This is my second M rated fanfic, the red haired libido strikes again. Instead of making it rather sexually focused, I turned this one into a more romantic vision of the "love making" between our two favourite characters. The plot is quite limited and the story will be short, but I hope to transmit many emotions along the lines. I hope you enjoy reading.
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I own the imagination... the rest is up to Fox. Slightly inspired in the music "Our hearts will beat as one".
Our Hearts
The world outside was covered in thin layers of white snow. During the long and cold nights of winter, the streets were deserted. There were no sounds except for the soft rain that poured lightly against the windows.
A thousand miles separated them. Her life had been so quiet and peaceful – way too peaceful. She couldn't remembered how long it had been since she last seen him. A week? More? Maybe a whole month... who knows?
Time ran by her and it became difficult to keep track as it slips away between her fingers.
Some time ago he came to her office, resembling many times before. But there was something different, by the way he walked and the faded smile on his stern face, something was not right. Even she, the emotionally distant self, could see that.
There was an important case outside DC that needed his urgent assistance. An undercover mission for God knows how long, he had said to her, while seating in the sofa with his face buried in between his hands.
He didn't seem happy about it, although he loved his job; an undercover was always hard to play with.
She knew his strength and she knew it was important for him, for his pride, for his justice.
And even though her soul sank in sadness for his departure, deep inside she knew it was imperative for him.
With a tight embrace and a sweet kiss on the cheeks they parted for the longest of times, since they started working together. No more words were exchanged that day and he left her office, never looking back.
After three years of weekly cases, of morning coffees and evening pies, she no longer remembered how life was without the one special agent. No wonder she felt lonely right now.
Sitting quietly in her bed, a forgotten book in her hands, her eyes stared absently to the white wall.
60 days have gone by, without a single message or a phone call. In the beginning she thought it was going to be easy, although she missed the cases, she still had her colleagues and the numerous limbo cases to fulfil and distract her brain. She had things she liked to do, read, write and work.
"How come they had not been enough?" She questioned herself, over and over again, and yet, it did not make sence.
It was so long since she had listened to his voice, her mind wondered if it still remembered the rough tune of his words, so long since she had seen his eyes, were they still that dark shade of brown?
It didn't seem logical, how she would bend over a table full of dirty remains, and almost every single time the lab doors opened her muscles strengthened and from her mouth escaped that word.
"Booth…" she sighed, to no one in particular.
It was irrational. The way she longed to see him coming thought that door, with a white smile, strip her body of the blue lab coat and drag her away from work to have a good time, even if it meant to stay in front of him, just watching him eat pie.
Even the diner's food didn't seem so tasteful anymore, without his company. The table was lovely, there were no arguments and laughter, no hidden smiles and looks. And the nights, those ended shortly after a single cup of coffee.
That strong smell of burnt beans made her remember.
'Where are you now?' She thought, looking to the written pages of the book, her eyes unfocused on the letters.
For a moment her mind wandered way too far. Yes, where was he now, by the way? Was he still hiding? Was he already back? If he was, why didn't he call? Was he even alive?
Her heart squeezed tight in her chest as a lonely teardrop fell from her closed eyelids.
She missed him, alright. And missing was an understatement to how she was feeling at the moment. Her life didn't seem so bright anymore. That was something she had admitted long ago.
How can an independent woman feel this way, especially her that braced herself so tightly against people leaving? How come her heart felt so empty?
A hand rested above her eyelids, cleaning the shinning moisture forming in the corners. She didn't quite understand why the tears in her eyes, if it was her heart that was crying for his absence.
Filled with determination she tossed aside the sheets and walked among the chilling cold of the night in the direction of her living room. There she reached for the phone, which stood quietly in a side table.
She held it in her hand, for the longest of times, looking at it as if expecting something.
She had to call him, to know where he was. Her mind no longer could function properly without him, and her heart… it felt empty, lonely even, without his.
She didn't want to run anymore, she wanted to stay near him, for the long days without him seemed unbearable. His voice and his strong presence was the only thing that would calm that hammering ache in her chest.
"What am I going to say?"
Admit that she hardly slept since he was gone? And that was the truth. Every night she tossed in bed, assaulted by nightmares of the hardest kind, where he was never there to save her. Or maybe, there was another kind of dreams that kept her awake. The ones that smell like sensual fire, where he stood above her in his manly glory and showed her, what was really like to be loved.
She wanted it, more than anything right now. To feel alive once again. To feel him alive underneath the palm of her hands.
She kept looking at the phone, an innocent object in her hand. Innocent enough was she, not being able to gather the required courage to pour her heart in her voice and finally speak to him.
There was no better way to say all that she felt inside, either than see him face to face and look deeply into his melted chocolate eyes and seek, if in his heart, he felt the same way.
She would not run away this time.
Humm... where will she go?
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