An: Here's the next installment guys. :) I decided I was most likely going to post a new one everyday...and I have over 730 songs on my iPod...so...We have a long way to go. XD I can hear it in your voice, you care;
Let me run my fingers through your hair;
I'll keep you company at night;
And baby I'm here to make this right.
-I'll Run (The Cab)
"Booth," she whispered when she opened the door and found his sunken eyes staring into hers. He was tattered, and looked completely and utterly tired as he just stood there, and looked into her bright blue eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Everything," he said simply, reaching out his drunken hand, and placing it on the threshold to stabilize himself.
"I…I don't know what you mean," Brennan murmured, reaching out and holding his hand, bringing it from the doorjamb and tugging him inside. "Please, come in and sit down."
He allowed her to lead him, but didn't allow her to leave the second he sat down. His hand remained in hers, even when she tried to pull away.
She looked down at him with a confused look, but eventually relaxed, and stayed where she was. His thumb continuously passed over the back of her hand, the intimate gesture sending a small shock of pleasure up her spine.
His eyes never left her hand, and she grew anxious, and shifted on her feet, eventually kneeling down in front of him and reaching out to gently touch the side of his face. "Booth, please tell me what happened?"
"You know what happened Bones," he answered, his eyes turning to hers, and bringing sadness to their blue depths when she saw the tears settled just under his eye lids.
"I…I'm afraid…I…don't…"
"That's exactly what happened," Booth muttered, allowing a single tear to slide down his cheek, and onto her hand. "You were afraid, and just…annihilated everything."
"Annihilated?" she asked, her voice raising an octave and making its way well to hysterical, her head shaking violently in misunderstanding. "What the hell are you talking about?"
His hands quickly left hers and moved to frame her face, bringing her so close to him that they traded breaths. "I'm talking about us," he whispered tenderly, his thumbs stroking her skin under her eyes. "I'm taking about us Bones. This thing that we've been doing…moving on…not only is it impossible, it's…wrong. We belong together, I know that, and everyone else who has ever encountered us knows that. It's common sense."
"C-Common sense?" Brennan whispered, tears sliding down her cheeks in hysteria, her hands trying to push him away to remain her sanity. "This isn't common sense. Something this painful, and confusing, and draining, cannot be associated with common sense."
"It's common sense not to run in front of a car in traffic," Booth pointed out quietly "but if you do out of your own stupidity; it hurts. Could even kill you…and Bones that's how it feels now. I feel like every single part of me is being drained out. I feel like I'm dying."
"Booth, that's only a chemical reaction of-"
He silenced her by pressing his lips to hers, and kissing her silent, holding her face to his even when her hands softened against his chest, and she seemingly fell into him.
Even though she tasted alcohol on his love driven tongue, she allowed him to wrap his arms around her back, and pull her into his lap before framing her face with his hands again.
Their tongues fought with their partner, their breathing becoming labored and hot against each other's skin, until they eventually pulled apart, and their foreheads pressed together.
"Bones…that was chemistry in its finest, are you willing to throw this…connection…we have away because you're scared? I'm here to make things right," he stated, reaching up and running his fingers through her hair. "And I want to ask you for only one thing."
She was breathless, and her lips moved silently before she actually spoke, and even then she could only muster four words. "And what is that?"
"Have a little faith in me…"