SIGHT

The sight of her body is the first thing I see in the morning. Her beautiful blue eyes hidden underneath gorgeous lids. Her breathing slowly making her chest rise and fall. I could watch her all day. I watch her sleep, I watch her play with our daughter, I watch her examine bones and I always keep an eye on her at a crime scene. The sight of her makes my heart skip a beat. The way she folds laundry, fresh from the dryer. I could watch her do that all day; and I do. I watch her when she doesn't know it. The way she frantically types out her new novel, the way her lips purse when she is filling out paperwork. I notice, I see her; so beautifully mine. I've been watching her for years, protecting her and loving her. She is a work of art. Her features are stunning, her creamy skin glows and the way her eyes flash when she is angry. Temperance Brennan is a sight and I am glad I have eyes. I appreciate the way she walks; her hips swaying, almost mesmerizing. The way her hair falls over her shoulders or the slight crookedness of her smile.

She hates when I watch her sleep, but that is when I love to watch her the most. The way she lays there, peaceful and uninhibited. She knows that I watch her and sometimes she catches me but most of the time, I get away with it. Never before, have I looked at a woman the way I look a her. With love in my eyes and heart. She is an artwork, beautiful all over and I see into her, too. I see the love and compassion she has for the people close to her. I see her genius, I see that she is not cold and distant; but warm and close. I see her for who she really is. Her name, her real name, the name she was born with; I see that name in her when she looks at our daughter; joy. I see the way she looks at me that split second before our lips touch. The way her eyes fill with lust as we are making love. I see her, I see into her but I never see through her. She is too important to see through. I love her. I love her with her hair and make-up done, or when we go to a fundraiser and I see her come out of our bedroom, in a gorgeous dress; I see her. I love her in her sweats and I still see a gorgeous woman with no make-up. That's when I see my Bones the most. When she is clean skinned, right out of the shower. Water dripping down her back from her hair. I see her and she is beautiful.

She's always believed that she was less than other people, even though she puts on the facade. I know, I see her late at night when she is trying to compartmentalize, the struggles she works through. I am the only one that sees because she trusts me to help her. She's strong but I see her, deep down she wishes she could be carefree. She got that from her mother. Her mother told her to use her head and not her heart. She's trying, I can see that. She's trying not to be mean or insensitive. I see her try and I am so proud of the woman she is. My Bones, I see her for who she really is and I love her all the same.

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