A/N: This one is dedicated to Ash (azarathangel) for no reason other than she completely rocks my world. (Ready Ash?…. Well I'm… Hot Blooded! Check it and see...)
As you can probably tell, I like writing little vignettes. I hope you like reading them.
If it had been anyone else in her bed, Temperance Brennan's morning would have been a lot different.
The ritual was outlined, set almost to the point of compulsiveness. Kick the man out of her bed, her home, usually her life, and start the shower.
Don't mind the steam – the hotter, the better. Let the water wash away the night before.
Clean. Scrub, shave, exfoliate, rinse. Repeat, if necessary.
Brush, comb, floss, whiten. Get a fresh start.
Lotion, hairbrush, nail file. Laundry.
Cleanse.
If she had woken up beside anyone else, she would have felt dirty. She would have felt the need to rid herself of all evidence of the rendezvous, be it tangible or imagined. She would have felt violated.
But instead of beginning her ritual, she curled up closer to the naked body next to her, and couldn't help but smile as strong arms encircled her bare shoulders.
Seeley Booth was hardly "anyone else".
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