Another sweet little bit of Booth and Brennan's life, this one taking place the morning after Vincent's murder.
Enjoy!
The Lucidity of the Love
It was amazing, really, how her life had turned out. She had expected to wake up either alone or at least separate from Booth, but as she opened her eyes all she could feel was him. Their legs were stacked together and his upper arm was her pillow. She felt her hair twitch as he exhaled and the delightful skin of his hip on her bare stomach as she inhaled.
She became irrationally afraid that their intimacy would turn out to be a dream if she rose too far into consciousness, so she tried to go back to sleep. As she waited for her brain waves to slow, she focused on the sensation of her skin touching his. How many times had she imagined having the courage to take one step closer to him and be surrounded by his strong arms? Now she was surrounded by every aspect of him—the smell of his deodorant, the faint taste of his salty tears on her lips, the sight of the sun leaking through the cracks in the blinds and casting a warm glow over his face and chest and her arm that was draped over it.
She watched as his eyes opened slightly and he picked his head up quickly to make sure she was still there. His arms tightened around her with his sleepy sigh and he pulled his body up enough that his head could be held up by the headboard of his bed. She pulled herself up, too, and leaned into the side of his body, drawing his blankets closer around her when the cold air hit her exposed skin.
She wanted to say something, wanted to keep up some semblance of the distance they had operated with for years, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She ought to feel anxious or sad or embarrassed or something, but there was just a foreign happiness welling up from somewhere inside her body, only very slightly obscured by the grief of losing a friend. She felt happy about Angela's pregnancy and excited about a colleague's recent archaeological discovery, but this feeling was entirely different. And she found that she liked it a lot.
She glanced sideways at Booth and his stare was somehow endearing.
"I'm waiting for you to say something," he murmured.
"I have nothing to say," she said quietly and leaned her head back onto his shoulder.
"I guess that's good," he surmised.
"I can find nothing wrong with this situation," she told him. She tilted her head up to smile at him and he kissed her, followed by a simple but loving "I love you".