A/N: A friend of mine Ebony Beach posted some song lyrics a while back and this just hit me. It's subtext I got from it, not what the song was actually implying but anyway it struck me as very Brennan.
An Eyeful
You're beggin' for an eyeful but you'll only get a peek.
That had been her rule. That had been the code she had lived by. A peek was often let slip but she could allow that. Michael, Pete, they had tried but never truly succeeded, they had been long peeks but never eyefuls. An eyeful was unforgivable. It was a law of her conscience, a law that she had abided by.
In he had walked, that boyish smirk, wrapped in an ego, dressed in a suit. Who knew what was underneath? Certainly not her, perhaps he had known, perhaps that had been why he was so sure of himself, it was something she had pondered. Had he known just what he had caused?
Logic was important. Her work was vital. The dead spoke and the living pestered. She was a grown woman of high intelligence and a profitable bank balance. She had a sturdy safety net and yet, she had fallen. She was still falling, plummeting and only hoping to be caught, before it was too late. Had he realised he was the one to catch her?
Inside out, she still held the same values; still protected herself, still held her shield. The analytical mind of hers would never allow such a notion of letting the barrier crumble completely but there he was clambering through.
Resisting was a skill she had mastered. She had resisted the world until him. He was a temptation too great. He had lured her with his quick wit, his passionate nature and his strong will. Never had she believed in love. Yes, there was lust. Lust was human nature but love? Love had been purely fictional, a device in novels to create tension, anticipation, pleasure. Had he believed in love?
He must of…
It had been two minutes past the stroke of midnight. A cloudy night and droplets of rain had escaped the murky dead sky. Intoxicated pedestrians had passed, cats had prowled, traffic lights had changed and they had stood.
He must have known everything. He must have known and yet none of it had showed. A smug man had become unsure, shy and tentative. As the grave shift traffic surrounded them, he had leaned toward her. His coat flapped at her legs. Rain bled delicately.
The air hung in suspense, her hair danced in the wind and steadying herself she shut her eyes. Her heart fluttered. It was a caged butterfly, his breath mingled with hers. She swallowed hard, her eyes were closed, firmly. She felt his presence mere inches from her…
How had he known?
Ever so gently his lips placed a soft kiss upon her mouth. Warmth flooded, she relaxed, he smiled.
How had he known to kiss her?
Feeling him withdraw she opened her eyes. He held her gaze and took her hands. They stood, their fingers interlocked, a Chinese takeout's sign blinking and his thumb caressing her hand. He pulled her to him and she willingly clutched to him. She laid her head on his shoulder; his chin was settled upon her head. He stroked her hair and whispered only a secret shared for them, only them. Never had it been like this. Never would she understand. No physical equation or hypothesis would ever explain it. In the moment where the traffic lights had turned green, the empty can had rolled and their hearts had beat as one she had realised. He had received an eyeful.
This is something new I'm experimenting on so any comments are appreciated.