A/N: What can I say? I was bored. Yep. I'd really appreciate if you reviewed, because I just love reviews so much. Thankyou!
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Her very being shied away from this type of commitment. She'd been broken so many times that if she was broken again, she wouldn't be able to stand it. The pieces would be too hard to put back together this time. Every fiber of her body disagreed with this type of relationship. The one where the two participants got so tangled up in each other that even the most basic functions needed some reassurance from the other that life would keep on going for them.
The disappearance of her parents had taught her that there was always something that could break a relationship with somebody. And for her, that something nearly always surfaced.
But now she was already so broken due to him, so tangled, even though when asked, she'd never tell anyone. The basic ebb and flow of her life now revolved around him, the simplicities falling into place just because he was there.
If he was torn away from her, the results would be much, much worse than anything that her defunct body and soul could cope with. And because even with all her doubts, she knew that getting so close to him was irreparable, unless she wished to walk around the world as a ghost forever more.
And so somehow, it didn't seem quite so wrong, as she laid her fragile arms around his neck, hugging his stiff torso tight, her head resting in the cavity in his neck between body and head. His smell was making her light headed, as she leant against him, her body moving to an invisible beat, ever so slowly.
And as stiff and suprised as he was, he slowly reciprocated. His arms came to rest around her lower back, pulling her closer, into him, her stress melted away. All that mattered now to her, was him.
And for once in her life, she felt something stable. She was part of something that truly would not fall. A symbiotic relationship, she would call it as a clinical forensic anthropologist. But she was too caught up in the feeling of being truly safe, constant ground. And he needed her too. They were both broken apart, but together, they could heal.
She slowly lifted her head up, to match his. He had his head resting on hers, his eyes closed, breathing in the soft scent of her shampoo. He seemed as comfortable as her. But as she moved, he became aware to her movement. He opened his eyes, looking at her with the possibly most innocent expression she had ever seen him wear.
And slowly, he dipped his head down, and their lips met. And she was in heaven. She had never believed in one, but there was one. Only, it was right here on Earth. With Booth.
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