Author's Note: Drabble following Alien's in a Spaceship.
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Having lit a perfumed candle, he returns to her side and touches a cool fingertip to the tip of her nose. Then, slowly, slides it up her brow and into her hair, the brown curls running between his fingers.
"What are you doing?"
"Just looking."
"You're definitely touching there, Booth."
"Measuring, then."
She wasn't going to ask.
"Do you ever wonder what your skull will look like, Bones?"
Her stomach twisted. He wanted to take her where she couldn't go.
"Don't make me think, Booth."
He laced his fingers with hers.
"Please," she whispered, "not yet."
"Ok. Not yet."
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