and turned to the other side of the bed, further into the sheets.
The past was buried deep and that way it should stay. She was happy now, in a short time she gained what always thought impossible to reach. Love. Pure and undying love.
Two strong arms reached out to her slender form in the darkness, pulling her against his warmth. His hands, large and warm, caressed her soft hair, her shoulders, slowly down her arms and went to rest on the curve of her delicate hips. The feeling of longing rapidly washed away as the skilled hands warmed their way down her body. She melted with the slightest of his touches. How she loved this feeling of complementation and belonging with someone, she couldn't explain, only feel... it felt like home. He felt like home.
She pressed herself closer against his well structured body, her own shivering with the change of temperature and the overwhelming desire. His skin was so warm and inviting when hers had been so cold only minutes before. Soon enough, her body started to melt and relax into his arms.
Burying her head in that soft spot between his neck and shoulder, she could smell the very essence of his male scent. It was a pleasant smell of male mixed with cologne in a burning spicy desire. The scent that always warned her of his presence every time he was near. It was the scent of her partner. Her friend, her lover.
His caresses stopped at the same time he relaxed alongside her, feeling her presence near, their nakedness pressed together, his breath evened into an easy slumber again. Her hand came to rest on his back feeling the soft skin, stroking it in small rhythmic circles with her long fingers.
Sensing her eyelashes flutter tiredly over her eyes, the previous thoughts of the night were erased by his scent and steady breathing. Feeling comfortable and finally home she let herself be lulled to a peaceful sleep.
In his arms she knew she wouldn't feel alone anymore. Finally she was part of someone who belonged to her. She was certain that now, lying in his safe embrace with their bodies entwined in a loving warmth,
She would never awake in a cold bed again.
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