Title: Bare
Disclaimer: Bones and all related belong to Fox. I write for me and those who enjoy my words.
A/N: So hopefully this will be the first in a series of one shots. I've got quite a few ideas at the moment but if you have prompts or anything you would like to see written, let me know.
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After the funeral, he took her straight home. She remained silent as he undressed both of them and pulled her into the shower. He washed her hair, her back, every inch of her, before wrapping her in a large, white towel.
He dried her off, surprised to have made it this far without receiving a lecture on the anthropological history behind male dominance.
He pulled out her favorite pair of his sweats, and a threadbare cotton t-shirt. She was swimming in both but the comfort was what mattered.
After dressing himself as well, he pulled her into bed with him, her head resting against his broad chest and his arm looped around her waist, tracing lazy patterns over the soft skin of her stomach. He pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat, her cheek, her temple, before allowing his head to fall to the welcome embrace of the pillow behind him. But before he could drift off to sleep, she turned in his arms and buried her head in the crook of his neck.
"Booth…" One word, whispered against his skin, and barely audible, but he heard it.
"I know," he murmured into her hair as she inched impossibly closer to him.
And for the first time since the accident, she let the tidal wave of sorrow crash over her, allowed the current to pull her under. She cried for the father she had lost for the last time, lost herself in grief, knowing that the man next to her would always save her.