Reality In The Fiction

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Pillow Talk

Don't own Bones... that's why I'm so sad

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Daisy was pleasantly surprised to awaken in her lovers warm embrace. Opening one eye to see the late morning sunlight brightly streaming in through the blinds. ...What time is it? ..Oh Lance is late for work... she turned in his arms to face him, propping on her elbow she ran her hand along the side of his face, letting her finger tips run through his hair. Daisy stared intently, just enjoying the moment, watching him sleep. Leaning in she kissed him tenderly on the cheek, following up with several more ever so gentle kisses. Beneath the kisses she felt the twitching of his cheek as he grinned. Ticklish morning kisses were a great way to wake up the one you love.

"Hee..hee. .Morning Miss. Daisy...", Lance looked up into those soft, warm, brown eyes. "..how are feeling this morning?" He noted how she shifted her gaze down and back before answering. She put on a quick smile.

"What? Oh I'm ...fine. But you mister..", she gently tapped his nose in mock scolding, "...are late for work. It's almost eleven o'clock!"

Lance grinned wider now. "Oh really? Well, what if I were to tell you I'm not late ,because I took the whole day day off to spend some time with my favorite lady? " he asked as he barely grazed her cheek tenderly with the back of his index finger before landing a return tap gently on the tip of her nose.

"Oh Lancelot that's..that's so sweet. But really, you don't have to do that. I'm fine. Really." Daisy shook her head and rolled her eyes slightly embarrassed by the attention. ...I really was upset last night...the way I reacted..What must he think?...

"Are you sure? Because you were pretty upset last night?", Lance turned and propped himself up to better face Daisy. "You know I'm right here... if you want to talk about...your loss." … see I understand and validate your grief...

" My loss...oh that. Oh..I ..I just overreacted! I mean ...yes! He was my favorite character...and yes..maybe.. I see absolutely no reason for him to have been killed off!..", her voice was filling with emotion despite how rational she was trying to come across. Lance could hear the up tic in her breathing , see the slight flush of her skin, the increasingly glassy look in her blinking eyes. "...But that was last night...its over. And I am perfectly fine now." She flashed a bright smile, then leaned in hitting him hard with a "see how okay I am" kiss. Despite his training, Lance fell easily for the ploy. Soon he had his hands tangled in her hair pulling her in closer, kissing her deeper. At first Daisy reciprocated the escalation but then as if someone had flipped a switch he felt her body tense. He felt her pulling away, slowly kissing him with pop kisses on the lips then finally on his cheek. She sat up, looking now both sad and apologetic.

"I'm sorry... it's just.." her eyes darted around before finding her reason." ..it's morning. And I feel all...grungy. Yuck. Soo...how about... you go make us some breakfast and I'll get showered and then we can enjoy ourselves the rest of the day. Hmm?", She gazed at him with those sweet yet troubled eyes anxiously.

" Oh yeah sure Dais... what ever you want. And you don't have to apologize... for anything.", Lance watched his sexy, beautiful lady leave the bed and him behind then amble into the bathroom. Only after the door was shut did he let out a heavy frustrated sigh. ...this is worse then I thought...that never happened before...Oh well, that's what I'm here for. Help my love through her grief...not get laid...Better get started on breakfast... Lance got up dressed in his sweatpants and a grey tee, then left for the kitchen. As he passed the bathroom he heard the rush of the shower start up.

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A short sad attempt at fluff.. sort of...

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