A/N: Yes, I know, I haven't posted for awhile. Shame on me. I hope this little drabblish one-shot makes up for my absence, and hopefully I write more soon!
Sometimes, when he's too tired to keep his mind from wandering, he lets himself imagine things he normally tries to shove aside.
He imagines what it would be like to kiss her, and wonders just how different it would be from kissing Rebecca or Tessa or Camille. He wonders if she would be as fierce as her personality and whether she would taste like the coffee she drinks throughout the day (with two sugars and a tiny bit of cream). He wonders if she would even let him attempt such a thing, wonders if maybe she would push him away.
He imagines simpler things, too. He imagines just how her hair would feel beneath his fingertips if he dared touch it for more than a second. He imagines meals between them that mean more than a simple outing between partners. He imagines how soft her fair skin must be in areas of her he's never had the privilege of seeing (except maybe in his dreams). He imagines a more docile Bones, one that might allow him to pull her close as they watch movies on his couch.
He imagines all these things, more than he would like to admit.
And one day, he hopes to see just how well his imagination competes with reality.
Fin