Title: Oh, You Are The Roots That Sleep Beneath My Feet And Hold The Earth In Place
Summary: Obligatory post-ep (actually, mid-ep) to 6x22, The Hole in the Heart.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Bones belongs to HH&Co and Fox. Title is a name of a Bright Eyes song. The actual song has nothing to do with this drabble, but the name suited me.
Notes: Apparently I'm supposed to work while I'm at work, but this is what I did instead, as BB would not leave my mind. Also, unbeta-ed, English is not my first language, please excuse.
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They happen without fireworks.
At first, she's sobbing, shaking, clutching on to him, and trying to be soothed by the steady beats of his heart.
He's holding her close, rubbing her back, whispering God (if there is one) knows what. While she can't really make out the words, she finds that they seem to calm her anyway.
Eventually, though, there are no more tears left. There is only them, in bed, together. The magnitude of this does hit her, but she finds she is not surprised at all. They were bound to get to this moment, have been walking in that direction from day one. The only thing that surprises her, really, is that Vincent's death was the final shove they needed so badly.
That is why neither of them is all that surprised when her body shifts itself, and within seconds she's slowly kissing her partner, with all the weight of that word, and never has anything felt as right as those moments.
.
They make love slowly, gently. Yes, they make love, because she thinks they're definitely one tonight, and at the same time (and it really annoys her to have this completely illogical thought) it feels like they're occupying the entire universe.
They don't explode. They don't scream in pleasure. They don't encourage each other with words.
Everything is slow, soft, so very different from what she had come to associate with sex. So different from what she imagined they would be together, especially the first time. And yet, unknown to both of them, this is exactly the kind of experience they needed.
Hours later, they both fall asleep, her head heavy on his chest, rising and falling with his breathing, taking in his beating heart.
He's alive.
She's alive.
Tomorrow, they would wake up, they will face the day, he will face Broadsky, and she knows he'll get him.
Tonight, though? They just need to hear each other's heart beating strongly.