Title: More Than Words ~ Synchronicity
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine


They are a tangle of limbs and sheets and four years worth of words unspoken.

He is the heart, the instinct, and she is the mind, the reason. Often, they disagree, argue (bicker Booth,we bicker), because they see the world in different ways. But he explains it to her, and she explains it him, and somehow they bridge that impasse, because what they do agree on is that they respect other.

They value each other.

This is the physical manifestation of it all.

Their bodies clash, tease, push, pull, compromise, communicate in that way that has always been inherent between them.

And everything they are, alone, together, whether it's her view of solitary human existence or his romantic notion of oneness with another, everything that makes them who they are is in complete agreement.

Yes.

Oh, God, yes.

His gut, her mind, his heart and hers- in perfect synchronicity.

Nothing else exists here.

Just this.

***

It's only in the morning that he worries. What she's thinking, how this will change them. If she'll run. He's spent so long wondering about how this will happen, if this will happen, but now that it has he's not sure what to do next. Was their relationship built so close to the line that expunging it has demolished all they had erected?

She murmurs his name, and reaches for him in her sleep.

He stops worrying.